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Her face flashes in my mind’s eye with each beat of my heart.
I have never wanted, no, needed someone as badly as I need her in this moment. I can feel myself slipping into the gremlin again. I text her as best I can with my stupid claws:
NO OOD
And hope she understands. If I tell her to stay away, she’ll be up in two seconds. But maybe I’ll get lucky. Maybe she’ll think I’m just in a foul mood or have an upset stomach.
My hands shake, and the phone falls to the floor. I move to pick it up but find myselfdropping to the floor. Am I dying? Is this it? Is this how it ends? Phil’s face is the last thing that crosses my mind. I hate that she is going to have to remember me like this. I crawl to the closet and drop to my mat, too shaken to shut the door as darkness takes me.
Chapter 14
Phil
Ifeel like I’m on a mission.
It’s a mission to get Grim to have sex with me. A sex mission, if you will, but it’s a mission, nonetheless.
Doux meows in concern as I set up his favorite sitting box, the really expensive bed he ignores, litter box, water bowl, toys, and food bowl in the bathroom. I still firmly believe that Grim won’t hurt anyone, but if my suspicions are correct, Grim and I will be having a lot of sex for the next 24 hours, and we could do without an audience that’s constantly needing a snack. I shut Doux in with some extra dry food and turn back to my bed.
I’ve thought about a dozen different ways to get Grim out of his apartment, but something Kaz said stuck with me the entire walk home. The little lupigs are big on smell, and Grim seems to be, too. Somaybe we skip the conversation altogether, because I know he’ll argue, and go straight to scent to lure him out?
And if it doesn’t work…I try not to think about that possibility.
It WILL work.
With more nerves than I’ve ever felt in my entire life, I strip out of everything but my T-shirt and panties and lay on the bed. I think my basket of dirty laundry might do the trick, but I want to be sure, really sure, that Grim’s shifted self knows what I’m expecting…what I’m offering.
The plan is simple: cum all over these panties, drop them on top of my dirty laundry basket, leave the entire basket at Grim’s door, ring the bell, and run like hell to make it back down to the basement.
I close my eyes and let my hand slide between my legs.
Immediately, images of my “normal” Grim fill my mind.
I miss my quiet baker.
We’ve only had a few weeks together, but I’ve never felt this way about someone, and I’ve definitely never had anyone make me feel this special, this adored.
Why does he fight me so hard when I just want to help?
I stop.
Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
Only sexy thoughts.
If this is Grim’s mating season, and I’m committing to this, I have to be all in. Only. Sexy. Thoughts.
I try again. I should have brought something of his down here to sleep with. He’s not the only one into scents. He always smells amazing, especially at the end of the day when he’s been working near the oven and is just the tiniest bit sweaty. It makes his natural scent a million times stronger and mixes so well with the bakery smells that cling to him and his clothes that I feel bite-y around him.
Is bite-y even a word?
Maybe I should bite him sometime. He might like that…
I let my hand move down my belly again, trying to keep my mind on Grim and sex when there is a sound from above.
At first I ignore it—it sounds like the wind rattling the back door in its frame, but then there’s a…
