Chapter Twenty-Five
Catherine woke up the same way she had the last two mornings. Teeth grazed down her stomach. There was a playful nip on her hip as her panties were pulled down. She stretched as soft hair tickled her thigh. Graham’s lips brushed her sex and she moaned. He shifted his shoulders so her legs were draped across his back as he began waking her with his mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair as he playfully nipped and sucked her sex.
Beside her a buzzing sounded. She glanced over at Graham’s bedside table. He bit her clit and she gasped.
“Graham…”
“Mmmm?” his lips vibrated against her and she moaned.
“Your… phone…”
“Ignore it,” he said, taking a break from her pussy to kiss her thigh. His lips brushed the mark he’d left there and warmth radiated from it.
The phone went silent and he went back to work. Her hands fisted in his hair and her hips moved against his mouth of their own accord. The phone started vibrating again.
“Dammit, Graham, your fucking phone…”
He sighed and stopped what he was doing to look up at her with a stern expression. “The more you interrupt, the longer this will take,” he warned.
The phone shut off only for it to pick up again. She tried to glance over at it but his nails dug into her skin causing her to hiss.
“Do you know who it is?” she asked. His hands started kneading her ass and she threw her head back.
“Yes, they’ve been pushing at my mindlink for twenty minutes,” he said, dipping his head back down.
“Graham, either answer the phone or…”
“Or what?” he asked, his expression annoyed.
“Or I’m going to take over!”
His eyebrow rose. “In a rush this morning, are we?” He shifted his shoulders making her legs fall back to the bed. He crawled over her and her desire deepened. Fuck he was hot. “Or are you so desperate for me to be in you?” he whispered against her ear. Her nails dug into his back as she nodded.
He shifted over her and she knew he was reaching for the box of condoms. Three days of sex and she’d already memorized how his body moved. He groaned and she opened her eyes.
“What?”
He held the empty box of condoms upside down to illustrate. The phone buzzed again.
“Dammit, that’s it!” she hissed. Catherine shoved Graham with her leg, switching their positions. Both of his eyebrows shot up at her maneuver. She reached over to his bed stand and grabbed his phone. She ignored his hands on her hips as she hit answer without looking at the id. “Graham’s busy. He’ll call you back when he’s finished with me.”,
Catherine flung the phone over to a pile of clothes and looked down at Graham. He smiled up at her. She took his length in her hand and his grip on her hips tightened. She sat over him and positioned him at her entrance. All sense of urgency left her.
“Is this okay?” she asked, softly, wanting nothing more than to feel his raw self deep within her. Graham smirked and put one arm behind his head.
“Anything you want, Baby.” He thrust up in her hand for encouragement.
Catherine smiled and closed her eyes from the heat of his gaze. She lowered herself down and sighed with every inch. Graham remained still as she experimented with the new position. He stroked up her thigh and around her backside, gripping her when she did something he liked. She loved the way he felt in her. His heat and the feel of his bare skin enhanced the pleasure building in her belly.
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Chapter Twenty-Five
She placed her hands on his chest as she chased the feeling. He rubbed against her, matching her rhythm as he let out endearing words, coaxing her higher. They came together. Graham thrust hard up into her, coating her insides with his cum. The warmth spreading within her was unlike anything she’d felt before. She cried out her pleasure, screaming Graham’s name. He clutched her to his chest, his hold tightening as he felt it along with her. Her walls seemed to tighten with the pleasure. She shuddered at the immense feeling.
The two of them laid there for several minutes, trying to regain their breath. Graham’s phone vibrated and Catherine groaned into the pillow. Graham rolled off the bed and got to his feet. She turned her head to admire his sculpted form. He started to dig around for his phone, his tattooed side facing her. She’d run her hands all over those images the past few days. She’d even managed to get him to tell her about a few of them.
They ran from his right shoulder above his collarbone over his arm, down his torso and around his pelvis until ending just above the knee. He pivoted, displaying the ones along his back. She smirked at the winding circular maze one on the hard plane of his butt cheek. That one she couldn’t wait to hear about. There were only three places unmarked: where his neck met his shoulder, a spot over his pec and the area over his pelvis. He turned toward her and grinned at her hooded look. Of course turning to face her didn’t help as she could now see the unmarked side of him that showed off the defined edges of his muscular chest and abdomen. Certain details stood out that the ink hid on his right side.
“Where the hell did you throw that thing?”
Catherine bit her lip and pointed to their dirty laundry bin. He walked over to it and grabbed his phone.
“Why don’t you tell Theo to leave us alone and you come back to bed?” she asked, laying back.
“It’s not Theo.”
The phone rang again.
“Who is it then?”
She looked up and he smirked. “Your dad.”
“What?!” she shrieked just as he answered the phone.
“Hey Jensen.”
Catherine threw a pillow at him which he dodged. “Uh, yeah, I was busy.” He said into the phone, still slightly out of breath. He chuckled once. “I’m not sure you’d like me to answer that, Alpha.” Graham said with a wink in her direction. She threw another pillow at him which he caught and threw back at her. “Yeah, we’ll be right in.”
Graham hung up the phone.
“Why didn’t you tell me it was him!” She yelled, absolutely mortified.
Graham grabbed the hand she was about to smack him with.
“And miss out on you ravaging me?” he mock-whispered with an expression of horror. He kissed her until she stopped trying to pull her hand away. “Come on, the paternity test is in.”
Her good mood was immediately smothered.
Surrendering to Destiny
