Page 11 of Bread by the Grim (Ghostlight Falls #4)

Phil

I t’s too early to talk about what we are, but his promise to never leave me with blue balls is definitely one he keeps. We can’t keep our hands off each other, which makes five o’clock—closing time—the absolute best part of the day.

Normally, it had been a time I’d drag out trying to come up with excuses to be near Grim for just a little longer. Now it has become a race to my bed.

“I cannot wait any longer to be inside you,” Grim says as he peels his own clothes off with each step he takes toward the bed.

Working the morning shift gives me an advantage, I’m always naked and ready for him at five.

He practically dives onto the bed and lands on top of me, his nose against my neck, his cock hard against my thigh.

I don’t make him wait. One day, we won’t be this needy for each other, but right now I plan on taking advantage of every second of this feeling.

I move to the side, and he slips inside me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely.

It’s the most satisfying feeling, his body against mine, his cock inside me.

I wrap my legs around him and urge him with my hips to move.

I know some people think getting into routines with sex is boring, but this routine is my absolute favorite.

Every workday for the past two weeks, Grim has come downstairs and gone straight to fucking me senseless.

When we both finish–and he always makes sure I finish every time–he cleans us up, goes upstairs, makes us dinner, and brings it back down for us to eat in bed.

We spend the rest of our evenings after dinner going much slower, taking our time with each other, and talking in between.

It’s only the end of the night that leaves me with any doubts about this relationship.

I have early mornings, so I’m usually passed out by seven, eight at the latest, but even on my nights off, he always insists on being out of here before midnight.

Midnight to dawn is when he can’t stop from shifting into his “gremlin,” so he casts a spell he convinced a witch named Darla he knew back in his hometown to create for him.

The spell keeps him from being a danger to others until dawn, when he returns to normal.

His explanation of his nightly routine is so full of shame and embarrassment that I don’t attempt to pry any further. There will be time later to see what I can do to make him more comfortable about sharing that part of himself. For now, I will take all that he’s willing to give.

At 5:07, it doesn’t take much urging to get Grim to move faster.

I honestly don’t know how he even gets through the last half hour of the day.

He must adjust himself a million times because he’s always ready to go.

Tonight is no exception. My nails are deep in his back as he pounds away, the sound of our flesh making contact over and over again driving me wild.

There’s always this strange desire in me to pull him closer, drive him deeper.

He loves to bury his head in my neck, and so I pull him close, and press his nose against the artery that runs close to the top of my skin.

I know it doesn’t make things easier for him physically, but instead of complaining, it seems to inspire him.

He begins to move faster, the usual groans turning into something else—hisses, maybe?

It’s hard for me to focus on them entirely until he cums, and I reach for him, to pull him even closer still. His whole body shakes as the bed underneath us gets wetter and wetter. He lets out a growl, and I gasp as my hands hit what I’ve only felt once before—ridges growing along his spine.

I open my eyes and find him with his eyes still closed.

Still definitely cumming…and shifting in front of my eyes.

Now’s not the time to point it out though. I run my hands along the ridges that have begun to form, hoping it will work like it’s done before. Maybe I can just massage his back like I did last time. Maybe he’ll shift back as he comes down from the orgasm?

I work my fingers between the spines that are now beginning to protrude. “Grim, put your head on my shoulder,” I whisper, hoping he can understand me as his face grows smoother and more reptilian. He sighs and does as he’s told, resting his head against my shoulder immediately.

I continue working on his back with my right hand as my left hand explores the scales that have begun to form. Smooth, hard muscle has filled out every part of his body that I can reach. I desperately want to see this new shifted Grim, but he’s breathing heavily near my ear.

“You smell…delicious,” he says, his voice taking on a deeper tone.

“Delicious?” I repeat, not sure if he’s complimenting me or thinking about what sauce to pair me with.

“Your scent…marks you as mine.” He lifts his head from my shoulder and meets my eyes. I don’t know what to make of the shifted Grim. Is my Grim still in there? Can he even consent to anything?

“I’m Grim’s,” I tell him.

“I am Grim,” he says .

“Will he remember this? Will he remember this conversation?”

“Yesssss.” The word is more of a hiss than a word.

I pull him down and kiss the strange lips of the gremlin. If this is part of him, then I’ll take it, too.

Our lips touch, and I let his tongue find mine. It’s long and lizard-like–so very different from Grim’s human-like mouth—but still soft and not scaly at all. He pulls away quickly. His eyes scan my face, and he jumps up, the bed flooding with his semen.

“I’m sorry. I should not—” he says in Grim’s normal voice. He backs up, tripping over his feet, but I refuse to let him go that quickly.

“Grim, wait.” I manage to grab his arm before he makes it all the way to the stairs. He’s hunched over, the spikes on his back keeping him from standing up straight, but his body is a sight to behold—he’s muscles and scales and his cock…his cock is amazing. I bring my eyes up to his face.

Keep your focus, Phil.

“I shouldn’t be here when I’m like thisss,” he says.

“Why not?”

He tilts his head. “I could hurt you.”

“You definitely were not hurting me back there.”

He looks down at the hand I have wrapped around his wrist .

“If I let go, are you going to run off without saying goodnight?”

Reptilian eyes meet mine. He shakes his head. “I would never.”

I release his arm but wrap him up in a hug. For a long moment, I think he isn’t going to hug me back, but then, at last, hard muscular arms wrap around my body, and he pulls me close.

“I care about you, Grim. All of you. In all your forms.”

He says nothing, holding me like that until something seems to stir within him. He steps back, kisses me quickly, and runs up the stairs without another word.