Taking my weight, he lifts me, and my chest constricts from the tight embrace, making it a little harder to draw a breath, but who cares about breathing when I can feel the head of his dick slipping between my legs? Without having a free hand, it takes Grim a second to get our bodies lined up, but when he does, he lets me down just enough so that his cock is seated deep inside me. In this position I have no control, and all I can do is curl my knees up a little against his body.
As he takes a step forward, he goes a little deeper. My inner muscles clench, already anticipating an orgasm. When we reach the bed, he leans over until I’m kneeling on the mattress and he’s standing behind me. My body goes slack as he starts to actually move, thrusting in and out at a slow pace designed to make me crazy with need. Stars, this man fucks like he has something to prove each and every time. Good thing I’m the only one that will ever be the recipient.
“Three, Omnia.” I know what the words mean. He’s going to make me come three times before he’s finished. It’s a blessing and a curse, one I will bear any time he wants it.
His hand splays over my back, caressing my skin. His reverent touch makes me feel worshipped in a way that I can’t quite articulate. He just makes me feel everything.
I grind back and lift my belly off the sheet to slide my hand between my legs. Using my middle finger, I circle my swollen clit. Combined with his thickness inside me, it’s enough to send me over the edge for the first time.
Grim grabs my long hair in his fist and growls, “One,” in my ear while my body is still trembling. Pushing me down sideways, he climbs on the bed and rolls over onto his back, his hands are already on my hips, dragging me over until I’m above him. Even in this position, Grim doesn’t relinquish his power.
He controls how deep he goes and sets the pace with his fingers digging into my hips. I’ll have bruises later, ones he will kiss with his angel lips before whispering nonsensical words across my skin, making me remember just how they got there.
His eyes are on mine, heavy-lidded and bright with flames that could consume the world, but he looks upon me as if I am his world. I throw my head back and pant out a breath. I can feel the sweat dotting my skin, and when he lifts me again, his hand slips and he growls when I drop to his hilt.
“Stars,” he curses, and goes completely still. I milk him with my inner muscles, but he doesn’t break. The seam of his lips is tight, as is the side of his jaw. I know he’s clenching his teeth. I lean forward to kiss him, but my belly gets in the way and I end up grunting instead. Not the sexy kind either.
The corner of Grim’s lips slip up just a millimeter when he realizes my plight. He rolls us over so I’m on my side and turns his body until we’re forming an X. Reaching for my ankle, he lifts my leg high in the air, and it allows him to go so much deeper. I think my eyes roll back in my head for a second. “Here comes the second,” he boasts, and his grip tightens. Sure as the sun rises, the heavy feeling low in my stomach intensifies, and my body coils tight until one deep stroke at just the right moment sends me over the edge. I moan out his name along with a few soft praises.
He rides me through the orgasm, caressing every inch of my body. My nipples and clit are so sensitive, I almost push his hand away when he touches them, but I love the way he groans when my muscles squeeze around his cock, and I know that when I come again, he will be coming with me.
The bedroom door opens, drawing my attention. With heavy-lidded eyes, I see Calix in the doorway. It’s not the first time he’s joined us. After the night at the club, we’ve had our fair share of threesomes. The best cure for a down day is to let two men, who are hotter than sin, show you just how much you mean to them, and suddenly swollen ankles and bigger hips no longer seem like a big deal.
“Are you just going to watch?” I run my hands over Grim’s chest. That’s all the invitation Calix needs to strip off his shirt and hop out of his jeans.
Grim and Calix manage to find a way to ignore each other’s presence and work together at the same time. It’s quite miraculous, and it’s always been this way between them. Without speaking, Calix kneels on the bed while Grim moves me around until I’m on all fours between them. Calix’s dick is already hard when he takes it in his hand and gives himself a few strokes. I look up at him from under my lashes and moan the moment he slides his cock into my waiting mouth.
Grim gives me one hard thrust, shoving me forward a little, and I gag on Calix’s dick. Grim chuckles, but it’s a dark sound, while Calix lets out a moan as my throat constricts around the head of his dick.
I try to look over my shoulder to give Grim a nasty glare, but Calix palms my jaw, tracing my cheek lovingly with his fingers, and I forget why I was mad. We quickly find a rhythm, as if we were always meant to do this, and it’s not long before I get that weighty feeling again, the one that tells me I’ll be coming soon. My hips start to swivel more, and my sucking grows almost feverish as I chase the euphoria I know is coming.
Calix tosses his head back and tightens his fist in my hair. He can read my body just as well as I can read his. He’s close, too.
Grim cracks his palm against my ass again, and I jump. His fingers are dangerously close to my ass as he spreads my cheeks, going as deep as he can. I whimper when his thumb rims my opening before sinking in. A guttural moan hums past my lips, and Calix starts coming down the back of my throat. I swallow just as I start coming for the third time.
Grim’s not far behind. He groans and locks his hips against my ass, pumping into me without moving. I slide Calix from my lips, his dick is still semi-hard and glistening from my mouth, and then I fall onto the bed on my side. My entire body feels used in the best possible way, but I need a fucking nap after that.
“Go to sleep. We’ll be here when you wake up.” Grim strokes my hair away from my face. I didn’t even realize I said that out loud.
Chapter 22
Gunnar eyes the big bowl of frosted shredded wheat I’m eating and gives me a dubious look. “What? I’m hungry.”
“Why don’t you try some real food then?”
“Because this tastes better.” I half pout, half snarl, and Gunnar raises his hands in surrender. “Did Grim leave again? And where’s Calix?” I woke up alone after my nap—well, I guess it wasn’t a nap, considering I slept from three a.m. to six p.m., but whatever.
“Not that I know of. He was around a little bit ago.”
“I’m here,” Grim says, entering the room and stepping over to give the top of my head a kiss. I crane my neck to look up at him.
“You haven’t left in a hurry like that in a while. Anything I should know about?”
“I’ve spoken to any and every person I thought might assist us in finding the witch, but it’s as if he’s disappeared,” Grim informs me.
I push my bowl away, then glance around the table. “You guys have still been looking for him?”
“Just keeping our ears and eyes open,” Gunnar tells me.
