Page 62 of Scrooged for the Holidays
A spark lights in my chest as I study her. Even I can see a pinkish color that’s glowing around the edges of her shoulders. Given what’s going on, I know it’s attraction and lust, but dare I say she’s happy? The heat in my chest grows, causing my heart to flutter.
I grip my jeans harder and take a long breath to calm my hormone-driven body. As much as I want to touch Greer, I won’t do anything she doesn’t want. I’m hoping she’ll change her mind, but I can understand why she only wants me to watch. Greer has no reason to think that what she experienced last night was anything more than a nightmare. Having me here now must be a trip for her.
The sound of a muffled slap draws my attention to where Remi has reprimanded Greer against her clothed thigh. Her pleasurable gasp fills my ears. She likes the spark of pain hecaused, just like she enjoyed the idea of Remi laying her over my lap and spanking her. I don’t know if that will come to fruition while Greer is here, but the image alone has my painfully hard dick aching even harder.
“What did I tell you, love?” Remi asks in a deep rumbling voice that makes my cock pulse. “Keep those eyes open.”
“Yes, Remiel.”
A helpless groan slips out of me. Remi half grins while Greer’s eyes find mine. Her pupils are dilated, yet their color is brighter.
“You’re driving him mad,” Remi notes, the fingers around her delicate throat flexing. “Look at how he has to hold himself back from touching you. I bet his cock is leaking for you—isn’t that right, Malachi?”
Remi is in full Daddy-mode right now, and I love it. He knows what he’s saying is correct. He knows my mind and body as well as I know his—we can play each other like fiddles all night long.
“Yes” is the only word I manage to say. With Greer’s focus on me, her hair wild around her face and cheeks flushed, I do feel like I’m going to lose it soon. I want nothing more than to devour her, to get more of her than a closed-mouthed kiss.
Her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I’m drawn in by the movement. The rest of her body is rocking in time with her thrusts over Remi’s thigh, the tops of her breasts jiggling. I’m jealous of Remi in more ways than one. Not only because he spent time with her today, laughing and having fun, but also because she’s on his lap, topless, and he’s touching her. He got to taste her sweet mouth and skin, including sucking on her gorgeous tits.Asshole.
He chuckles, and I realize he heard what I thought through our connection. Greer’s attention shifts to him, and Remiel kicks my jealousy up a notch when he tugs her forward, her body molding to his as he takes her mouth in a kiss.
It’s messy and consuming. Their tongues battle and their teeth clack together, while his massive hand grips her throattighter. Greer loves it, mewling into his open mouth and thrusting her hips in short bursts over his thigh, parts of her brushing his cock. I truly don’t know how he hasn’t busted yet; I sure as hell would have.
Remi pulls away before Greer can fully shut her eyes, warning her with his tightened grip and a lift of his eyebrow. Goddamn, he’s hot—and with Greer, he’s even hotter. His mouth has marks of her red lipstick on them, and his skin is flushed, not from physical heat but from his desire for her. Nephilim don’t feel the elements or strain like humans do, but to Greer’s eye, it probably looks as though he’s about to break out in a thin sheen of sweat.
“That’s it; get yourself off on my thigh. I want you to say my name as you come.”
Remi urges her with his palm on her back to work herself harder on his massive quad muscle, lifting his knee slightly so that he puts more pressure on her clit as she undulates her hips back and forth. She moans loudly, the struggle to keep her eyes open growing more difficult as her pleasure works its way to the peak.
Greer’s chest juts out when she hits a spot that feels good, her head falling back so the tips of her hair brush Remi’s knees. He supports her with his hand cupping her throat, and my eyes fall to her breasts. Her dusky-rose nipples are round and pulled tight, begging for me to suck and bite on them. They bounce in time with her movement, and my knuckles cramp from how hard I’m holding myself back.
Don’t come.Remi’s barking command fills my mind.Save your load for her. I know she’ll want it…eventually.
I agree, and my eyes flash to his, but he’s not looking at me—sadistic jerk. His focus is on Greer’s face alone as her mouth forms the shape of an O.
“Greer,” he says with a playful lilt to his voice. “I can tell you’re close. Let go, and come for us. Show us how good I’mmaking you feel. How much you like Kai watching you use my thigh like the greedy girl you are.”
“Remiel!” she cries then starts to beg. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
She places one of the hands that had been gripping his shoulder over the fingers holding her neck.
“You want me to choke you, love?”
“Yes—” She moans as he squeezes enough to cut off a bit of air. The next expletive comes out as a half whimper that’s barely there.“God—fuck!”
It’s amusing that she’s calling him God. Remi is probably the closest thing walking the earth to God. Well, him or Sam. I can tell he finds it entertaining, too, by the way his lips lift up at the corner.
“Who, love?” he asks.
“Remiel—oh!” she cries. “Please, I—” Her pleading comes out strained from her lack of breath. “More.”
My eyes water at the way my cock jerks against the placket of my jeans. I like this kind of pleading. It’s much better than the kind I heard her invoke last night when she wanted to leave her past. I decide that this is the only kind of pleading I want to hear from now on.
“Let go, Greer.” Remi’s voice is laced with the kind of dominance only a being like us can have. The pull of it nearly makes me disobey his previous command to me and let go with her.
I keep my focus on the way a drop of sweat trails down Greer’s forehead and how her hands that now grip Remi’s shoulders turn snowy white as she shifts forward and back on his thigh.
