Page 35 of Little Red Riding Hood (The GriMM Tales #1)

As if in answer, Wim’s tongue found Red’s hole again, pressing inside, claiming him once more. Yet a mere moment later, it was gone again, and there was something much firmer at his entrance. A finger, gently circling, easing its way in.

Yes! Red almost shouted aloud. But then the blessed pressure vanished, and Wim’s heavy form twisted, reaching beyond their nest of blankets to reach for his pack. A moment later, a small glass bottle of perfumed oil was being wiggled in Red’s face, Wim’s smug face behind it.

“I got it from a market stall while you were trying to convince that poor merchant you knew something about wine.”

“Hmph. I know I like it, at least.”

“Aye, we certainly learned that the hard way, didn’t we? ”

“Oh, stop. Get on with it before I perish with need!” Red exclaimed, his hand reaching towards his prick, only for Wim to bat it away with violent force and a growl.

Red’s breath hitched as Wim’s fingers slid over his entrance ever so gently, the oil making the touch slick and smooth.

The sensation was different from Wim’s tongue…

warmer, more deliberate. He’d never felt anything quite like this tenderness before—it was almost too much—and he bit his lip, lest he embarrass himself by crying out before Wim had even breached him.

Wim’s heavy weight suddenly pressed against him as the wolf crawled up his body, claiming Red’s mouth in a searing kiss that swallowed his whimpers of pleasure.

Wim’s fingers circled his hole, teasing and probing, before finally slipping inside.

Red’s body tensed at the intrusion, but Wim’s gentle touch soon had him relaxing into it.

He’d touched himself there before, of course, but it had never felt like this.

Maybe it was the gentle tenderness in this wild wolf’s touch, or the way he seemed to know exactly what Red needed. The trust between them now, or how safe Red felt beneath Wim’s protective frame. How their bodies seemed to fit together as if made for each other.

When Red had left the palace, he’d never in a million winters imagined this—had never dared to hope for someone who would touch him with such care.

Even in his wildest dreams, he couldn’t have conjured up this feeling of rightness, of belonging.

And wasn’t it strange that he’d found it here, beneath a wolf who should have been his enemy, but instead had become his—

Red gasped.

Wim’s fingers had curled inside him, pressing just there , and the sudden burst of intense pleasure made his body shudder.

“Did I hurt you?” Wim asked, tensing with concern.

“No,” Red managed to say, rendered breathless. “It just… felt good.”

Wim’s fingers moved again, and Red felt that same burst of pleasure. He moaned again, hoping Wim would get the hint. Pressing his lips to Red’s once more, Wim gently coaxed his mouth open, sliding a warm hand across the expanse of his chest.

Red arched up, rubbing his prick against Wim’s solid mass. When that didn’t bring him any relief, he reached between them to grasp himself—he couldn’t bear the torture any longer.

Wim caught his hand with his own before it could reach its destination, and Red didn’t suppress his noise of exasperation.

“Patience, sweetheart. You’re going to release with me inside you.”

The command-cum-threat warmed Red’s insides, his heart beating impossibly faster. “Well, bloody well get inside me, then!”

The wolf laughed, showing no sign of removing the gentle finger that still worked Red open, stretching him slowly, as if they had all the time in the world. As if the task was giving Wim all the pleasure he needed.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll forget he ever existed.”

What? Who?

Was Wim still going on about the bloody stable master?!

“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.” Wim picked up his pace, and then, without warning, slipped a second finger inside him, forcing a cry from Red’s throat. “I’m going to mark you from the inside. Make you mine .”

That word— mine —sent a shiver through Red’s entire body. How many times had Wim said that now? And each time, it felt more real, more possible.

Red’s chest tightened with a bittersweet ache. He wanted desperately to believe Wim meant it beyond this moment, beyond their journey. Wanted to believe that whatever this was between them wouldn’t end.

Heat prickled the corners of his eyes, and he rapidly blinked back the tears.

Red, this gorgeous beast of a man wants to fuck you until you forget your own name, so pull yourself together and enjoy it, for fuck’s sake.

“Please, Wim,” Red whispered, his throat so constricted he could barely breathe. “ Please .”

Wim stilled his fingers, the heat of their combined bodies forming a sticky sweat between them. He leaned in and gently pressed his lips to Red’s, the kiss soft and tender.

“You’re so beautiful,” Wim murmured against Red’s mouth, prompting a fresh crop of tears threatening to spill. “And I can’t wait to have you.”

