Page 103 of Scrooged for the Holidays
With a smile, I pull back from the kiss and look down at her hooded eyes. Her lipstick is smeared, and her hair creates a coppery halo around her head. Against my black silken sheets, she looks like a siren floating in the dark ocean, waiting to capture me. She’s beautiful.
Stunning, Remi and Kai add in my mind.
“You’re stunning,” I voice. “We all agree.”
Greer flushes from the compliment, and our eyes remain locked for a time. The room is quiet except for our labored breathing, and I revel in the way she clings to me, the memory of her spoken trust heating my veins.
Using my aura, I explore her, thick coils of darkness traveling over her curves. They aren’t like an appendage, meaning I don’t feel pleasure directly from them, but I do feel pressure and a light tingling sensation through my being as I slither one up and over her thigh. Greer hitches her breath when the tip of one strokes her cheek, her body convulsing.
“Ticklish?” I ask.
She shakes her head against the mattress. “No, it feels a bit different than before.” She looks at the tendril then back to me.
“Different good or bad?” I ask, applying more pressure.
“Good. I like it.”
I hum. “You remember your safe word?”
She nods.
“And do I have permission to use my grace on you?”
She cocks her brow. “Meaning?”
“My grace, the power that makes me an angel, can make you feel very good, make your body stretch to take me and my aura.”
One of the tentacles slips between our bodies. It strokes the clothing-covered cunt I bet is soaked before ghosting to her back entrance.
“I’m going to take you here.” I keep pressure on her asshole with the tentacle and slide one of my hands between us to cup her pussy. “And here.”
“Please, Sam.”
“Hmm, you want that, baby?”
“Yes, I want it.”
I lean down and nip at her lips. “Good. Because I’m going to give it to you.”
I roll off of her and stand from the bed. She pouts at the sudden change and lack of touch. It’s cute, really. Lucky for her, I don’t give her reason to pout for long.
My darkness dances around me as I reach for the bottom of my shirt and pull it over my head. The fabric falls to the floor, and I waste no time in ridding myself of the rest of my clothes. I don’t have to tell Greer to strip, because she shifts to the edge of the bed and starts to remove her own clothes.
She slowly peels off each item and drops them on the floor. I wanted so desperately to touch her yesterday, and now I get to. And I get to have her all to myself.
The fact that my lovers get to watch but only see what I allow them to see makes it even better. I can already feel how turnedon they are through our bond, and I have no doubt they’ll end up fucking each other.
Greer’s heady gaze roams my body. She takes in the planes of my chest, her eyes trailing down until they stop at my dick.
In my experience, male-presenting Nephilim are gifted, and I’m no different. My cock is long and thick; not as thick as Remi’s or Kai’s, but it’s slightly curved at the tip. Kai always says it feels the best inside him, stroking him in all the places that make him squirm. I’m sure Greer will think no different.
She rubs her thighs together, already visibly coated with her arousal. I saw a glisten of it while she undressed.
“Lie back on the bed, head on the pillows, and spread your thighs.” I don’t say it in a commanding way but as a request. She doesn’t hesitate, moving up the sheets and dropping her legs open.
I walk forward like a hunter stalking its prey. I extend my aura out toward her, feeling fully in control of it now, not only because Greer accepts it, accepts me, but because she trusts me as well.
Her confession of trust was like magic, allowing this block within me to be lifted. The chaotic energy I’d been feeling is gone, leaving my shoulders at ease. Now, all I feel is the insatiable desire to have her. Claim her.
