Page 15 of Rescued By the Great Grim

I smiled. “I told you. My rules.”

“Your rules,” he repeats with a growl, his back arching as I lower myself onto his shaft an inch.

He’s thick, and my breath catches as I wait to adjust to his girth. Delicious friction between his shaft and my walls adds to the pleasure. A guttural moan escapes my throat.

Never in my life have I made a sound like it before.

Nick struggles against my grip on his wrists, but I pull energy from the nearby lakes and hold on tight.

He opens his eyes. “I don’t like your rules anymore.”

“Too bad.” I flex my muscles around his dick inside me.

His eyes glimmer mischievously. Briefly, his body relaxes, and then he twists his hips, trying to flip me over.

I pull some more energy from the waters nearby and magically enhance my strength. Still keeping my hips aloft, I lean forward and press down on his chest with my torso.

“You’ve been holding out on me,” Nick growls. “Here I was, thinking you were a defenseless woman in need of my help…and my body.”

“I might not need those things, but I want them both.” I flick my tongue against his nipple.

At his sharp intake of breath, I do it again and am rewarded with another growl.

I love that I can make this giant growl. “Now, where were we?” I grin.

He smiles back, but his voice is gravelly. “Your rules.”

“My rules,” I whisper, my voice now hoarse as well. I sit down, taking all of his dick inside me. A loud moan escapes my lips when I fully sheath him.

Nick bucks his hips, forcing me to take him deeper.

Letting go of his wrists, I sit up straighter and ride him, setting a fast pace.

He grips my hips harder, slowing me down. One hand slides forward, his fingers tangling in my wet curls. Placing his thumb on my clit, he presses down hard.

Ripples of pleasure radiate through my body.

Tilting my head down, I watch as his hand works me. It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen, and the pressure builds inside me until I pant with the need for release.

White light explodes on the inside of my eyelids as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. From somewhere far away, I hear Nick shouting my name and feel his release pulsing inside me.

I collapse against his chest, and an aftershock claims me, making me moan his name.

He chuckles, stroking my back in lazy circles.

“Shit, I must be heavy,” I mumble against his neck and roll off him.

“You’re perfect,” he says as he turns on his side and pulls my backside against him, spooning me.

His hot breath tickles my neck, and cocooned in the warmth of his body, I drift off to sleep, vaguely aware of Nick pulling the covers on top of both of us.

CHAPTER 11 (NICKUR)

It’s fully dark when something wakes me and I strain my hearing to figure out what sound disrupted my sleep. Hailey sleeps beside me and although I see her chest rising and lowering with each breath, I hear nothing but an oppressive silence that makes the hairs on my neck stand up. Something is very wrong.

I get up, pull on my jeans, and walk to the front of the cabin. The silence presses against my skin as I retrieve my socks from inside my hiking boots and don both them and the shoes. I open the door and low chanting reaches my ears. Someone is casting a spell around the cabin.

A hand on my back makes me jump. I turn around to find Hailey. “What is that?” she whispers.

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