“I didn’t.” Grim leans in a little closer, and I’m rewarded with the sensation of his warm skin and even hotter breath caressing me. I swallow and let my eyelids flutter closed.
“Didn’t?” I question.
He leans in even closer. “You make me needy all the time.” Grim pushes his body into mine, and the wall at my back keeps me in place as he swivels his hips. I can feel his hard length against my belly. “One thought of your soft skin or the smell of your hair and I ache. Even the blue sky teases me, reminding me of your eyes and how they darken when you look at me, just like a storm on the horizon.”
I reach up, grab the back of Grim’s neck, and tug him down to my mouth for a scorching kiss. When I pull away, I’m breathing hard, and his eyes are alive with flames. “Take your clothes off, Omnia, I want to see every inch of your body before I sink inside you.”
Without hesitation, I reach for the hem of my shirt and tug it over my head, then my pants are gone in the next second, pooled around my feet.
Grim takes a step back and starts his perusal. His heated gaze slowly trails up from my toes, and he licks his bottom lip when he reaches the apex of my thighs, lingering there before his eyes flow further up my body. My chest is still rising and falling quickly as I drag in short pants of air.
Grim crooks his finger, beckoning me closer. Unabashed, I take one step, then another. I’m so close I can feel the heat of his skin teasing mine. While looking down at me, Grim ever so slowly makes a circle around me, examining every exposed inch of my flesh. He trails his fingers over the swell of my hip and palms my ass possessively as he returns to stand before me. I’m about ready to crawl out of my skin from my desire for him to touch more of me. His hand on my ass isn’t nearly enough.
I hook my finger in the waistband of Grim’s pants, running my knuckles along the sensitive skin near his hip. I can feel the dip of the muscle of his Adonis belt near his groin. I’ve run my tongue over that spot many times. Sexy fucker.
“Enough looking.” I entice him by sliding my hand right into his pants and cupping his balls. Grim throws his head back, exposing his neck to me. Taking advantage of the position, I use my other hand to push his pants down his legs and wrap my fingers around his dick the moment he’s free.
Grim is the king of delayed gratification, but right now I need him too badly to let him play with me. Before he can stop me, I drop to my knees and take his tip into my mouth. When I look up, his head and eyes are lowered as he watches me. “Missed you, Loverboy.”
He threads his fingers into my hair, his short nails dragging against my scalp until he takes a firm handful of my long locks. My back arches and my body sings. I’m so hot, the air moving around my body feels cold, especially between my legs.
“Stars, you honor me.” Grim shifts a little and starts rocking his hips forward, pushing deeper into my mouth. I tighten my grip on his balls and work my fist up and down his length while using my tongue on his tip.
After only a few short seconds, Grim pulls back, sliding his cock from my lips, and I gaze up at him, wondering why he stopped.
“I need to touch you,” he growls, answering my unasked question before drawing me up from my kneeling position. As I stand, he slants his mouth over mine, hungry and demanding. My eyes close again as I get lost in the feeling of him as he runs his hands over my sides and back. It’s never enough, not with any of them. If I could crawl inside him, I would. I just have to settle for him sliding inside me instead.
The air around me stirs, the only sound our combined breathing, but I know we’re no longer in the parlor. I open my eyes, and confusion about my unfamiliar surroundings tugs at me, but not enough to distract me from what’s important. I’m with Grim, that’s all I need to know.
Grim ghosts his fingertips down my arms and laces our fingers together, raising them above our heads. My breasts push against his chest as he gathers both of my wrists in one hand and glides the other down my body without breaking the kiss. I push up on my toes, hoping that wandering hand of his will venture farther down my body and between my legs.
Grim roughly nips at my bottom lip, and I suck in a sharp breath. In the next second, my back hits a soft surface, and Grim’s weight crushes me in the best possible way. His hand is still locked on my wrists, pinning me to the bed.
I open my eyes again and peer at the ceiling above me. “Where are we?” I shift under him, parting my legs. Grim makes a hissing sound when our lower bodies connect.
