I fell to my knees.
These men had quite literally taken a bullet for me.
If they rejected me now, I could take it.
I could.
I dropped onto all fours and crawled over to him.
Yes, I crawled.
While I was unpacking, Claire had explained some things about the Alphas. They were truly dominant by nature.
Not assholes, but leaders, who needed the respect of their family and those who followed them.
The best way to show them that was to submit.
And Claire promised me that if I did that, truly did that, then my life would never be better.
“You showed me how amazing lovemaking could be. And I promise you, I’ll never run from it again. No matter how scarily beautiful it is.”
I rested on my heels and sat looking up, though my gaze kept catching on the bulge behind his zipper.
Grayson’s arms fell to his sides and he stared down at me.
“What are you doing, little one?”
His tone had changed.
He wasn’t angry anymore. He was aroused.
He swallowed obviously, his throat working hard.
“I’m waiting for you to tell me I can suck your cock.”
The words came out of my mouth as though I were a person standing on the ceiling looking down. I had no control over what I’d just said.
Shit.
“I don’t need to give you permission,” he said with a slow grin. “After the other day, I think it would be better if you took what you wanted, Nevaeh. Actions speak louder than words, after all. So, I’ll know you really want it.”
Happiness swelled in my heart as I looked up at him and realised how much he loved me.
He was forgiving me for hurting him, and Aaron, and Brad.
And that’s all I wanted.
To start over again.
I went up on my knees, and with trembling hands, reached for his jeans.
I undid the button and gently pulled the zipper down, tooth by tooth.
Bushy hair was my surprise, no underwear to be found. I pulled the jeans apart and tugged them down until his cock bounced up at me, already thick, hard and wanting.
I hummed happily as I wrapped my hand around the impressive shaft and put the head into my mouth.
He was salty and hot and beautiful.