Page 63 of Scrooged for the Holidays
“Come, love,” he urges with the cockiness we tend to share. “Scream my name.”
Remi slightly lifts his leg, and the muscles of his forearm strain as he gives her just the right amount of pressure she needs.Her pussy drags over his thigh once…twice…and on the third one, she finally lets herself have what she wants.
She comes on a scream of Remiel’s name, loud enough anyone in a five-mile radius could hear. The walls echo her cry, and her body jerks as her orgasm overtakes her. I fully expect her to slump forward or kiss Remi in the hot and messy way she did before. But as with everything having to do with Greer, shock colors my features when her gray aura expands wide throughout the room, almost like Sam’s had before, out on the ice rink.
Tendrils of energy expand and glow, the outer edges of them tinged with not red or pink but a soft blue that looks like mine and an effervescent white. I’ve seen white before, and I know it means letting go or relief. The blue can mean that, too, but it’s usually peace, empathy, and comfort.
I look at Remi because I have to wonder what he’s seeing. If I can see her aura this vividly, it’s got to be even more so for him with his abilities. His eyes are slightly wide, the green of them greener. It’s as if he’s seeing Greer clearly for the first time.
Remi?
Can you see it?he asks immediately.
Blue and white?
Not white, it’s gold.
Blue and gold? Really?
Yes.
There is only one other being I know who has a gold aura, and that’s Remi.
What does that mean?
Healing.His eyes narrow as he studies Greer, attempting to keep the shock off his face that I feel growing around us.
I want to ask him more about this new development, but that isn’t important right now. Greer is hardly keeping her eyes open, the orgasm and whatever is happening with her aura wringing her dry of energy.
While I’d love to see where else this afternoon could take us, she’s exhausted. I can get my damn dick under control. I caremore about her well-being than anything else, not only because I’m part angel and the town put her in our care but also because I’m really starting to like Greer.
She may be a Scrooge, but I understand her more than I think she understands herself. The world was cruel to her, and she did her best to survive in it.
Even without her aura morphing colors, it’s clear to me that she’s changing. If she woke up the same after our time together, I can bet she’d not be here right now, nor would she have gone skating. She’d be running around town trying to find an internet connection and yelling at anyone that wouldn’t help her. But she’s not. She’s here, with us.
Healing.
“Greer,” Remiel says, the care in his tone wrapping around my heart like a warm hug.
She smiles at him in a loopy sort of way, like she’s high. When was the last time this woman had a good orgasm with a partner? Apparently not recently, because she’s drunk on pleasure, yet we hardly touched her. I can’t wait to see her after she’s ridden one or more of our cocks. I can only hope that after she’s had rest that she’ll still want that. Especially with me.
A plan forms in my mind at how to make her more comfortable.
“Rest,” Remi commands, pulling her into him. Greer goes willingly, like her body has lost all of its bones. It’s odd not to see her fight or argue, but she’s already half asleep.
I ignore the painful erection I’m still sporting and grab a blanket from the back of the couch. Her head is now resting on Remi’s shoulder, her eyes closed and breathing starting to even out. I tuck the soft fabric over her, covering her partial nudity.
Before I think about what I’m doing, I lean forward and kiss her forehead. Her skin sets a spark against my lips, and I pull back, my face now close to Remi’s.
He brings a hand up to gently tug on my beard. “Are you alright?” he asks quietly.
“Horny.” I smile at him cheekily. “But good. You?”
He smirks back. “Good.” When he attempts to pull me down for a kiss, I don’t let him. Remi lifts an eyebrow in silent question.
“She needs dinner when she wakes up, so I’m going to put something together and attempt to get Sam to join us.”
His smile falters a bit, and he nods. “Good luck.”
