Page 94 of Grim

“Don’t look at me like that. I’ll have to take you again,” Grim panted. “Did I hurt you?”

Did he hurt me?

It hurt that he stopped. I wanted more.

I rolled over, my body displayed like a perfect meal. Grim’s heated gaze took in my body. Claw marks riddled my hips, my shoulder, and the warm come still dripping on my back didn’t feel disgusting in the slightest. His smell was on me.

I felt like I was an animal. I felt feral, like he was just moments before.

“You didn’t come inside me,” I whined playfully.

Grim let out a laugh that could be mistaken for relief.

“Is that what you want? My come dripping from your cunt?”

Grim had been shy before, but his wolf was showing himself now. He could talk dirty when he wanted to, and I liked it.

“Why, would it make you happy if you bred me?” I teased.

I tugged on my bottom lip with my teeth, and Grim became hard again in an instant.

He pulled off the pants that were stuck around his ankles. His growl grew louder, and he pulled my arm to sit me up.

“You bring desires out in me I never knew I had.” He made me straddle his waist and led me to the couch. His cock bounced against my ass, and I giggled, holding onto him until he sat down with me in his lap.

“You mean you never thought about us having babies?” I asked.

He hummed, his hand massaging the marks on my hips. The pain had already faded, the pleasurable stings gone. His eyes narrowed, staring at my hips, and he brushed the marks away.

Along with his teeth, he must have a healing ability in his claws. That was the only explanation I could find as to why they were healing so fast. Or possibly the bond had something to do with it.

“Someday, maybe. When I know my family will be safe.”

He didn’t comment on my healing wounds. Instead, we talked about the first thing that popped up. His cock rubbed against my belly. The shiny barbells tickled my stomach, and my hand went to grip his length.

I sighed, happily.

“I’ve never thought of having pups, because I never thought it was possible. Only a bonded pair can give pups.”

His hands cupped my breasts, then his teeth nipped at my nipple. We continued to explore each other, not caring that our arousal was slowly killing us.

We took our time, more so than we had when he had his rut. We explored every scar, kissing, kneading, loving every part of each other.

“Grim?” I kissed his ear.

“Yes, my pretty little mate.” I felt his face widen into a smile on my shoulder.

I didn’t think I’ll ever get over the feeling of butterflies soaring inside me when he did that. The Grim Reaper of the club was smiling, and it was directed toward me.

I grinned into his neck, rubbing my nose into the most potent smell of him I could find. The thick, lush forest pine and the wet soil and musk had my eyes rolling. My teeth nipped him, and he rolled his head back with a pleasurable groan.

“Grim wasn’t always your name, was it?”

He sighed, rubbing his hands up my back.

“It wasn’t. I was called something else before I left. No one has called me by my birth name since…I left my pack.”

“Is it okay if I know? I won’t ever call you it if you don’t like it. I was just curious.”

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