Page 102 of Scrooged for the Holidays
I smile sheepishly, our bodies pressed together so there’s no space between us. “Remi and Kai,” I say tentatively, hoping she’s not angry. “We can speak to each other telepathically.”
She stares at my forehead then back to me. By all accounts, she should freak out, but she doesn’t. The more I learn about Greer, the more I think I understand why Elysian Pines got her here. Nothing fazes her. She takes everything in stride.
She reminds me of Remi in many ways. It’s what makes him a good leader and Greer a successful businesswoman.
Her features transform into a sly smile, one that rivals Kai’s when he has a dirty idea. “Can they see us?”
“Essentially, yes. If I show them the visuals.”
“Is that how you’ve seen my past and present, through them?”
I love that she put that together so fast, proving once again how quick and smart she is. “Similar, yes.”
“A bit pervy.” Her hips shift up so they rub against the growing bulge in my pants. I bite my inner cheek to keep from moaning.
I lean forward so my lips are at her ear and I can whisper. “You like that, though. You wouldn’t be pressing your cunt into my dick if you didn’t.”
Her breath cuts out, and she bites her lip seductively, eyes alight. “I did watch you put Kai on Remi’s cock then fuck his ass.”
I purse my lips, loving that this woman has no filter. She’s definitely the most brazen human I’ve ever met, and that’s saying something. “You did.”
Does she want us there?Kai asks.
Doyouwant us there?Remiel adds.
“Are they saying something?”
I dip my chin at Greer’s question. “Yes, they’re asking if we want them to join us.”
Her hand grips the back of my neck, and she pulls me down so she can kiss me again. I let her, opening my mouth to hers without hesitation. I may still have concerns about where being with her will end, but I want to be more like Remi and Kai and enjoy the present moment. This could be my only chance to be with her.
Ouronly chance.
Greer breaks apart and tugs hard on my lower lip. “Show them what you want to, but I wantyou, Sam.” Her eyes dragdown to two shadow-tentacles wrapping up her calves until the tips brush at the ends of her long hair. “I want those, too.”
I tilt my head as my hand on her waist travels to her ass. “You’re a dirty girl.”
“You have no idea.”
“I have some idea.” I smile against her lips as we come together again. Her cinnamon taste grows stronger, and I know our joining isn’t going to last long. She’s sucking on my tongue and gripping the back of my neck like she wants to devour me in any way she can. I feel the same way.
I push her harder into the door, the heavy wood opening a crack. A rush of cool air blows in. She yelps at the frigid wind on her back, and I chuckle, snapping my fingers before she can blink.
We’re standing in my bedroom now, her squeak from the sudden change of location ringing in my ears. I mold my lips to hers before she can speak, pushing her back onto my bed. I crawl over her, my aura oscillating, pushing out so it creates a dark cloud around us.
The last time my aura was this dominant was when I met Remi and Kai. Normally, I have complete control over it, but it’s like my being knew before I did that Greer would want to see it and wouldn’t run from it.
I kiss and suck down her neck, framing the side of her head with my forearms as Greer pushes her hips upward, my hard cock rubbing against her sex. Her hands find the base of my shirt, and she starts to pull up. In another lifetime, I’d take my time, explore every inch of her and make her scream. But evening is approaching, and I don’t want to go slow. I had to sit and watch last night, and it was torture.
Her fingers skirt along my waist, the heat of her touch sending shockwaves through my body. Often, when I sleep with my partners, there’s some type of dynamic at play. There was a clear one with the three of them last night.
But Greer and I are on a level playing field. I meet her mouth again, and we kiss like two people tasting something new for the first time, savoring each and every second of a new flavor. Our strokes and sucks are timed together, neither one of us battling for dominance.
My aura, however, is playing a different game. It’s still surrounding me like a dark full-body halo with multiple tendrils blooming out of it, thickening and widening as if they’re alive.
The shadows that had been wrapping around her legs in the bookshop reach for her again, but this time, I focus on solidifying them and adding suckers. She wanted tentacles, and that’s what I’m going to give her. To the eye, they won’t look like what you’d find on an octopus or sea creature in her books, but they will feel like them.
I know it’s possible because I’ve experimented with something similar on Kai. He’s always liked being held down by the shadows, but tentacles with suckers are a new one. I’m sure he’ll ask me to try it on him later.
