9781631054099GracefulAcceptanceBeck (3 page)

“We aren’t certain. It
was actually Gemma that got us the information we have. It wasn’t something my
parents fully understood. My mamma just c
ounted it a
blessing to have a little girl after three sons.”

“What do they know?
What did my sisters find out?”

“They believe I’m an
anomaly brought about in alignment with the prophecy, that I am the only one of
our kind to exist. In a way, my mamma was
right. I
was a gift from the Goddess in exchange that my life be used in fulfillment of
the prophecy.”

“Your
life?”
Grace was confused now, and worried about losing this woman who she just
discovered could be hers.

“Not like that, Grace.
I simply mean I am
meant to use my life in a way that
helps our society. No harm will come to me. Or you, as long as we are bonded.”

Davina took Grace’s
hands in her own and placed her forehead to Grace’s. “My Grace, our prophecy,
the one that is ours to fulfill, is
believed to
create a union that ensures those like us can continue to live in harmony with
their bodies while continuing the Valendite Breed.”

“Why was I never
told?”

“I suspect there
wasn’t a soul that knew your true emotions, your needs. There was never
a reason to tell you of this prophecy. On the other hand,
it was obvious that I would be affected.”

“But…” Before Grace
could ask more questions, Davina drew her hands up to Grace’s face and held her
head between her palms, stroking softly down her cheeks
with her thumbs. Grace felt weak again. Her body hummed.

Grace had no doubt
left within her. She looked into Davina’s eyes and was helpless to do anything
less than worship this woman who was to be her mate. No other thoughts existed
but this moment betwe
en them. The humming, a
vibration in the air around them, held them within a private cocoon, and Grace
wasn’t afraid when they kissed again. This time, the kiss was a richer and
deeper exploration than their first. Davina licked Grace’s lips and sought out
Grace’s tongue, licking every inch of her mouth, running
her tongue against her teeth. When she broke the kiss, it was only to move down
Grace’s body.

Davina’s mouth
descended to her breasts as she kissed her beaded nipples through the pink lace
of her br
a. She suckled gently at her breasts as if
Grace
were
a delicious dessert, and Grace cried
out with need. Davina’s mouth and tongue were warm, a marked difference from
the cooler touch of her lips. It was incredible how her body was responding to
Davina. T
he hairs on Grace’s body—those fine, soft
little strands too fine to see—were standing on end as if electrified. Grace’s
entire being was over sensitive and on fire.

The heat inside
Grace’s belly was growing more intense. She could no longer still her hand
s as she reached out to touch Davina, running her fingers
through her mate’s long black hair and marveling at the dramatic difference
from her own nearly white blonde pixie cut. Grace was unsure of herself and
still trying to learn. She had never been touc
hed in
this way, though she had longed for it. How she needed Davina to guide her.

“Please, show me,”
Grace’s voice was breathy. She spoke quietly, shy in this unique experience.
“Help me, Davina.”

As if this final plea
was all she needed, Davina removed G
race’s sweater,
then her skirt from her, allowing it all to drop to the floor. Grace stood
before her now in only her pink lace undergarments. She was nervous,
self-conscious of her less curvy figure, and moved to cover herself, but Davina
wanted to see ev
erything. “Do not cover yourself from
me. You’re beautiful. Now that I have you, don’t take that from me.”

Grace dipped her head
and stood before Davina, feeling vulnerable. With a deep fortifying breath, she
lifted her head and looked into Davina’s eyes.
There
she found the same desire she had always felt inside of herself, a deep longing
for someone who understood, who felt the emotions that rolled through her body.
They were the same in heart. That meant everything to Grace.

As if she knew all of
Grace’s
insecurities, Davina placed a guiding hand on
the small of her back and led Grace to the sofa. “Just sit here and let me
undress for you.”

Davina stepped back
and began to remove her clothes. She unbuttoned each of the large buttons down
the front of her
dress, pausing only to unhook the
belt at her waist. Then she shrugged the dress from her shoulders and allowed
it to fall to her hips before shifting so it made its way to the floor. Davina
kept her eyes locked on Grace who found she couldn’t look away.

T
he tiny black lace bra held breasts as plump as Grace had
dreamed of, larger than her own and with deep colored brown nipples that showed
through the lace. Grace licked her lips as Davina unhooked the front closure
and exposed her breasts just inches from
Grace’s
watering mouth.

Davina laughed at
Grace’s moan that escaped as she wiggled in her seat, watching the show before
her. Davina toed off her black heels which placed her in a most delicious spot
in front of Grace, now covered in only the tiniest pair
of black lace panties Grace had ever seen. If Davina would just turn,
Grace could see if her guess was right. These were a thong.

“May I?” Davina asked
as she leaned down and moved her arms around Grace to the hooks of her bra.

The touch of their
skin onc
e again brought the humming sound back,
making it nearly impossible for Grace to think beyond this moment.

“I’m not as beautiful
as you,” Grace’s cheeks bloomed. “Your skin is so rich and toned. Your curves
are, well let’s just say they’re something I’ve n
ever
had but always adored on others.” She wanted so badly, she needed so badly, but
she was afraid.

“You are everything I
have ever hoped to have, my Grace. You are beautiful to me. I alone am who
matters for you. And you alone are who matters for me.”

W
hen Davina moved back, she took Grace’s bra with her. She
knelt down in between Grace’s legs and stroked her outer thighs up to the
elastic on Grace’s panties she still wore. They were the final barrier to
cross. Davina’s eyes roamed from Grace’s legs, to
her
belly, to her chest. She took each nipple in turn into her warm mouth and
suckled it until the hard beads were like pearls. Grace ached for her mate, but
needed more than the air she breathed. Then Davina’s eyes met Grace’s where
they merged without wo
rds.

