Page 28 of Fractured Shadows

“Were you jealous?” I ask, ignoring his question.

“This is a bad idea,” he says and then leans down to breathe against my neck. “Yes, I was jealous. He made you blush so easily.”

“How jealous?” He doesn’t answer, so I grab his face, trusting him to hold me up. “Grimus, how jealous?”

His jaw clenches, his chest heaving with emotion. “Cora—”

“Tell me,” I demand, getting in his face. “You can’t hide your emotions and then get mad at me for still seeing them.”

“Fine,” he snarls, sliding his hand up my back and tangling it almost painfully in my hair. He grips my locks at my scalp and tightens his hold. “I was jealous enough to rip you away from him and fuck you right there,” he says, and my body tightens. “I wanted to slide into your wet cunt and show him whom you belong to and claim you as they all watched.”

“Yes,” I murmur, grinding against him beneath the water.

“I wanted to fuck you until you creamed around me, until you begged me to stop, until you were covered in my seed, so all monsters would know they had to deal with me if they hurt you.”

“Shadows, yes.” I groan. “Grimus.”

“Fuck!” he growls, and then his lips are on mine in a brutal, aggressive kiss.

I gasp, his tongue sweeping inside the moment I do. I kiss him back just as frantically, my pussy wet at the thought of what he’ll feel like inside me. His fingers clench tightly in my hair, directing my head where he wants it to go, taking control.

Reaching between us, I slide my hands beneath the water and over his abdomen, tracing down until I find his hard length through the pants he wears. The leather is stiff from the water, but the ties are easy enough to tug loose. The moment I pull on them, his massive cock springs free, and I gasp against him at the sheer size.

Fuck, is that even going to fit?

Grimus moves us against the side of the spring and presses me back so he can release me. He tugs at his pants, pulling them off completely so he’s only left in the leather harness stretching across his expansive chest. Fuck, he’s hot and so completely different with his bowed, hairy legs and horns.

I stroke his cock, my hand too small to wrap completely around him as I slide down to the base and continue until I feel his massive balls.

“Keep touching me that way, and you’re going to be screaming,” he warns against my lips.

“Isn’t that the point?” I rasp out, not pausing in my exploration.

With a growl, he pulls back and drops me so I’m floating in the water again, but he doesn’t back away. Instead, he reaches for the neckline of my slip. Before I know what he’s doing, he rips it in two, the tiny material not standing a chance against his hands.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“You’ll never need this again,” he rumbles, throwing the uniform of the hunt somewhere else in the room. It makes a wet plop.

Grimus looks down at me, at my breasts floating in the water, and he groans. “Fuck, you’re just as beautiful as I imagined.” His hands span my rib cage, coming around to cup my breasts before pinching my nipples. “And the bite of magic on your skin threatens to make me finish alone.”

His hand comes up to circle my neck like jewelry and squeezes just a little, revealing the strength he holds back. His other hand dips beneath the water, forces open my thighs, and strokes up my slit, the wetness there drawing a groan from his lips.

“Grimus,” I beg, rubbing against his hand, desperate for him to touch me. “Please.” I reach up and grab one of his horns, holding on, and he jerks against me, his cock begging for attention. “Please.”

His fingers probe my entrance before one slips inside, then he adds two more too quickly so I feel a bite of pain, but I’m desperate for it. I just want him to be inside me, to fill me up and make good on his promise.

“You’re so tight,” he rumbles. “So perfect.”

“Please,” I murmur, needing him inside me more than I need my next breath. The electricity along his skin seems to zing into mine until I’m rocking on his fingers, riding them as he watches me. His mouth dips to the water, lapping the beads from my breasts. The sight is so erotic that my eyes slide closed and my head falls back. I trust him to keep me up, to give me what I need, as I relax. His tongue dances across my nipple before pulling it into his mouth and sucking. At the same time, his fingers pull from my channel and slam back in, pushing me back into the spring’s wall.

“Oh, shadows.” I groan, trying to move closer and take more.

With a snarl, he nips my nipple before pushing my breasts together and licking and nipping both of them. Pleasure arcs between my aching nipples and throbbing clit. “So soft, so pretty. You are so tiny, I don’t think you will even fit me.” He lifts his head, a wicked look in his eyes. “But you will, you will take every inch of my cock. I will make sure of it.” With that, he adds another finger, stretching me so hard, it hurts. Yet that pain only makes me cry out, my pussy throbbing around his fingers.

“Please, please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for anymore, but he does. His hand slips down my body, across my hips, to my pussy. Watching my face, he slides the blunt tip of his fingers across my pussy, stilling when he catches my slit and I cry out. Grinning, he drops his head and swallows my cries as he attacks my clit until that all-consuming feeling explodes through me.

My mouth falls from his with a scream that echoes around the chamber, my pussy clamping on his fingers as I move my hips. He watches me the entire time, smoke curling from his nose before he suddenly pulls his fingers free, making me whimper. He lifts them to his mouth and sucks them clean.

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