Page 37 of Fenrir

“Grace I… I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Why would you hurt me?”

“I told you I’ve never… and I just don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself. The things you do to me. The way you have me feeling inside. It’s like I want to devour you and make love to you at the same time. You make my beast rage inside me. He wants to touch you. To feel you. To-”

“Why do you call him beast?” she asked.

“Because that’s what he is.”

She touched his cheek. “He’s a part of you. A protective, strong, judicial part of you. And you, Fenrir, are not a beast. Neither is he.”

He opened his mouth to speak but then shut it again and shook his head. “How do you do that?”

“What?”

“Say things I’ve needed someone to tell me my entire life? Things I prayed so long for someone to say to me that I finally gave up hoping for. Things that even I didn’t know I needed to hear.”

She wanted to tell him that it was because she was meant for him. That it was because she was meant to be his. That it was because he was her destiny. Instead, she kissed him soft.

“Because you require the truth of me. So I tell it to you.”

Fenrir licked his lips, and trepidation flashed across his features. “Do you… want to go on a run with me?”

A cold wash of fear traversed Grace’s body. “Right now?” She tried to keep her voice even. “I mean, if that’s what you want, I just… thought we had other things on our minds. Why? Do you want to go on a run?”

Fay’s words floated back to her.“...you aren’t like the rest of us. You are different. You know what I speak of…”

He looked at her strangely and then kissed her forehead. Over her eyelids. Down her nose. Across her chin. And down to her throat. “No. I have no interest in running right now.”

His fingers stroked her again through her leggings, and she grabbed onto his shoulders, allowing the contact and unable to think of anything else.

He nipped and licked her throat.

Grace moaned, and he nipped her harder, his fingers rubbing her through the thin fabric.

She grabbed onto his shoulders harder as her nails and fangs lengthened. “Fen-” She couldn’t get his name out before a shudder gripped her as a building sensation settled in her core.

She let out a mewl as she sucked in short quick breaths.

“Fen, yes. I… can’t…” Her words came out incoherent, and she had no idea what she was saying as she felt his fangs lengthen and scrap the skin below her ear. Simultaneously, he pressed down on her nub, and her world exploded. Her body pulled taut, and her spine snapped backward, arching her chest into his. He pinned her against the door with his hip as his hand and lips worked her body into a fevered pitch.

She cried out, and then his lips were on hers, clamping down on her mouth as a small scream erupted.

Her legs trembled, and she wrapped her arms around his neck tight, hanging on as shockwaves of pleasure ripped through her. As her climax relaxed, so did her body.

But even as the waves of pleasure crested and slowed, the ache in her core began again. It wasn’t enough. She needed him inside her.

“Inside,” she rasped.

His eyes glowed golden in the moonlight.

“Yes,” he replied. “I need to be inside you.”

Grace spun around and whipped the door open. Heat and need tugged them both up the stairs. When they reached the landing, Fenrir spun her around and lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him again.

He backed her into the wall and pinned her there as he nipped down the side of her neck and over her collarbone. Grace raked her hands through his hair as he teased her breasts through her blouse.

“Which room,” he growled.

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