Grayslake: Furrever Yours (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Georgette St. Clair Page A

“Alpha of the Redby Pack,” he said. “He was just letting me know that one of Eugene’s pack members stopped by the hospital to look for you. They’re staying with the Redby Pack, being an enormous pain in the ass. Unfortunately, doesn’t look like they’re leaving until they find her.”
    “So the people who are currently down here looking for her…”
    “Her father Aloysius, the douchetard who accosted you outside the hospital. Her intended husband, Kevin, who came down here with a few of his pack members and some of his father’s as well. There’s a good chance that Eugene, Kevin’s father, will come here pretty soon if Margaret isn’t found.” He looked at her sharply. “So please be careful.”
    She nodded. “Careful is my middle name,” she assured him.
    He shook his head. “No, Heather, ‘caring’ is your middle name, which is why I’m worried about you.”

Chapter Ten
     
    “What time is it?” Heather glanced up at the clock on the wall. “It’s 3 a.m.,” she moaned as Knox slid into bed with her. She was still sleeping in her room; sleeping in his room would be too much temptation. Once he’d marked her, though, she would be in his massive four-poster bed every night for the rest of her life, he’d told her.
    “Yep, car accident. Drunk versus tree, the tree won.”
    “Are you naked?” She was groggy, but not that groggy. Good God, he was starkers. It was like a solid wall of muscle cuddling up to her.
    “I told you I’d make you happy every night of your life,” he said, nuzzling her neck. “Does this make you happy?”
    She let out a low moan of pleasure as he nipped at her ear.
    “Happy doesn’t begin to describe it. But…on one condition. You let me return the favor.”
    “No actual sex until I claim you,” he reminded her.
    She gave him a sleepy smile. “There are other things I can do to you,” she said.
    He wound one of her curls around his finger, frowning and pursing his lips as if thinking about it. “Are there, now? And what might they be?”
    She snuggled closer to him, enjoying the warm strength of his body, and his cock gave an interested twitch. Her smile turned into a mischievous grin. “Why don’t I show you?” she said.
    He gave a happy growl and pulled her into his arms, settling onto his back in the bed with Heather on top of him. She wriggled self-consciously. “Won’t I squish you?” she asked.
    “Nuh-uh,” Knox replied, and she covered his mouth with hers, drawing his lower lip between hers and gently suckling it before swiping across it with the tip of her tongue, encouraging him to open to her.
    The kiss was slow and sweet – searching, exploring. Heather stroked the side of his face, feeling the roughness of his late-night stubble beneath her fingertips. She kept her movements soft and gentle, but already she could feel his cock growing, getting thicker and harder as each beat of his heart pumped blood into the swelling organ. It was a heady feeling of power, the way his body responded so swiftly and surely to her touch, and she heard herself give a little purr of satisfaction.
    She pulled away from his mouth and laid a trail of soft kisses over his cheek and jaw, moving down until she was kissing the skin of his throat. She bit the flesh, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make him groan and shift underneath her. She sucked hard on the side of his neck, drawing it against her teeth then running her tongue over the purplish bruise of the love bite that was starting to bloom on his skin. She kissed the spot.
    As she ran her tongue along his collar bone, he slid his hands down her back, making long sweeps to either side of her spine then circling his palms on the generous swells of her ample backside. He gave a brief moan of disappointment as she slid out of his grasp to move down and begin kissing his broad chest. But the moan turned into a gasp of excitement as she tweaked his nipple between her lips and swirled her tongue over