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Shoving my trousers and boxer briefs down my hips in one rough move, I set my sights on a new task. I wouldn’t only use her scarf to find release for myself; I’d leave my pheromones all over her bed. The succubus in her wouldn’t be able to resist such a strong echo of sexual energy. She’d have to give in and feed.
If she insisted on running from us, fine. I’d chase her. There was no escaping from Death. Not once he set you in his sights.
Tossing the scarf on the bed, I crawled across the duvet, taking extra time to rub my face along the blanket as I made my way up to the pillows. Her pillows. Fuck, this whole bed smelled like her.
I rolled my pelvis into the fabric, the image of Merri spreading her sweet thighs for me filling my mind. The subtle friction had me biting back a groan, my hand grabbing for one of her pillows as I did it again. God, this was as much for me as it was her. It had been too long since I’d found my pleasure because I’d been waiting, saving it, for her.
“Oh fuck.”
The thought of Merri coming back to her room, of finding the present I was leaving her, spurred me on.
“What are you going to do when you smell me all over your sheets, wildflower? Will you touch yourself and think of me?”
My words were just a harsh whisper as I rolled on my back and brought the pillow to my mouth. Reaching down, I stroked my cock, precum spreading over the head and down the shaft as my arousal grew to near-painful heights.
I thrust into my hand, pretending it was her tight cunt as my climax loomed ever closer. This wasn’t going to last muchlonger, but it didn’t need to. In fact, it would probably be for the best if I was able to flee the scene of the crime as soon as possible.
“God, Merri. Do you taste as good as you smell? I need to fucking know.”
With another tortured groan, I rolled back onto my hands and knees, bracing myself just above her duvet. The scarf was close enough to my face that it was catching the soft pants of my breath. I bit down, taking it into my mouth and nearly suffocating myself in her scent, pretending that it was her I was drinking in.
Once again the hit of her scent had me near feral. I continued to roll my hips into the pillow that was now lodged firmly beneath me.
I could hear her moans and whimpers as though they were real. The sound of my Merri making herself feel good was something I could never forget and something I’d always be able to conjure at will.
“Fuck, you’re such a bad girl, teasing me by flirting with that other man.” I thrust hard, balls tightening at the thought of spanking her into submission. “You’ll take your punishment, wildflower. You’ll take every fucking thing I have to give.”
Her voice from my dream flashed into my mind, the words sending me over the edge.“Am I forgiven, Daddy?”
I came with a ragged groan, hips pistoning into her bedding as jets of cum shot across the fabric, rubbing into my skin and soaking the pillowcase. She would know I’d been here. There was no way to hide it. But I didn’t fucking want to. My girl was hungry, and I’d just rung the dinner bell.
“Come and get it, wildflower.”
Chapter
Thirty-Six
MERRI
Istood in my doorway, my entire body coiled tighter than a spring. One second I’d been intent on taking a shower to remove the sweat and grime from my walk in the labyrinth, the next I’d frozen like a cat who’d just caught sight of its prey. Grim had been in my room. I could fucking smell him even if he hadn’t left clear evidence on my bed.
“What did you do, Daddy?”
Saliva pooled in my mouth as a low throb of arousal pulsed in my belly. I’d been hungry before, starving even, but not like this. The bed called to me like a beacon, beckoning me as though it was the only port in a dangerous storm.
The last three days had been hard. I was no closer to having an answer about what to do with the information Christian had given me, so I’d done the only thing I could. I hid—from all of them. Escape wasn’t an option. Not only did I have nowhere to go, but a starving succubus wouldn’t last long without causing chaos, and the last thing I needed was to basically toss a flare over my location for the ones hunting me.
My bedding was rumpled, the duvet askew and blanket out of place, but the thing I homed in on was my crumpled scarf thatlay next to a pillow I certainly hadn’t put in the middle of the mattress.
I was kneeling on the bed before I even made a conscious thought to do so, my baser urges now firmly in the driver's seat. Fuck, he smelled delicious. I needed more of him. Face pressed to the duvet, I inhaled as I ran my nose over the places he’d been. Lust permeated the fabric, a teasing phantom promise of what he could give me if I would only ask.
A strong pulse of arousal ran through me, making me uncomfortably slick between my legs. Now I was hungry and turned on. I couldn’t think beyond those two pressing needs. Closing my eyes, I imagined what Grim would have to do to make such a mess of my bedding, my hand gliding down my leggings as I did.
The white pillowcase edged in delicate lace with a pretty blue floral print had a suspicious wet spot in the center. He hadn’t. Had he? Reaching out, I ran my fingertips over the damp patch before bringing them to my nose.
Oh, he most certainly had.
I’m sure most women would probably have been horrified by the discovery, but a horny succubus? For me, it was the most delicious gift.
