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Chapter Twenty

Amelia stared down the length of Gram and her breathing increased. Desire raced through her and she skimmed her fingers down his torso. She hadn’t been joking when she’d said he very well could hammer nails with his erection. The thing was massive and currently very, very hard.

She gulped.

The desire to touch it won out and she gave in, doing just that. As her fingers wrapped as far as they could around his velvety-smooth girth, he jerked, and she thought he’d pull away.

He didn’t.

His hand closed over hers on his hot erection and he dipped his head, his other hand finding the side of her head. He ran his hand into her hair and put his forehead to hers. “Lass, do nae start this if you do nae intend to finish.”

Closing her eyes, she thought on what he was saying. Could she do it? Could she surrender to him fully? Everything in her screamed yes, but a niggle in the back of her head held her back. She held his shaft as she kept her forehead to his. “This is what Cal wants. He wants me to lure you to the Flock. I’m supposed to use sex to do it. This would be giving him what he wants.”

She let go of him and took a big step back, her emotions running the gamut. Her entire body buzzed with excitement and need for the man before her, but she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t be a pawn in her father’s demented game.

Gram shuddered, making no move to cover himself. “Lass, do you nae want to act on what is clearly between us because you do nae want me, or is it because yer worried I’ll think you did it because yer father told you to?”

Her eyes widened. Was she worried Gram would see it as her using him? “I hadn’t even thought of that. Now I will. Great. One more thing to worry about.”

Gram reached down and began to stroke himself slowly at first, his eyes never leaving her. “Lass, then I’m to take it you do nae want me the same as I want you? That you do not burn for me as I do for you? That must be so since you were nae worried if I’d suspect you had ulterior motives.”

Her hand went to her throat. She swallowed hard. “Oh, I want you. A lot. A whole lot, but I can’t. You weren’t part of my plan. And I want you far away from this place, not joining it.”

“Life is what happens when you’re busy making plans,” he said with a wink, still stroking his cock boldly.

When she’d watched Taggert and Brian being serviced, she’d felt disgusted. The entire ordeal had sickened her, and she’d wanted to run and hide. A part of her feared that would always be her reaction to sexual situations. That the Flock’s training and their sexual rituals had left her damaged in some respect.

Seeing Gram touching his cock didn’t turn her off. It did the opposite. It ignited her sex drive. She wanted to be the one doing it for him. She wanted to touch him. Please him. Be one with him. And she didn’t want to let fear or worry about plots and schemes take that from her. It was her moment to be with a man she wanted and who appeared to want her in return.

Amelia edged forward, her hand going out as if it had a mind of its own. She made contact with Gram’s rock-hard lower torso and the heat she’d felt before flared through her once more. The air around them seemed electrified. Raw need took root in her and she nearly whimpered.

“Lass, I want you, and I can smell yer want of me.” Gram increased the speed in which he touched himself, only serving to excite her more.

Her pulse thumped erratically, and she found herself pressing against him. While her mind screamed that acting on her impulses would be playing into her father’s hands, the rest of her stopped caring. She sank against him and the next she knew, her mouth was on his, wanting to feed the insatiable hunger inside her.

Gram took over almost instantly, showing who was the master and who was the student. His tongue circled hers and he wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her held to him. It was a good thing too because the more his tongue explored her mouth, the less she felt she could stand on her own two feet.

His tongue stroked her mouth to the point her toes started to tingle. She wasn’t even aware that was a possibility. The kiss moved quickly to the point of no return. Not that she was complaining any.

With a seductive growl, he jerked her against him harder, his erection digging at her stomach. She ached for it to be between her legs. To be diving into her recesses, unifying them.

She bit at his lower lip. “Gram.”

“Lass, if you bite my lip again, you had better be prepared to be claimed,” he warned. “Because I’ll nae be able to stop myself or my wolf. It wants you too, lass. It wants to possess all of you. If yer nae ready for that, speak now.”

Passion clouded her judgment and she froze.

Gram sighed and made a move to pull away from her.

Amelia did the only thing she could think to do to prevent the pleasure from ending. She bit his lower lip again, this time harder.

Hunger flashed through his eyes.

In an instant his hands roamed over her body, tugging at her dress, lifting it as she squirmed against him, wanting more. Cool air eased over her now exposed legs and Amelia whimpered into Gram’s mouth.

With a growl, he grabbed the sides of her waist and lifted her with ease, depositing her on the massage table. He then jerked her butt toward the end of it and pushed her enough to force her to lie back. She followed his lead and nearly bolted when he shoved her dress up more, lifting her legs as he did. He stared down at her nakedness and a wolfish grin spread over his face. “Och, lass, I’ve found heaven.”

Embarrassed and exposed, she made a move to push down the bottom portion of her dress to cover herself. No one had ever seen the area before, outside of herself, and she’d only looked long enough to follow Tina’s directions on womanly “spring cleaning.”

He shook his head and stopped her from covering herself. “No.”

She squirmed.

He hooked his arms around her thighs and kissed her knee before kissing his way down her inner thigh. When he reached her mound, he inhaled deeply. “Lass, you smell guid enough to eat and that’s exactly what I intend to do.”

“W-what? I didn’t train for that,” she blurted, feeling foolish as the words left her mouth. But it was true. She’d trained on various ways to pleasure him. Not the other way around. She felt every bit the bumbling virgin she knew herself to be.

He chuckled. “I’m all the teacher you’ll need.”

As he planted a kiss on top of her mound, Amelia stiffened.