“The attic. Quit squirming, I want to take my time with you, and you’re making it hard.”
I look around again. “My attic?”
“Our attic.” Grim swivels his hips, and I feel the tip of his cock nudging against me. I curl my knees up higher on his sides, opening myself up to him. He lunges forward and bites the side of my neck, just shy of my shoulder. I go completely still under him. Grim is a biter, and I love it. There’s something inside me that turns completely pliant when he sinks his teeth into my flesh.
He holds me there for a long second before clamping down a tiny bit harder. I let out a small whimper, but it’s not from pain. Somehow, he has a direct line to my clit, and I feel like I’m already walking a razor’s edge, about to come.
Grim releases his bite and immediately starts softly kissing the slight indents his teeth left in my skin. I know it will leave a mark, one that will make me squeeze my thighs together every time I see or touch it.
I feel his thumb make a hard swipe on the inside of my right wrist before he releases one of my hands. “Reach down and guide me inside you, Omnia,” Grim orders, as his free hand palms my breast. I arch into his touch and slide my hand between our bodies, taking his dick in my grasp. As soon as he’s at my opening, he rolls his hips and slams into me, pinning my fingers between our bodies.
I start to pull my hand away, but Grim locks his hips against mine. “I want you to touch yourself while I’m inside you, feel how soft you are. Stars…” He groans, his jaw tight like he’s already struggling. Gods, I love seeing him like this, completely undone and unable to hide how much I’m affecting him.
I arch my neck up and kiss him. His lips part, and he tangles his tongue with mine in a slow dance. Unhurriedly, he pumps into me. Someday, I’m going to beg him to fuck me fast, but every time I think to rush him, he drags his thick cock against my inner walls, and I surrender to his love making.
“I said I’d never go a day without being inside you, yet I did.” Grim shifts from kissing my mouth and huffs into my ear. He stops kneading my breast and skates his fingers over my hip and under my ass, jerking me even closer. He may fuck me long and slow, but the rough way he handles me makes me melt.
I toss my head from left to right, wanting to make him promise not to do it again, but I’m beyond words at this point. I curl my fingers around the hand pinning me to the bed instead, holding him to me the only way I can.
Grim keeps up his punishingly slow rhythm, sliding in and out of me with long strokes while I circle the tip of my finger around my clit. Finally, he releases my wrist and punches his fist into the mattress next to my shoulder. He lifts his torso off mine and grinds his hips harder against me.
The angle change has my toes curling, and I tighten my inner muscles. I’m not going to last. Not when he knows how to touch me to make my body sing. Just when I think I’m about to come, Grim stops moving. I groan and swivel my hips. “Grim.” I try to make it sound like a warning, but it comes out more like a plea.
“Hmm?” he hums. “You need something, Omnia?” His voice is layered.
“I need you to keep moving,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Like this?” The bastard rolls his hips. My mouth falls open with a sigh and I nod eagerly. “You like it, Damiana, when I’m deep inside you? Making you quiver?” I don’t answer, he already knows I like it, he’s such a fucking tease. Grim leans back so he’s kneeling between my parted thighs, slipping from my body.
I sink two fingers into my pussy and use my
thumb to circle my clit, slitting my eyes so I can watch him. Grim drags the side of his hand and wrist over his mouth then licks his top teeth. I pump my fingers a little faster and lift my hips so I can go deeper. It feels good, but not nearly as good as having his possessive eyes on me.
“If you’re not up for the job, can you run down and grab Buzz?” I bite my lip. I’m teasing him, I would never use a vibrator to replace him, not even if Buzz is my favorite.
Grim snarls, his eyes burning bright with embers. With a quickness that surprises me, he shoves my arms away, effectively removing my hand from my pussy, and lifts me up. My heart thuds as a shot of adrenaline hits my system, making me hold my breath. I’m cradled in Grim’s arms, and his embrace is tight. “I’m going to destroy Buzz, just as soon as I get done with you.” Grim brutally nips my chin.
