Surrogate for the Alpha Prince in a Coma novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206

Lillian’s POV

Grayson laced his fingers through mine. The court surrounded us, giving us congratulations and expressing their excitement for the upcoming wedding. I couldn’t tell if they were being genuine or not. Many of them seemed to lean in whatever direction would grant them the most favor, the most power. For now, that seemed to mean being

nice to me.

But I didn’t care what they thought. Instead, I was focused on the feel of Grayson’s hand against mine, the curl of his fingers against the back of my palm, the trace of his thumb along mine.

Heat was rising inside of me, burning me from the inside out. Such a simple gesture, holding my hand, yet everything about it had me want to fly into space. My clothes were too tight. This room was too hot.

I gave Grayson a look, and he stilled. His gaze dropped to my lips, to my breasts, down my whole body. He licked his lips.

“Time to go,” he said. To the others, he said, “Excuse us. We have plans.

The court seemed confused. With everyone already in the throne room, what possible plans could we have?

They didn’t know what I did, that the only plans Grayson and I had were for the bedroom.

Once we were out of the throne room, he glanced at me again. We grinned at each other and started running. I must have been too slow for his liking, because he pulled me up into his arms and carried me the rest of the way there into our bedroom. He kicked the door behind us.

At the bed, he laid me gently down. He started removing his clothes so I started removing mine. He watched me, standing beside the bed. I watched him too, loving how his gaze devoured every inch of skin I bared for him.

I did the same for him, my mouth watering as he pulled his shirt up and over his head, exposing miles of taut muscle. Reaching for his pants next, he unbuttoned the clasp and pulled the zipper down.

In haste, I tossed aside all of my clothes, fully revealing myself first. Facing him, I pulled apart my legs, allowing him to see all of me.

His jaw locked. A muscle there ticked.

He pushed down his pants and boxers and kicked them to the side.

His dick was already rock-hard, straining. He grabbed himself in hand and started to gently stroke.

Unable to resist my own urges, I sought out my clit and gently twisted it between two fingers.

We continued like that for a moment, touching each other while we each watched.

“Gods,” Grayson cursed. “You are a vixen.”

“Only for you,” I told him.

He growled. “Only for me. No one else gets to see you like this. If they tried, I’d kill them.”

Threats of murder should not be sexy, but with Grayson… I struggled to find anything unsexy about the man.

He was so powerful, yet he touched me so gently. Those hands could kill but he used them on me only to bring pleasure. I couldn’t hold back anymore and whimpered.

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He saw that as the invitation it was meant to be and approached. He positioned his face directly between my highs and tasted me. I clawed my fingers through his hair, which he seemed to like, with how he hummed against my clit.

As I arched against the bed, he pushed his fingers inside of me. It felt good, so good, but it wasn’t enough.

Not anymore.

Not now that I knew what other pleasures his body could give me.

“Please…” I begged. “Grayson, please.”

He licked my clit once more. “What do you want, Lily? Tell me.”

“You,” I breathed.

“You have me.”

He was being purposefully obtuse and I huffed in frustration. “You, Grayson.”

“Be specific,” he said, that mischievous look back, driving me as wild as his fingers inside of me. “Tell me exactly what you need.”

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