Page 69 of Grim

I nodded, my arms covering my chest. “Is this why we are together? Because I prayed to her?”

“Do humans pray to the moon normally?”

I shook my head. “No, I just ran out of people to pray to.”

“Gods,” he breathed. “It surely can’t be that simple.”

“What? What can’t be that simple?”

“For a human to pray to the goddess. For happiness, for love, to find someone to take care of them.”

“Did you not pray to the goddess for the same thing?” I tilted my head in question. He pursed his lips, shaking his head.

“We’ve all given up. You aren’t supposed to be here. We aren’t given second chances. If your mate rejects you and finds another to complete the bond with, you’re shit out of luck. So, the whole club has rejected her, sees her as a dead.”

“Maybe your club members need to pray to her again. Because I don’t think humans are going to pray to the moon and ask for what they want because a lot of the time they don’t know what they need.”

Grim slammed his lips into me. His mouth was needy, hungry, as he slinked his tongue into my mouth. His hand gripped the back of my hair, pulling it tightly. The sharp pain in my head along with his naked body pressed up against me made my pussy roar to life, dripping for him to take me.

One hand cupped my breast, his fingers pinching, pulling. My body shivered in arousal, and my fingers tightened around his biceps.

“There is something very important I should tell you,” he said between kisses.

I hummed in reply, kissing him back just as fiercely.

A fire had ignited between our bodies, and I couldn’t stand another minute of him not touching me. This undying pull between us grew stronger, and the only thing that could sate it was for him to be inside me.

“Ah,” I whimpered as his fingers dug into my ass. His claws lengthened and ripped the towel between us. It echoed into the room, and he pulled my chest into his.

“I am part wolf, Journey. My anatomy is different from a human’s.”

The haze of lust didn’t care if his dick looked blue with black dots all over, I just needed it. I wanted to feel his cock inside me.

But most of all, I wanted to remember this. I wanted to know what it felt like to have his cock inside me and not just feel the aftermath.

“I have a knot,” he panted. His hand reaching around and squeezing my ass. “It’s at the base of my cock. It will expand and lock us in place once I release inside you.”

My body didn’t care. It wanted Grim.

His scent filled the air—the musk of the outdoors, the pine—and the rightness of it all soothed all my fears. Some sweet whisperings entered my ear, telling me it would be alright. That this was the gateway to something more than just Grim and I. It was opening a world for others to follow in our footsteps.

“Will it fit?” I asked breathlessly. He kissed me again, pushing me onto the couch. His hips gyrated against my core, and my pussy fluttered to life.

Wet, I was so wet I could feel it dripping down my legs.

Grim’s nose flared, his eyes turning dark. The wolf behind his eyes stared at me with wanting, with lust and a desire I had never seen.

“You are my mate. It will fit.” His mouth descended, kissing up my neck. My legs wrapped around his still clothed waist, and my whimpers became moans.

Chapter Twenty Four

Grim

Mylipsdidnotwant to leave the sweet taste of her skin, my carnal desires growing by the minute. The bond was pulling us deeper as Journey accepted this, accepted us.

She was taking it so well; it felt like a dream.

Humans and supernatural relationships were forbidden. It had been written in the laws of the Royal Council for thousands of years, yet here we were, our souls primed for bonding.

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