Grace took deep
breaths as she felt the heat from Davina’s touch spread from her thighs,
between her legs, and into her belly where it burned. She was on fire. Davina’s
hand slipped under her tiny panties, sliding her fingers into the drenched
folds b
etween Grace’s legs and finding her clit
hidden at the top of her pussy. She swirled her finger around the tiny bud and
Grace instinctively began to move against her fingers. The burning was
overtaken now by a new intensity—a spark perhaps. Her hips were r
olling and she pressed harder on Davina.

“Take your tongue, my
Grace, and touch it to my sharpest tooth. Swirl it around on my teeth just as
my finger is swirling in your pussy. The blood exchange will bind us and I can
take you to a new height then.” Davi
na’s breathing
had become more labored. “I want you and I need you now. Please say you will
have me now.”

Grace couldn’t speak.
The idea that this was her mate, that she had both attributes of a Valendite
Breed and a woman of the
Magdalena Circle
, seemed u
nreal.
She could truly have everything she’d dreamed of. Grace gave a nod and raised
her bottom to free her panties.

“Thank the Goddess. I
have waited my whole life for you.” Davina’s words were barely finished when
Grace took her mouth, surprising her.

Gr
ace hungrily moved her tongue into Davina’s mouth, brushing
across her tongue, working her way around her mouth. They were both shaking
with the burning heat of a fever, a hunger that ignited when their naked bodies
pressed against each other. Breasts form
ed to breasts
and soft curves connected along their bellies and legs as Davina moved on top
of Grace, softly pushing her further into the plush leather of the sofa.

A moan escaped Davina
when she tasted the first drop of Grace’s blood. Grace returned her m
oan, sending vibrations rushing through her body and
causing her to press herself closer against Davina. Then in a singular moment
of clarity—just a moment in time when the buzzing around them paused—Grace
realized she could feel Davina’s satisfaction, her
tremendous desire, and her heated need as if it were her own.

Grace no longer had to
guess what her mate was feeling. It was all inside of her. When they broke the
kiss and Davina sat back, Grace’s hands stroked the sides of Davina’s torso,
petting gentle
strokes on her stomach and tweaking
her belly piercing before traveling to Davina’s breasts. Grace’s fingers tugged
at Davina’s nipples, so dark and hard. The weight of her breasts in Grace’s
hands was grounding. She wanted to purr in absolute delight at
how right it felt in this moment. When Davina pushed into
her hands, Grace caressed them with a firmer touch, learning the feel of her
mate’s body and treasuring the sounds of delight coming from Davina.

Davina began exploring
Grace’s body too, moving up a
nd down her legs, then
back to her center again. Each time she’d pull away from her place between
Grace’s legs, Grace let out a whimper. Davina was teasing her with her shrewd
little fingers. And then she felt Davina pinch her nipples, giving back what she
was receiving. Grace gasped into Davina’s mouth and moaned
as the tugs became sharper. Their touches urged each other on as they continued
exploring.

Grace pulled her eyes
up to meet Davina’s, gasping for air in the midst of the intensity of their
Claimin
g, and asked, “What’s happened, Davina? Why do
I feel like this?” Gracie was panting. She could feel the heated wetness
between her legs, the ache rising within her. The need to rub herself against
Davina’s thigh was nearly unstoppable.

“Oh, my Grace, we a
re now bonded. You will for the rest of all time feel what
I feel just as I will feel the emotions within you. It’s a powerful bond for
mates.” Davina smiled down at Grace with a twinkle in her eye. “It will make us
hunger more deeply and love more ferocio
usly.”

“You are my mate.”
Grace’s voice
shook,
her nerves in conflict with her desire.
She was overwhelmed by giving into something she wanted so much without forcing
herself to hold back. “I never have to hold back with you. I don’t have to
worry about
overindulging.”

“Never again will you
hold back or deny yourself. You are my mate to care for and you will be
satisfied always.”
Davina quirked
one of her sculpted eyebrows before she took Grace’s mouth with hers again.
She offered comfort and reassurance
as she smoothed her hands down Grace’s body. She followed
Grace’s slight curves as if she were taking the time to learn every inch of her
body as Grace watched from below her.

Shifting Grace onto
her back, Davina settled between Grace’s legs. Curious, Grac
e leaned on her elbows to watch this amazing woman who was
now hers for eternity. Looking up, Davina’s lip curled into a smile as her eyes
were shaded by her long, dark lashes. Then she brought her head down to Grace’s
core where she immediately found her
clit and circled
it with her tongue. The abrupt sensation had Grace’s hips lifting in her hands
as she pressed her pelvis into Davina. She craved more contact, her clit
throbbing with need. As if sensing it, Davina slipped one, then two, fingers
inside of
her. She moved them gently at first, almost
teasingly, and then thrust them inside so that her palm cupped her pussy and
her thumb found her clit. Gracie cried out.

“It’s ok, my Grace,
relax and enjoy us,” Davina leaned over her to speak into her ear, drop
ping light kisses onto her flesh as she moved up Grace’s
body. The feeling of her breath was warming, hot. The intensity of her touch,
the pleasure in the moment was overwhelming. Davina never stopped the rhythm
her fingers had found. Then she moved back b
etween
Grace’s legs, her fingers deeper inside with this new angle and her lips locked
onto Grace’s clit. She thrust, suckled, and nipped one final time when Grace’s
inner muscles began to spasm around Davina’s fingers lodged deep inside of her.