But that wasn’t fucking today.
Until now I hadn’t gave much thought about the years beyond. Now, I had someone to offer the world to.
She was willing to reign over the dead right beside me. By time we sank into the ground, they’d whisper fables about us.
Having what I needed from Tucker, I headed for the stairs, telling Cobra we were leaving as soon as the acolytes arrived and to meet me upstairs in ten minutes.
I didn’t want Brat in this fucking place, but it made the most sense for a rendezvous point. This was our town, specifically for me.
Cobra had one a few miles east. Romero had done it so we always had places to regroup if need be. Usually, it was the three of us. Shit had certainly changed.
Using my key, I unlocked the room door and stepped inside.
She was lying on the bed wrapped in a towel. Her hair was fanned out around her head, long lashes closed over her eyes.
How the fuck could anyone want to change her? How could I ever doubt what she’d become? Any version of her was beautiful. She was a goddess, a masterpiece. Fuck anyone who’d never seen it.
I walked to the bed, reached down, and ran my finger over the line on her neck. Her eyes flew open, and the second she saw me, she smiled, showing a mouthful of pearls.
“When do we leave?” she asked, bouncing up like a cork screw.
“Calm down, killer.” I chuckled at her enthusiasm.
She launched herself at me, unashamedly letting her towel fall away as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Brat, I was gone less than an hour.”
“Shut up and let me cling.”
I kissed the side of her face and she leaned into it like she always did, starving for affection. As her man, it was my job to make her never want for a damn thing––starting with that, which reminded me of something I shouldn’t have said.
“Why fairies?” I asked her, tracing the one on her arm.
“I like the idea of things that have the freedom to fly away.”
“Because you couldn’t.”
She nodded, touching the one a little lower. “This is my winged succubus; I only got it because she looked badass.”
She lifted her shoulder where a dragon was wrapped around the symmetrical black and white circle that represented yin and yang.
“Guessin you know all about this one.”
Then, she held up her wrist. “My henna owl, cause she’s majestic, wise, and rare.”
“Like you,” I said, leaning in and trailing kisses down her neck. She smelled like fucking peaches.
“I’m not fuckin wise, Grimm,” she laughed.
“But you’re majestic and rare?” I moved to her chest.
“Well, kinda.” She shrugged. “Now tell me somethin about you. And make it good.” I heard the slight change in her breath, felt her pulse jump. Her hands settled on my shoulders as I moved lower, kissing and suckling on her golden skin.
“I belong to you.”
“I already knew that.”
“Did you know I belonged to you from the very beginning, before I even knew I did?”
“Aw, Grimm.”
“And this.” I sat her on the edge of the bed, lifting her soft thighs over my shoulders, before placing a hand on her navel to make sure she couldn’t go anywhere.
Right over the largest fucking fairy tat she had. “This is my favorite tattoo, because the wings lead straight to your pussy.”
I had my mouth on her clit and my tongue working up and down her slit before she could reply.
It didn’t take her long to thread her dainty fingers through my hair. I looked up, eyes traveling over the sinewy curves of her tiny body, and grinned. “Roll your hips, fuck my tongue, and don’t stop until you’re coming in my mouth.”
That was all the directive she needed. She pulled herself closer, using my hair as leverage, and shoved me nose deep inside her.
I happily, greedily sucked and ate her like I was at my last meal, and she was the entrée.
Her pussy tasted like pomegranates, and her melodic moans were the key to Pandora ’s Box. Fuck, this girl was all my favorite sins in one imperfect vessel.
When the door clicked shut, I knew she heard it, but she didn’t stop me, In fact, she pulled me even deeper.
I was acutely aware of Cobra’s presence, never pausing in my ministrations. I heard him take a seat in the old wooden table chair after he dragged it a little closer.
I’d seen the way he watched her the night before. I remembered the flair of excitement in her eyes in the parking deck at the thought of an audience.
This was a onetime thing.
I’d usually pass who I was with right over to him if we weren’t smashing her between us.
But he couldn’t touch her; I’d take his hand off before that happened, and I knew she wouldn’t let him.
When I heard him undoing his pants, I knew it was good enough, regardless.
Brat’s legs began to tighten around my head, her movements not as sporadic.
She moaned my name and I almost came my damn self. I could hear Cobra roughly fisting his dick where he sat, knew he was hard from the full visual in front of him.
I nipped at her clit, digging my fingers into her thighs where I knew she was the sorest.
I growled when she roughly tugged on my strands in response. Her arousal was dripping down onto my beard. I was swimming between her thighs.
My hair felt like it was about to detach right with my scalp, Brat didn’t give a fuck. She only cared about coming all over my taste buds.
I bit down on her swollen nub and made it happen. Her hips would have lifted clean off the bed if I wasn’t holding her down.
I undid my pants, flicking her clit back and forth with the tip of my tongue, triggering another spasm from her body. I had her pinned by the throat, legs still over my shoulders, dick hard and pushing inside her with no warning.
As soon as she was lucid enough, she grabbed for me, urging me to tear her ass up like she knew I would. I fucked her like a whore every single time. She loved this shit as much as I did. Fucking each other up in bed had become our thing.
