Semua Bab Kidnapped By My Mate -His Lost Queen: Bab 41 - Bab 50

42. Pleasure ParadoxBELLEForty-five minutes later, I was splayed out over Grayson’s bare chest, completely breathless as sweat dripped down my still-buzzing body.Grayson’s fingers—the same fingers that had been inside of me only moments before—were running up and down my back in lazy strokes, leaving pleasurable shivers in their wake.He had just given me two of the most intense orgasms of my entire life. He was getting so good at making me come that he barely even had to try anymore.He just played my body like a violin, knowing exactly what to do to have me flying over the edge repeatedly, however many times he wanted, without any mercy.But something inside of me still itched— had been itching for the past several weeks. No matter how much time we spent in this bed, or in the shower, or against our kitchen counter, or on the living room floor, bringing each other to new heights, it was never enough.There was this constant need inside of me that was growing stronger with every

44. Hot Tub StandoffBELLE“What the fuck are you wearing?”I jumped at the sound of his voice, whirling around to meet the eyes of my mate, who was sitting on the couch in our room. I hadn’t even heard him come in and was surprised he was here.He was never back this early. I had assumed I would be spending another night by myself.I had just exited our closet after changing into one of the bikinis Minnie had gotten me. I planned on going to the hot tub for a while. I was incredibly tense.All I wanted to do was lie back and relax in some nearly-too-hot water for the next several hours until all my limbs felt like noodles.I even had a copy of Twilight— Minnie had insisted I borrow it after finding out I had never read it before—and was more than ready to lose myself in a story about werewolves and vampires that wasn’t my own. And most importantly, I needed a distraction. One that kept me from obsessing over the man sitting in front of me.“Oh, hi,” I replied. I hated how hot and fi

46. UnravelingBELLEI felt utterly pathetic as I walked up to Minnie’s apartment door later that night. I had gotten many strange looks on my way here. I didn’t blame pack members for staring.I was soaking wet, barefoot, and only had a towel wrapped around me to cover my black bikini. To add to that, I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face.I’m sure I looked like a mess.My hand shook with emotion as I raised it to knock on Minnie’s door late at night. I knew she said she was busy tonight, but I was hoping she would make an exception, given the circumstances.I could not go back to my apartment alone after everything that had happened. I just couldn’t.Rustling, hushed voices, and giggling sounded from behind the door as I stood there waiting. I shifted anxiously, wiping my tears and averting my gaze when a pack member passed by me.“Luna,” he greeted. I smiled back, although I didn’t look at them. This was so embarrassing. This was not the way a queen should be acting

48. Unveiling the ProphecyGRAYSONAfter we were both dressed—and I made sure that she wasn’t wearing any of the fucking lingerie Minnie got her—I led Belle through the halls of the castle.It was a bit of a long walk, but I never let go of Belle’s hand for a single moment.She smelled incredible, like sweet sex and mating pheromones.I nearly swore when I thought back to the way she had begged me to take her back in our room, thrusting her wet pussy up against me, licking and kissing my marking spot, and whining in my ear.Fuck, she had almost killed me. It was a miracle I made it out of there alive.She had a right to know exactly what she was asking from me. And it was about time I told her.“Where are we going?” she asked.She had never been to this part of the castle. It was blocked off for a reason.“The archives,” I responded.“Why?”“Because there’s something I need to show you.”Belle’s small hand gripped mine with so much strength that, when I looked down at it, I saw it was

50. Call to the PastGRAYSONBelle pulled her older-than-the-dinosaurs phone from her back pocket. It was a flip phone the size of a small brick. It was a reminder of the way she was living when she was in Maine.It made me unnecessarily angry.“What are you doing?” I asked her.She clicked through her list of contacts in a hurry. “I’m looking for Queen Evangeline’s phone number,” she explained.I stared at her, sure I had finally pushed her to the brink of madness. “What?”“Evangeline gave me her number when she visited me at the diner. She told me I would need to talk to her about something sometime in the near future. I think now’s that time.”I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration. “Baby…”“I know, I know, you don’t believe me because you think I was having some sort of grief-induced psychotic break and made the whole thing up.”She hit the call button and put the phone on speaker. “But just humor me for a second, would you?”I sighed and listened to the sound of the phone’s call