Page 47 of Grim

She said it like it was the simplest thing. That there was no question who she wanted to give her first kiss to. I touched my lips, still feeling the warmth.

“To me?” I asked in shock.

“You act like it’s so strange.” She tickled my lips with her finger.

They were soft, not calloused like my own, and I relished in the soft touches she gave me. Like she, of all people, could hurt me. “I feel safe with you, Grim. I don’t know why, but I do. I should run away from here, feel trapped and afraid.” She licked her lips. “But I don’t. Not when you are here.”

I let out a breath, my head dipping lower until I kissed her again, unable to keep my body away from her any longer. The herbs I’d taken, the rutting root, would only last so long. My rut would come back twice as hard, and I couldn’t scare her then. Before I could do much more, she had to know me. Soon, she would know I was different, that my anatomy wasn’t the same as a human male.

I moaned into her lips, her fingers running through my hair again. I growled, pushing my cock into her core.

“Mmm,” she hummed. My wolf prodded me again, his desires seeping into my hand, trailing beneath her nightgown.

I cupped her hip with my large hands, my cock pushing into her core again with gentle movements, feeling her clit against my shaft.

“That feels—” Her lips left mine for a fraction of a moment. “Good,” she breathed.

“It’s supposed to feel good,” I said into her mouth. “I want to please you. I want to make you feel things you haven’t before.”

Because I damned well knew that no one took the time to worry and care about her. They took things. They worked on their own desires. This woman, my mate, would never deal with that treatment again.

“You’ve already accomplished that.” Tears sprung into her eyes. “I feel safe.”

Shaking my head, I removed my sweatpants. She stiffened, but I hushed her with a kiss on her neck. She leaned over nuzzling into my beard. “I will not take you. I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

She swallowed, trusting me.

Fuck, she trusted me. Journey’s underwear was wet from her arousal. My nose flared, taking in the sweet musk of her body. I pushed my cock against her core, feeling the heat and dampness between her legs. She whimpered, feeling my shaft rub against her clit as my erection grew impossibly harder.

Moaning, she gripped my shoulders. I gently thrust my hips against her clit, rubbing it in tender circles until she panted. Her thighs wrapped around me, my head dipping into the crook of her neck, gently sucking at her skin.

“Oh, this feels–” she trailed off, meeting my light thrusts with her hips against mine.

Don’t fuck up.

I cupped her breast. They were not overly large, the right size for my hand while I pinched her nipple.

“Oh!” her arms pulled me closer into her neck, my teeth now grazing the skin and licking her future marking spot. My face was engulfed in her scent, my wolf nuzzling against it.

Her body shuddered, her back arching, letting me have the perfect view of her chest.

“Pull up your gown,” I panted, still rotating my cock around her clit. Journey quickly obeyed, pulling it close to her neck. I was disappointed her neck was now covered, but now I got to behold something new—the perfect view of her breasts.

Dusty pink nipples greeted me, and my mouth salivated, watching her breasts rise and fall. I groaned watching her nipples harden under my gaze. “You are fucking beautiful, Journey.”

Her nipples hardened more, and my mouth descended on the nub. Her back arched, and I pushed both of her arms above her head. I wanted full access, nothing holding me down, but my eyes darted to her face to check for distress.

There was none.

Her eyes trained on me, watching me as I slipped my tongue around her nipple and sucked roughly. I pulled it with my lips. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. My cock throbbed with desire as it pulsed on her clit.

Precum already leaked through the front of my boxers. I grunted in satisfaction at her wetness surrounding my shaft and the sweet aroma.

“Yes, oh!” Her body shuddered. “I, what?” Her words garbled together, her eyes widening and softening as I now concentrated on rubbing her clit.

“Do you want this?” My face hovered over hers. “Do you want me to make you feel good?”

She whimpered, her body reacting in every way I wanted. A light sheen of sweat swept across her forehead, and her heels continued to push into my back.

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