I looked at her pussy and swore I saw my reflection staring back at me. She was so wet I felt like I needed to dick her down a little harder to ensure she felt every inch of me branding inside her. Her face contorted, frozen in an overwhelming state of pleasure.
“Damn, this is intense,” I heard Cobra groan, Brat’s pussy clenched in response. I’d almost forgotten he was even in the room.
I switched positions, spreading Brat as wide as I could, sitting back on my hunches so Cobra had a better visual of my dick moving in and out of her tight, saturated pussy.
“Make her scream,” he soughed, cupping his balls in one hand and stroking himself with the other.
Brat angled her hips, allowing me to bottom out. She shut her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip trying to muffle her moans.
“Open your eyes, Brat, don’t fight it. Let me hear how good my dick feels.” I grabbed her tits, firmly, and squeezed, kneading the shit out of them.
Hey eyes flew open same time as her mouth, giving me and Cobra what we both wanted.
He groaned again, the sound had my own balls lifting and brat digging her nails into my wrists, pleading with her sexy ass eyes she wanted to come. I pulled one hand away and slapped her clit, rubbing the sting away with my fingers.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned, locking her legs behind my ass.
I slapped her clit again, forcefully powering pounding into her as her pussy locked down like a vice, come covering my length.
“Goddamn,” I heard Cobra huff as he busted his nut, barely audible beneath Brat’s screams of pleasure.
It wasn’t until I was on my back, so sweaty I was sticking to the sheets, savoring the taste of Brat’s pussy that I realized he was gone.
She lay on top of me, her trembling frame fitting perfectly with mine.
“My real name is Gerald
,” I randomly told her, my voice a little gravellier than usual.
“Gerald is a stupid fuckin name,” she laughed, still out of breath.
I lightly slapped her ass and smirked. It was a stupid fucking name.
Chapter Twenty
Cobra came bargin into the room just as I finished scrambling to button my shorts.
I could smell the smoke outside the windows from the fires being started around the town. The call of carrion birds and people shoutin is what had awakened me, though.
“How the hell did they find us again?” I asked, hearin another scream from down below.
“Well, Dreads, is missing, so I think that’s our answer.
“Where the fuck’s Grimm?” I finished lacing my boot, tossed my hair up in a ponytail, and followed Cobra out into the hall.
He’d been snuggled up right behind me, freshly showered when I dozed again.
I had lots of questions about, Parker, who’d suddenly been demoted to, ‘Dreads,’ but I figured getting out of the building was a better option to start with.
Katya and Blue were at the top of the stairs. Kat looked ready to kick ass, whereas Blue looked like she was about to have a full blown heart attack.
I made sure she stayed behind us as we descended. The first thing I saw was an acolyte shoving a damn sword through the lower groin of a Venom fucker.
“They arrived right before the last group did,” Cobra explained, helpin me off the last stair. I smiled when his silver eyes searched my face, assuring him all was peachy between us after the earlier event.
I liked having another man watch Grimm have his way with me, I didn’t know the logistics, but it made me feel good.
The redhead who had greeted us was cowering behind the bar, the bartender lying dead beside her, his throat making a perfect, gaping O.
Another one of the girl’s was flat on her back beside the card table, the whole back portion of her head missing. The exposed brain matter looked like raw hamburger meat.
Aside from those minor casualties, the other three bodies belonged to men with the V tattoo. Six acolytes stood around the room like lethal sentries, all in their signature long black robes and white masks with the inverted cross. These satanic fuckers were really startin to grow on me.
“Let’s go. They got him at the church.” Grimm’s voice boomed as he came in the front door.
“I’m driving,” he directed at Cobra, coming to grab my hand.
I obediently followed him outside. The smoke smell was ten times worse and the fluttering of wings was hidden behind dark clouds.
There was lots of shoutin and the devil’s church lit up like a beacon in the distance.
“Why aren’t we goin on the bike?” I asked Grimm, climbin into passenger seat of Cobra’s Charger after he pulled the door open for me.
I slid all the way over so Cobra could get in beside me, takin position in the middle. Blue and Katya got in back.
“The only thing they could do that wouldn’t attract too much attention–– mutilated my tires,” he responded as soon as he was in the driver’s seat.
“We didn’t know,” Kat said.
“No shit, you were just the dumbasses he used as a cover,” Grimm replied, flying down the road.
I nudged him with a scowl. It wasn’t her fault Parker was a shit person.
“If I find out you were trying to take my girl away, I’ll find everyone you love and slaughter them right in front of you.”
He braced a forearm across my chest, and hit the brakes.
If it wasn’t for that and Cobra grippin my shoulder I would have flown through the windshield.
“Grimm—.”
“And what’s happening to them will be child’s play compared to what I’ll do to you.” He cut me off and pointed at the church, indicating the cause of the smoke.
The iron Leviathan cross was glowing a bold orange. Tied to the front of it was Parker, the back held a man who was already too melted to be identifiable. Embers carried pieces of them on the air.