He tosses me to the bed, and I bounce, landing half on my stomach. I can’t hide the small grin that curves my lips. I love working him up. I push my hair out of my face and peer at him over my shoulder. Grim pushes me down against the mattress before I can get a good look at him, and he tugs my hips back so I’m ass up.
He runs his fingers gently over my back then down my ass until he’s cupping my pussy. His caress is at odds with the tight grip he still has on my left hip. “Can that toy make you scream, Omnia? Because I can.”
The air in my lungs flees as my chest hits the soft mattress beneath me. A started yelp comes next. Grim is deep inside me, so fucking deep my muscles spasm from the quick invasion.
His breathing is erratic, but so is mine. Holy hell. A loud groan of submission is next. This is a new position for us. Grim usually demands my entire focus, but now I can close my eyes and feel every inch of him inside me.
I feel his heat as he leans over my back, his mouth going to the shell of my ear. “Now, let me love you.” His voice is deep and sexy as sin, but hard as stone.
“Okay,” I whimper, and Grim restarts his tortuous, slow fucking again, and I love every second of it.
Chapter 3
My hands ache from gripping the sheets by the time I’ve had no less than three orgasms. Grim is curled around my back, petting my side and hip, and occasionally he dips his fingers between my legs and strokes my clit, causing my muscles to quiver again.
“When did you do this?” I look around the room with eyes that are no longer clouded with need.
“A little at a time.”
“How did you even get this up here?” I run my hand over the ebony wood of the bed, admiring the intricate carvings that travel all the way up the posts and onto the canopy.
Grim kisses my shoulder softly, and I wiggle a little to get even closer to him. “I’ve blinked you and the Nemean, and you wonder how I moved a bed?” He blows his heated breath over my skin. I can hear the small smile on his lips.
I push my elbow back at him. “I didn’t know you could carry furniture.”
“It’s just wood and a little metal, much simpler than another being.”
Heavy footfalls on the stairs alert me that someone is coming. If it’s Kitten, there will probably be stomping and a lot of shouting soon. I settle my head against the pillow.
Calix is breathing hard when he enters the doorway, his shoulders slumped forward and a dejected frown on his face. I’d forgotten Grim told him to come find us when he was done with his calls. I look over my shoulder to see Grim’s reaction, but his expression is placid.
Calix bounces his eyes around the room, taking in the mostly empty space. “Of course you would have a creepy bed.” He slides his hands into his pockets, not even acknowledging that we’re in the bed and naked, but his eyes keep darting back to me.
“It’s not creepy,” I retort, defending the beautiful piece of furniture. Calix tilts his chin down and raises an eyebrow. “It’s not!”
“It looks like something you’d find in the dungeon of a convent. So, do we all get our own rooms?” Calix asks too casually.
Here they go, changing shit again. “I guess so, if you want your own room.” I’m scowling, but I really shouldn’t complain. The house is big enough for everyone to have their own space. If they each have their own room, does that mean we would all sleep separately?
Calix takes a few more steps into the attic, his eyes traveling over the wooden ceiling and exposed beams. I’ve only been up here a handful of times, but the space is nice. If I had to pick a room for Grim, this would be the one. It’s somehow airy, even though the windows are tiny, and the ceilings are pitched at sharp angles. There are a few old boxes shoved over in one corner, and a thin coating of dust lingers on most of the surfaces, but it’s still inviting.
Calix gives an indifferent shrug. “Might be nice to have something like this, a place where we could be alone. Not that I mind an audience.” He gives me a lascivious grin. Having a private room for alone time might be nice, I’m sure Kitten would appreciate it.
Grim strokes his finger over my side, drawing Calix’s gaze. “Did you learn anything from your call?” I focus to keep my voice level. I should get a reward for the effort. Grim touching me while Calix watches has my blood pumping again.
“Not really.” Calix’s eyes track the movement of Grim’s hand, and his body goes unnaturally still. The image of him pouncing on us fills my mind. I wonder what Grim would do.
A bellow from downstairs has me blinking rapidly. Gunnar must be looking for us. Calix curses under his breath and pushes his light hair off of his forehead with jerky movements.
