Chapter 131

Charles

Grace was trembling, clinging to me, clawing at me as if she couldn't get close enough. She wouldn't even let me pull away long enough to get her dress off. Every tightening of her fingers on me, every time she let out a needy little moan, she was pleading.

Make it go away.

I hushed her gently, rumbling at her, soothing her, and pulling back enough to get her out of her clothes. I fluttered my fingers, summoning a condom from somewhere near my clothes as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me back down to kiss.

"Easy," I whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You'd better not," she gasped as I slid my hands down her back and grabbed a hand full of her ass.

"You're alright, Grace," I told her, turning us so her back was against the wall. The hot water poured over us both. The steam filled the air, but all I could see, hear, and feel was Grace clinging to me, begging me in a way that she probably didn't realize.

I growled at her. "Easy, I said."

Her eyes opened, and she looked up at me. Her eyes filled with pleading red light. Then, she let out a soft, whining rumble.

Please.

I cupped her jaw as her eyes started to gloss over with tears. I kissed her tenderly and set the condom on the shower cubby nearby.

I promise, I rumbled back. Just let me say how.

She shuddered, but the franticness of her movements faded. She went pliant in my arms. I adjusted the showerhead so the water hit closer to her waist. Her hair was soaked already, but she didn't care. Then, I lathered the neutral soap I'd brought with me and let my soap-slick hands roam all over her body. She trembled. Her eyes fluttered closed as she let out a soft, content sound.

"There you are," I whispered, kissing her cheek. "Just relax."

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice thick with emotions. "I... I doubted you... I never got to tell you, but I... I did."

"Did you really?" I asked, reaching for the shampoo. "Or was that a fear response, too?"

She shook her head, unable to answer. "It's okay if you can't answer, but I think, for better or worse, if in any way you've placed me in the same category as Eason, I'm a lucky man."

"Something is deeply wrong with me."

"I'll ship you both to therapy later," I said, nudging her under the spray of the shower. I grinned, tweaking her nipple gently as the suds ran down her body, clinging to her curves. She groaned, pushing her chest out as I bent my head. "After I'm done with you."

A sharp cry came out of her as I sucked her nipple into my mouth and slipped my hand between her thighs. She was so hot and slick with arousal, already thrusting into my hand and keening for more than just the easy glide of my fingers against her.

"Charles..." she gasped, leaning back and widening her stance to give me better access.

"That's it," I whispered, crouching down as she started to quake. "Let me."

She let out a choked sob, and her hands flew to grip my hair as my mouth fell on her. Her body arched, and her thighs tightened as I plunged my tongue into her--tasting, devouring her until she was screaming into her hand.

I softened my mouth, licking slowly as she started to come down, and her knees wobbled. Then, I pressed a finger inside her, gauging her tightness.

"Oh, please--"

"Not yet," I said, adding another finger. "I have plans for you, Senator Prospect."

She grunted and tightened around my fingers as if she'd come again, pulsing and desperate. I chuckled.

"You like it already, hm? Having an Enforcer do whatever he wants to you, hm, Alpha Wolfe?"

"Charles..." She gasped. "What..."

She bit her lip and looked down at me. "Y-You'll wear your uniform?"

I thrust harder, stretching her open as I grinned. "Is that what you want?"

She nodded, her eyes hazy as she looked down at me. "Y-You promised me a costume party."

I hummed, getting to my feet to grab the condom and slide it on.

"So, I did," he said. "And I am a man of my word."

I lifted her off her feet. Her arms went around my neck, and she shuddered as I let her sink down onto me, inch by agonizing inch. She quaked and gripped me so tight I was breathless until her hips finally met mine.

"I'll have to find you something absolutely senatorial," I said, taking hold of her hips and moving her slowly. "A nice pair of pumps I can fuck you in."

"Fuck," she gasped, burying her face in my shoulder. "Charles, just..."

"Bent over your desk right before a senate's convening, hm?" I whispered, nipping at her neck and snapping my hips. "Maybe right before the Senate has to meet with the Lycan King, hm? I hear he's a real hardass."

Her nails bit into my shoulders as she gasped and shuddered. Her orgasm hit like an earthquake from the way she tensed around me, yet I didn't let up. The frustration with her, the adrenaline that was still thrumming through me, and knowing that this wasn't over was making a mess of my control.

She wasn't getting out of my arms for at least a few more hours if I could help it. I hoped to the moon that Kelly was still awake if the kids needed something.

"What do you think, Senator Prospect? You think you could argue with me while still aching from the fucking I gave you earlier?"

She groaned. "Charles, fuck, I can't... I really--"

"You'd still be flushed. I wonder who else would notice. You think they'd suspect every filthy thing I'd done to you?" I groaned, just imagining bending her over one of those stupid senate office desks, surrounded by the tacky, ancient decor, while she tried to smother her cries.

"I'll work you up to it," I promised as she came again and started to sob and plead. "Starting in your office here in City Hall... Maybe make you blow me before a press conference."

"Charles, please, I can't--"

I kissed her hard, plunging my tongue into her mouth, and growled.

You will.

She whimpered, soft and placating, desperate and needy like she couldn't make up her mind between needing a break and needing more. I met her gaze, checking for some flicker of fear, but there was none. Uncertainty, worry, and desperation were there, but nothing else.

I traced her bottom lip with my thumb before thrusting it into her mouth. She latched on greedily, never breaking eye contact.

"It's unlikely you'll be seeing Eason tonight," I whispered. "As I said... I have plans for you."

Her eyes fluttered.

"And you have apologies to make, hm?"

She shuddered and sucked harder, nodding and resting her forehead against my shoulder. She whimpered again.

Alpha, please.

And that was all the confirmation I needed. I could taste her guilt and need for forgiveness, not just from me or Mooncrest but from herself, too. I turned off the spray, kissing her deeply as I carried her to the other room adjoining the bathroom.

"It'll be okay," I said, holding her close. "Are you certain?"

"... I trust you," she said, her voice so soft and vulnerable it made my heart ache.

"If it's too much, say so," I pulled back and met her gaze. "And for future reference, we need to talk about this more."

She nodded and offered me her mouth all the same.

Well, fuck. I kissed her gently, buying myself time to breathe as the realization settled on me. She didn't even know what she was asking for, just that she needed it, that she knew I could give it to her. It was all the thinking she would probably be able to handle until she got some decent rest.

Hell, this was probably all the thinking I could handle until we all got some rest. DOminance, safety, care: these were things I could do without thinking, and it was what she needed right now.

"As much as you can take," I promised before we reached the bed.

I let my usual reservations and control step back. My instincts surged forward, and I dropped her on the bed. She cried out as I slipped out of her. Before she could react, I flippped her over, pulled her hips into the air, and pinned her face down into the mattress. She choked and squirmed as I pushed back into her with one long thrust and ground our hips together.

"I told myself I was going to spank you for the police escorts," I said mildly. "But I think that will have to wait. I want you sore for other reasons."

She shuddered, clenched her fists into the sheets, and closed her eyes, relaxing into the position as if to say I could have whatever I wanted. I took hold of her hips and groaned at every clench of her body. I took her over and over again, pushing her through every orgasm until she couldn't even cry out anymore until I let myself follow her over the sharp edge of pleasure. I groaned, rolling us so that I wouldn't crush her with my weight.

She trembled and wrapped her arms around me before I felt her tears leaking onto my shoulder.

"I have you, Grace..." I closed my eyes. "It's over."