Parker’s flesh was already splittin open, and somethin that looked like chunky blocks of thick cheddar was leaking out of him.
That was more disturbin and vile to me than him not being dead and the townies cheering the fire on. His voice was vastly fadin but his screams were audible nonetheless.
The substance leaked onto his clothes, and like a wick, his shirt fed the clumps to the hungry flames, fueling the fire.
It had just begun to consume him entirely as Grimm gunned the engine. I don’t think any of us really had anything to say at the moment.
The acolytes followed us in a large SUV.
“We go through the valley and wrap around, surprise em from the back.”
“That’s smart,” Cobra replied.
I looked from side to side, waitin on an explanation. “Are you gonna tell me where we’re goin?”
“To cut the head off the snake.”
We hit the Valley one bathroom break later, just as the sun came back again.
Grimm pulled the Charger to the side and cut the engine. Once he was out, he held out his hand and slid me towards him.
“It’s best to travel light. The sun can be more of a pain in the ass than you are once we go in.” He gestured to the tall rocks making up the walls.
“What sun? There’s barely anything but darkness in there,” Katya said, coming to stand beside me. She’d changed into an outfit much like mine, shorts and a tank top, but still had a large glitter bow attached to her ponytail.
She was right. It looked like the valley of death, irony at its finest.
“You want to go through there? It’s the valley of shadows.”
“There’s not shit to be afraid of. The valley is mine, and the shadows are my bitches.”
I closed my eyes, shakin my head as Cobra laughed and held out his hand for a fist bump.
“I bet that made ya feel real badass, didn’t it?” I asked.
“Brat, we both already know I’m badass.” He took my hand and began leading me forward.
Three acolytes from Lucy’s followed closely behind us. The other three were circling around in their SUV.
Cobra fell into conversation with Kat and Blue. By their responses and lack of remorse over Parker, I knew Grimm’s first assumption was correct, he’d been using them.
I truly hoped the two of them made it all the way through this.
They were outcasts—just like I was not that long ago. We were all lookin for somewhere we belonged.
This hell was easier to survive with family who willingly went through the worst of days right along with you.
Or in my case, you had a man by your side who opened your eyes a bit to how beautiful it could be. Even the valley with its dark shadows, pinkish walls of rock, and odd lil critters occasionally peeking out at us held a quality of natural beauty.
I glanced over at Grimm and saw he had what looked like a smirk on his face.
“Why are you in such a good mood?” I asked. I couldn’t help but smile at em. He was so damn gorgeous.
“Why wouldn’t I be? I’m going to do what I do best, and after that’s done, I get to take you home.”
“Yeah, about that next generation thing…were you talkin about kids?”
He was quiet so long, I began wondering if I’d shoved him back in his bubble.
“I know you’re only nineteen, but I’m damn near thirty-years old, Brat. If not now, when?”
“I don’t care about your age, Grimm.”
“I wouldn’t give a shit if you did.”
“I love it when you get possessive,” I smirked. “Is this coming from you getting to play daddy in the woods the other day?”
“No, but I look forward to daddying the fuck out of you whenever you get out of line.”
For real? He was going to owe me a wet floor sign he kept this up.
The thought of havin my reaper’s babies one day was enough to make my ovaries implode. Hell, any woman would sign up for
that job just to experience the epic ride his cock was. And his wicked tongue.
Still, this was pretty damn huge.
“Shouldn’t we figure out our future first?”
“Already know what I’ll be doing six years from today, and so do you, because your ass will be right beside me with a big stone on your finger.”
“I…will? You believe in?” I asked with a quirked brow.
“Our vows will be made before our friends, the forces of darkness, and all the gods of the pit, at the church of Satan.”
Ooookay.I waited for a punch line. I should have known that as Grimm had told a joke a total of maybe five times, that was the truth drenched in dark humor.
I almost tripped over my own two feet when I realized he was as serious as he could be. Holy hell, I could see the virginal sacrifices now. He took his Satanism way too seriously for me to say that joke aloud.
As if he’d heard it. Cobra laughed under his breath. “You’ll see it all go down when Cali marries Rome.” He nudged me with a canteen of water, and I gladly accepted.
I wondered how much longer we’d be walkin.
“Do you need me to say those three little words, Brat?”
“Nope,” I answered honestly. At least, not right then I didn’t. I would be patient, but I would want them eventually.
“You’d really marry me?” I asked.
He shrugged like that was an answer.
“You’ll be mercy. I’ll be death.”
“You be my Jack, and I’ll be your Sally,” I quipped in response.
I wasn’t sure if he knew what I was referring to but his soft laughter told me he did.
Our conversation ended as he pointed to an opening in the Valley wall a few feet ahead of us.
Apparently, we’d reached our destination.
Chapter Twenty-one
It looked like a haunted fortress of crumbling cellblocks and empty guard-towers.
“Well, you definitely picked the right time of day,” I mused.
Grass nearly as tall as me surrounded the decaying brick building. The acolytes fanned out so fast I couldn’t even see them anymore. They were like mice: mute, sneaky, and fast.
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