He pressed his sharp teeth to Red’s neck, grazing his pointed canines over his pulse point.

Red’s breath caught in his throat—was Wim about to bite him? But no, the pressure against his flesh gentled, then Wim quickly replaced his teeth with that hot, wet tongue of his, licking where he’d just grazed him.

“Forgive me. You just taste so delicious.”

Red rasped an appreciative purr to let Wim know he could eat him any day of the week and that would be quite alright with him.

Pulling back, Wim poured more oil over his length, the glossy liquid making the size of his cock even more apparent. Red swallowed hard, trying not to show his apprehension at taking such a monstrous thing inside him.

“You ready?” Wim asked, those chestnut eyes boring into him.

Red nodded, words failing him again. He shuffled on the blankets, making to flip over onto his hands and knees.

Yet Wim blocked him, gripping his shoulders. “Where are you going?”

“Shouldn’t I…” Red trailed off, the heat in his cheeks nothing to do with the roaring fire. Here he was again, embarrassing himself.

“I may be a wolf, but I do not always mount like an animal. Especially when I find the face of my lover so pleasing.”

Wim gently pushed him back onto the blankets before grabbing his thighs again, lifting them onto his shoulders, then positioned his very sizable length at Red’s entrance.

Red couldn’t help but suck in a large breath.

Then, feeling the pressure nudge against him, he closed his eyes tightly.

Wim began to push inside him, and Red braced himself for the inevitable pain, biting his lip to stifle any sounds of discomfort that threatened to escape.

As the initial bite eased, Red breathed out a shaky sigh of relief. The pain was more than manageable, nothing he couldn’t handle. He opened his eyes to see Wim watching him with concern.

“Are you okay?” Wim asked, voice strained.

“Very okay,” Red replied, reaching to entwine the fingers of one hand with Wim’s own, and squeezing tightly.

Wim nodded, leaning down to brush a kiss across Red’s lips before he slowly continued inching inside him. The sensation of being filled by him soon sent an intense wave of pleasure coursing through Red that overshadowed any lingering sting.

Red ran his fingers through Wim’s hair, holding on to him as if it were the only thing anchoring him in this world right now.

Then he felt it—Wim had reached all the way inside him, the man groaning in pleasure before he captured Red’s lips in another searing kiss.

Wim began to move, his thrusts gentle but insistent.

Each one sent waves of pleasure more sensational than the last down Red’s spine, and he could feel himself becoming more and more sensitive with each stroke.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to absorb the sensations without letting them overwhelm him completely.

When he opened his eyes again, it was to see the starry sky above them.

The stars seemed so close they might reach out and touch him, their distant light filtering into his eyes like ethereal teardrops.

The sight took his breath away; he felt as though he was floating outside of himself, carried aloft on waves of devotion and desire.

He arched up into Wim, revelling in the weight of his lover’s body on top of him.

He could feel every muscle in Wim’s chest pressing into his own skin, every heartbeat thudding against his rib cage.

It was a feeling both intimate and terrifying—to be so close to someone else that you could feel their very essence mingling with your own .

And yet… it was also incredibly comforting.

Red reached up to run his fingers through Wim’s hair, savoring the softness of it between his fingertips. He wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever—just the two of them under the vast expanse of stars, in this forest that had become their home.

Red’s prick had deflated just a smidge, but a few moments of Wim’s firm, slick strokes along it had it fully erect again, the coiled heat in Red’s stomach threatening to erupt.

They soon moved together in sync, their bodies becoming one entity lost in passionate bliss under the starlit sky.

“Does it feel good?” Wim asked, voice dropping to a gravelly whisper.

Couldn’t Wim tell from the noises Red was making? He violently nodded, continuing to thread his fingers through Wim’s hair, smoothing the strands down again and again.

Wim let out a whine. “Tell me. Tell me how good I’m making you feel.”

Oh, fuck.

A strangled sound left Red’s throat before he forced himself to form the words that Wim evidently needed to hear.

“Fuck, Wim, you’re fucking incredible,” Red gasped, his back arching as the other man’s hand worked him into a frenzy. “So good, so… fucking… good.”

Red cringed at himself, but Wim chuckled darkly, the sound dangerously low and feral. He was close to release—Red could feel it in the way his body moved, in the way his fingers dug into Red’s hips. “You like that, sweetheart? You like it when I make you feel so good?”