Page 28 of Grim

“Go,” I grunted.

I shut the door hastily to finish my first round of rutting. My cock would be sore and inflamed and there was nothing I could do. Gritting my teeth, fisting myself, another pounding of the door made me yell for them to leave.

“Locke’s on his way, he’s got something to help.” I heard through the door.

It could have been hours that had gone by. My raging dick wasn’t letting up. It was getting worse, and my wolf continued to argue with me to take Journey, to make her ours.

The bathroom door bashed open, revealing a disturbed Locke shoving his hand in his cut to reveal a red bag.

“Rutting root,” he said. He pushed me away from the sink, my cock still hanging free as he poured water over the red substance. It turned to paste as he rubbed it with his palms. He looked to me, to my cock, and back to his hand.

“You gotta stick it on your dick,” he raised a brow. “And I love you like a brother, but I can’t do that shit.”

I growled, rinsing my hand before I wiped away most of the paste from his hand and coated my cock. The blood rushing to my groin ceased, and the burning, the knot, all faded away. My breathing became shallow, my back hitting the wall, while I covered myself with my jeans.

“Thanks,” I said, relieved. “Fuck.”

Chapter Ten

Journey

Myeyetwitched,doingthat annoying dance it did before my body shuts down.

I don’t remember the last time I had been left in a room alone, with no expectations given to me. I usually had a job, something to do—put on some make-up, clean the room, or some other idiotic chore.

I stood in the middle of the room, my body swaying, feeling the itch on my feet. My untreated ADHD didn’t bother me much over the years, but now it had settled inside since I was now idle. I’d never had anything to do. On top of it all, was he coming back? Grim had left without a word, and now I was on my own.

I could leave. I looked longingly at the door. Pick the old, rusty lock, walk down the stairs and into the wide abandoned-looking street. Sure, his friends were out there, but there were other people out there, too. It was late afternoon, if I was lucky, I could get out of this section of town without anyone even paying attention to me if I took the alleyways.

My breath caught, hearing the knock at the door.

Grim wouldn’t knock. He would just come in.

Then who could it possibly be?

My eye twitched again. I sat down on the old wooden chair as the door clicked open and a petite brunette popped her head in the door. Her cheeks were rosy, and her white teeth and pretty smile lit up the room. “Hi, I heard you needed some things, so I thought I would stop by.”

This woman didn’t have the same authority oozing from her as the woman in the meeting hours before. She was much smaller, sweeter, and didn’t look like she would harm a fly.

I thought about the woman who I used to call mother. The same woman that would be so sweet to others but looked at me like I was trash behind closed doors. She sold me to that farmer. That old coot would then in turn sell me again for a higher price. But while I was there, he saw that he needed extra help.

“It’s okay.” The woman padded into the room, setting bags of groceries by the door.

She spoke to me like I was a frightened animal, her hands laying close to the side of her body. “I’m just here to help. Hawke said you needed some clothes, and the girls back at the apartment all pitched in to give you some until Grim gets you settled.” She smiled. “It’s kind of weird he didn’t put you with us, but I can see how you are shaking. You don’t take kindly to new people.”

New people? Don’t take kindly to much of anyone.

“T-thank y-ou.” I fiddled with my fingers. “I’m just not used to trusting people,” I whispered. “Usually, people want something.”

The woman frowned, stepping through the door and shutting it. The gentle push along with the draft resulted in a slammed door, and my body jumped from my seat in surprise.

She winced.

“Sorry, these old buildings do that. Do you mind if I sit?” The couch was the only thing between us, but she posed no threat, at least that I saw. The piles of bags of food and clothes sat there in the corner, but I was too worried someone else would come through the door.

“Hawke will come in and take care of the food and clothes. He’s talking to Grim.” The woman had read my mind. “Hey, I’m Delilah.” She waved shyly. “I heard your name is Journey, is that right?”

I nodded in reply, gulping while I fidgeted with my fingers. My leg bounced, part of my nervousness and part of my need to move.

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