Page 19 of Claimed By a King

“More,” I demand, huskily. “I need you inside me.”

When he adds a third finger, I almost come. My eyes roll to the back of my head, while primal sounds, only Gray can get me to make, fall from my lips.

I pull at his hair that feels longer than I remember it. Huh, I must have been gone longer than I realized. That doesn’t matter right now, though. I’m eager to get him closer, to get him deeper.

“Do you like that?” he rasps against my soaked entrance. “Do you like my fingers inside you, Sugar?”

I arch and moan.

Wait… Sugar? Not Princess?

I lose my train of thought as he sucks my clit between his lips, the edge of his canines grazing the sensitive skin.

“Fuck,” I cry out when he curls his fingers inside me. “Don’t stop. P-please… I need more. I’m going to… so close…”

His answering chuckle vibrates against my soaked folds. “I’m far from done with you, and we have all night.”

He pumps his fingers harder, and within minutes I writhe in pleasure, screaming out my orgasm.

Grayson

My boots thud loudly on the linoleum floor, echoing up the halls of the hospital as I run with Slasher and Munroe on my heels. The hospital staff and locals visiting patients move quickly out of our way, already used to our presence since we brought Rocco here a few days ago.

As I round a corner, my feet slip a little, and my blood-caked hand grips the corner of the wall to keep myself upright. I make a mental note to send one of the Cunts to clean the evidence off the wall before the cops find it.

“Where?” I yell as Tex and Alana come into view up the hall, their eyes going wide as they take us in.

“He’s been moved down there.” Alana points down yet another fucking hall. “Room 304.”

I don’t stop. I keep running. My feet carrying my exhausted body as I round another corner and see the doors for the ICU up ahead.

They aren’t accessible unless you get let in by a staff member, but it wasn’t hard to pay off one of the nurses to accidentally lose her swipe card, of which I tug from my back pocket as I near the doors, and quickly use it to give me the access I need.

No staff question my sudden presence in the ward, the doors closing behind me leaving Slasher and Munroe on the other side for now.

I see room 304 straight away since there are only six glass rooms surrounding the nurses’ station. It’s still in the ICU, but the fact that Rocco has been moved to his own glass room now is good.

Right?

Rushing forward, I see Cara’s back as she leans over the bed, and I step into the glass box, but suddenly my feet can’t move any closer.

My heart thrashes in my chest as I hear Cara’s voice talking quietly, her body angled toward Rocco’s head, blocking my view.

My emotions are completely fucked right now. I’ve spent the last three fucking days trying and failing to find Zoe. It’s like she vanished from the fucking earth. Wherever the Reapers are hiding, they are doing it too fucking well, but they will slip up, eventually. Or someone will talk. And when that day comes, I’ll fucking wreak havoc on those motherfuckers.

“Gray?”

The raspy deep voice is what makes my feet move again, and as Cara turns to look over her shoulder at me, I get my first look at Rocco.

“Fuck,” I whisper, feeling relieved to see the tubes that kept him breathing over the last few days are gone, and his dark eyes are open and blinking, staring back at me.

I slowly round the bed, coming to the opposite side of Cara, all while his eyes stay locked on me.

“I—”

I can’t speak, so he does.

“I guess I’m not so easy to kill.”

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