“Damiana?” Gunnar shouts again, this time from much closer.
“I’ll be right there,” I answer, sitting up a little reluctantly. I have to admit I’m a little disappointed. Gunnar isn’t exactly a killjoy, but in this situation he’s definitely a cockblocker. Not that I’m convinced anything would have happened between the three of us, but it might have.
“I’ll head down, take your time.” Calix lets his eyes roam over my body again before he turns and heads out of the room. The bed shifts, and I glance over my shoulder to see Grim sitting up and stretching. I take the opportunity to admire the perfection of his body, and I let out a small sigh of appreciation. Grim turns and peers at me from under lazy eyelids. The gray of his irises is pierced with tiny smoldering rivers of fire as he watches my every move.
When our gazes lock, tingles erupt in my stomach. He gives me fucking butterflies. I always thought that was a joke, or an over exaggeration, but now I know the truth. Grim’s eyes lower to my stomach where I hadn’t even realized I placed my hand. “Are you well?” His brow furrows, and he turns to fully face me.
Licking my dry lips, I nod dismissively. It’s hard to admit out loud just how much I like having them all here with me. I still get those moments of insecurity when I think they will just disappear and leave me alone with just my monsters again. “Yeah, fine.” My voice is a little thick, but I stand up and turn away from him, hoping he doesn’t notice. I look around for something to wear, since my clothes are still on the floor downstairs.
I feel Grim’s presence as he approaches from behind. The brush of fabric against my skin reminds me that his room is the last place I might find a spare shirt. His arms wrap around me and settle on the exact spot my hand was just moments ago, telling me he isn’t fooled by my airy answer. His fingers are light, caressing. I turn and look up at him. His eyes have settled to a clear gray, but his brow is slightly furrowed. I palm his cheek, feeling the very light scruff on his jaw tickle the inside of my hand. When his face softens, I give him a small kiss on his chin and ask, “Think you could conjure me up some clothes too?”
Before I can even blink, light silky fabric teases the skin of my shoulders and back. Looking down, I see a robe, much like the one Grim wears, only it has a deep V in the front exposing my décolletage all the way down between my breasts. I shift my leg to find it split up the middle equally as high, with only a scrap of fabric keeping it together at my waist. I trace my hands over the light-as-air material that swishes around me as if it’s f
loating on some unseen breeze.
“No wonder you didn’t wear anything under this.” I marvel at the way it feels against my skin. Grim takes a step back, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. I feel the fabric shift slightly as his stare roams over me, like the material is responding to his gaze.
When the fabric caresses my nipples, I’m convinced I’m not imagining it. My mouth drops open in awe. It feels as if Grim is touching me, even though I know he isn’t.
“How is that possible?” I marvel.
Grim reaches out and pinches the fabric of the oversized sleeve between his fingers, testing it. “It’s part of me.” He gives a slight shrug, dropping his hand back to his side. “From my cloak.” In the next moment, he’s standing before me donned in his own reaper cloak. It ruffles near the bottom on the same unseen breeze. His hood is up, concealing his face, much like the first time he allowed me to see him.
I fist the fabric as it pools over my hand, knowing I don’t want it to disappear the way his does. “This is mine?” I mean for it to come out as a question, but it sounds more like a greedy demand.
“If you’ll have it,” Grim offers in that multilayered voice I’ve only heard from him a few times. He makes a striking picture, even more so when his scythe appears next to him. Tingles explode in my tummy again. As beautiful as Grim is, seeing him like this—the monster so many fear—and knowing he’s all mine sends a shiver of delight through me.
I swallow and nod, incapable of speech, because all I can think is the word ‘mine,’ and I’m not just talking about the robe.
Grim reaches out, the cloak falling away from his hand, and cups my cheek. I turn into his touch. It still surprises me how quickly I grew comfortable with all the casual touches, so much so that I crave them now.
The material around me flutters in a light caress, and I grin. I wonder if I will always be able to feel him, even if he’s not with me.
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