Surrogate for the Alpha Prince in a Coma novel Chapter 310

Lillian’s POV

Never in my life had I felt so much power as I did in this moment.

With Grayson buried inside of me, his back against the cot, his hips trapped between my thighs, I rode him like I’d imagined doing these past five years, a position I’d always wanted to try. Grayson, so generous and loving, gave up the control in this moment just to allow me to have it, to chase my own pleasure.

We both had to be quiet, not wanting to give away what we were doing to any of the passing insomniacs or the other warriors in their sleeping or listening in their tents. I had taken to biting my lips to keep from moaning too loudly. Grayson was biting on the back of his fist, at least now and then. When he wasn’t, his hands found my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my nipples.

Or he traced his hands down my sides to my hips and around to my ass, where he squeezed and guided me, moving me faster, or pushing me down as he bucked up.

The Alpha desire for control inside of him was coming alive again. This time I had been given to ride him was a blessing, but I was also tiring, ready for him to take control. My pace was slowing, and I’d started panting.

He gave me a moment more, then grabbing my hips, flipped me down to the bed while he moved over me. Never once, not even for a second, did he slip out from inside of me. This position was familiar and welcome. I stretched my legs open farther, granting him more room.

He bucked into me without missing a beat of our rhythm. It didn’t matter how long it had been. We picked up right where we’d always left off, just the two of us. Our hands slipped together, our fingers intertwined.

I opened my mouth to gasp, to moan, and he leaned down and kissed me instead, swallowing whatever noise I had been about to make.

I held on as tightly as I could, dreading the moment the magic of this night would end, and Grayson would march to the fight of his life. The thought brought tears to my eyes, and they fell as Grayson’s rhythm slowed, making long strokes instead of quick ones.

This kind of tender lovemaking only added more ache to my heart.

“Lily?”

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, so he didn’t.

We held onto each other as he rocked inside of me, bringing us both to our pleasure more slowly, but savoring every special moment. I wanted it to last. I didn’t want it to end too soon. When it did, we would have to sleep, and then in the morning…

No. Don’t think of that.

Think of this.

Pleasure.

Him.

Now.

I gasped as my climax tore through me, despite my best efforts to hold it off.

His pace became erratic, and soon, he followed me into oblivion.

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Neither of us slept after that, though we both pretended to. Neither of us called the other out on it, just held

ghtly waiting for the morning light to come, to bring what would happen next.

As the sun creeped over the trees, we showered and changed and then came to meet the army. Rows and rows of warriors were lining up, ready to march to the border. At their head, Teacher and Reginald were waiting for us.

We nodded at one another. Then we marched toward the border, the armies behind us, ready for the end.

The bears seemed startled by our arrival, even as we stopped on the edge of our half of the border. They scrambled to get their half ready too.

Then, as they lined up, the four of us – Reginald, Grayson, Teacher, and myself walked forward, leaving the armies behind us. A group of bears from the other side started forward too. I didn’t recognize them, but they seemed to be wearing badges and medals signifying their importance. This had to be the Bear King’s advisors.

“You could have launched a surprise attack,” said one of the advisors. “What purpose could you have to wait to meet us? Now you’ve only marched to your death.”

Most of these advisors seemed crass and rude, looking at us like we were scum, not worthy to stand in front of them, except for one, an older man with white hair and a white beard. He looked critically at all of us, but especially at Grayson.

“How did you escape?” he asked.

“I warned you,” Grayson said. “Your warriors underestimated me.”

One of the advisors scoffed. “I’m done listening to this.”

“Wait,” said the older advisor.

‘Gregory, let’s go? They want a fight, let’s give it to them.”

“The young are always eager for war, not understanding it.” Gregory held Grayson’s gaze. “You’ve come here to speak with us for a purpose. I will hear it now.”

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