Gram caressed her legs. “Lass, I promise you’ll enjoy this. I know I will. Hell, I am already and I’ve nae even started yet. This is the best kidnapping I’ve ever been subjected to and you should know that’s saying something as it’s nae the first one I’ve fallen victim to. When we’re done, remind me to thank Striker.”

“What?” she asked, totally lost on what he was talking about. “Who is Striker?”

He winked. “Never you mind that. Just focus on how guid this is going to feel for you.”

“I’m supposed to be pleasing you, not the other way around,” she protested. “I’m supposed to be rubbing, erm, massaging you. It’s me who should have my mouth on your thing .”

“All in due time, lass. But for now, I get to taste you first.” He put his hand over her mound and stared up at her. “I like that yer nae shaved bare. I like that you’ve hair here.”

She tensed. Her girl part maintenance help had come from Tina. It had been her friend’s suggestion that Amelia kept a neatly trimmed triangle of hair there. Apparently, she owed Tina a big thank you. It looked as if more than one thank you card would be sent when the act was complete.

Gram parted her folds and cool air moved over her exposed nether regions. Sweet goddess. The man was going to do her in before he even got started.

When he swiped his tongue over the area, Amelia nearly came up and off the table. She’d never felt anything that good before. He laughed against her pussy and used one hand to keep her pinned in place. He licked more, his blue eyes swirling to brown almost instantly.

A low grumble started in the back of his throat and she knew then his shifter side was showing itself.

Was he going to lose control and shift forms with his head between her legs?

Her eyes widened.

She sure in the heck hoped not. It was enough that she was about to hand over her virginity to a man she’d only just met. Giving it to a wolf was simply out of the question. “G-Gram?”

“Shh, lass,” he said, looking up at her from under thick lashes. “I’ll nae harm you.”

“But your eyes.”

He nodded. “My wolf is here, sampling you too. It’s the way of things with mates. I cannae help it, but I can tell you that I’ll nae let it harm you. Do you trust me?”

Nodding, she tried to relax but it was nearly impossible. She was lying on her back, on a massage table, in a room with people she hated down the hall, with her sex totally exposed to a man who was a shifter and had already licked her intimate regions once.

As he licked his lower lip, she knew he was about to do so again.

He caressed her stomach with his thumb as the rest of his hand kept her held in place. With his other hand, he spread her lower lips more, flicking his tongue back and forth. Each swipe, each lick sent jolts of pleasure pulsing through her body. Within minutes, her thighs were quivering, and she was fairly positive she was about to burst into flames, that or run for the hills. She honestly wasn’t sure which might occur.

He pressed a finger to her soaked core and she held her breath. She expected a lot of pain. When she’d seen virgins being taken for the first time in Flock rituals, it always looked painful—then again, the men doing the taking during the rituals were sick bastards.

Gram sucked gently on her swollen bud as he pushed a long finger into her. There was slight pain, but it was fleeting and followed quickly by nothing short of pure bliss.

Closing her eyes, Amelia arched her back, her hips moving of their own accord. They wanted more of what Gram was doing as much as she did.

He began easing his finger in and out of her as he continued his oral sensual assault. Never had she felt like this. Her hips undulated of their own accord, encouraging Gram to increase his actions. He did, and Amelia gasped, clamping her thighs shut as far as she could get them with his head there. She was left effectively squeezing his head and holding it in place.

As he chuckled into her pussy, he looked up the length of her. The man then had the nerve to wink of all things as if her body’s response to the pleasure he was giving her was humorous.

Maybe it was.

All she knew for sure was she wanted more.

Much more.

He moved his finger just right at the second his tongue struck her sweet spot. Her body constricted around his finger, grasping at it as immense pleasure slammed into her, causing her to become dizzy. Thankfully, she was already lying down. She clamped her legs tighter to the side of his head and jerked involuntarily on the massage table. The pleasure didn’t end there. Whatever Gram was doing kept it going, kept making her body jerk like she was a fish out of water.

Tiny gasps of shock came from her as her body shattered around his finger.

“That a girl,” he said, staring up at her, his chin even wetter than it had been. “Keep coming for me, lass.”

Her body obeyed and for a split second, Amelia was positive her magik was going to break free from her and level the entire compound. It clawed at her from the inside out, wanting free, wanting to go to Gram. Fearing she’d harm him, Amelia held tight to it, focusing on it instead of Gram’s tongue on her clit.

When he added a second finger, she stiffened. It wasn’t comfortable.

Gram lifted his head and his lips glistened. He licked them, his eyes still brown. “Lass, I’ll stop if you want me to.”

She shook her head and put her hand over the one he had on her stomach. “That hurts a little.”

“Aye, because you’ve nae had anything or anyone there before,” he said as he withdrew his fingers from her core, put them in his mouth, and licked them clean. His eyes rolled back in his head a moment.

Gram stood fully and stepped back fast. He put his back to her and his shoulders heaved.

She sat up. “Gram?”

He looked strained. “Do nae descend upon her like a rutting beast. Be gentle with her. She’s trusting you, do nae betray that trust.”

It took her a moment to realize he was talking to himself. The restraint he was showing as an alpha-male shifter in the throes of passion was impressive. It made her chest tighten. He didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted the entire experience to be pleasurable for her.

Unlike the men of the Flock.

Gram was nothing like Taggert or Brian. He didn’t get off on the pain of others.

She may have only just met him, but she felt something for the man. More than she was willing to admit. For a second it felt as if her heart would leap right out of her chest and soar.