Page 50 of Little Red Riding Hood (The GriMM Tales #1)
Wim gathered Red’s pliant form into his arms, marvelling at his lightness. With utmost care, he laid Red on the soft moss, arranging his limbs with gentle touches. Red’s eyes fluttered, heavy-lidded and content, as Wim positioned him like a precious treasure on display.
The ethereal glow transformed Red’s pale skin, turning each freckle into a tiny star. His chest rose and fell with languid breaths, the necklace of milk teeth gleaming against his throat.
“Look at you, all laid out for me like this.” Wim stared in awe at Red in all his glory. “How did I ever think you were a tasty snack? You’re a whole fucking feast.”
Starting at Red’s navel, Wim dragged his tongue in one long, slow stroke up his torso, tasting salt and sweetness. Red arched beneath him with a soft gasp.
“Do it now,” Red breathed. “Make me yours.”
“Soon,” Wim promised, resisting the alluring temptation of sinking his teeth into Red that very second. Because he was far from done with him.
A pout that could have melted stone appeared on Red’s lips. Then his gaze flicked downwards, landing on Wim’s straining arousal. With a growl of surrender, he leaned back on his heels, offering himself up to Red.
Red’s eyes widened, and he quickly crawled closer, like a moth drawn to a flame. Delicate fingers wrapped around his sizable girth, and Red nuzzled into his groin for a moment. Then that perfectly small mouth widened as far as Red could stretch it .
Wet heat enveloped Wim’s cockhead as Red devoured it in one fell swoop.
What a fucking sight.
What Red’s mouth couldn’t reach, his fingers took good care of—firm, wet strokes along his length in sync with his sucks.
Pleasure racked through Wim like lightning bolts, leaving him frenzied and breathless, fisting handfuls of moss.
Red looked up at him through hooded lashes before dipping a fraction lower, taking even more of Wim inside that sinful mouth of his.
Wim’s body gave a shallow thrust of its own accord, inching just a sliver more inside its magnificent tightness.
He moaned around Wim’s cock, delightful slurping sounds soon following.
Tiny licks from Red’s small tongue teasing the hooded skin of his cockhead almost had Wim spending his seed right there and then—he could feel his balls threatening to draw up.
No. That wouldn’t do. “Stop,” Wim said weakly. “You’re far too good at that, sweetheart.”
Wim tugged gently at Red’s hair, trying to guide him away. But Red only hummed in response, doubling down on his efforts with renewed enthusiasm.
“You little brat,” Wim gasped, pushing at Red’s shoulders, but Red only made a defiant noise, gripping Wim’s thighs tighter, nails digging into the flesh. “You’re going to get punished for this.”
A wet bubble of laughter sounded from Red’s stretched mouth, and Wim took his chance, pulling his cock out.
“Hey! I wasn’t finished!”
“Oh yes you were.” Wim lunged for Red, pushing him back onto the moss, pinning him with his body weight. “Someone’s gotten rather bold,” he hissed into his ear, then reached for his pack to find the oil in its tiny stoppered vial.
“Are you complaining?”
Wim slapped the side of Red’s thigh. “Behave.” Shifting to kneel before him, Wim gently hoisted his legs, resting them on his own.
The position left Red exposed and vulnerable, but the trust within the depths of his eyes humbled Wim beyond words.
It was a gift, and he planned to treasure it for all his days.
In a swift movement, Wim uncorked the vial and let the oil spill onto Red’s entrance. The liquid glistened, inviting him in.
Slowly, Wim inserted his index finger, savouring the way Red’s body clenched around it.
He couldn’t resist leaning in for a taste of Red’s lips, stealing a kiss that left Red breathless and begging for more.
Their tongues moved together, messy and fervent, as Wim added another finger, stretching him further.
“Kiss me,” Red begged between panted breaths, his hips bucking against Wim’s hand. The words sent a surge of desire through Wim, and he obliged, crushing their mouths together as he pushed deeper.
Within seconds, Red’s breath turned into whimpers. “More,” he demanded into Wim’s mouth.
Wim laughed, teasing him with shallow thrusts before finally giving in, filling him completely with two long fingers. Red cried out, the sound echoing through the forest as he rocked against Wim’s hand.
Overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of their combined arousal, Wim could wait no longer—his neglected, untouched cock screamed at him for mercy, demanding Red.
As Wim withdrew his fingers, Red let out a wounded sound, desperate and lost. “Quickly!” he cried, panic etched in every trembling syllable.
Wim smirked, pouring more oil over his cock until it glistened in the dim light. Red cast a nervous glance towards Wim’s shaft, biting his lip with something akin to uncertainty.
Leaning in, Wim captured Red’s ear with his teeth. “Remember, you were made for my cock, sweetheart.” His words barely a whisper against Red’s ear, he added, “You were made to be mine .”
He didn’t give Red a chance to register what was happening before he lifted him up, light as a feather, cradling him against his chest as he stepped into the hot spring.
The luminous toadstools cast shifting patterns across the water’s surface, turning ordinary ripples into ribbons of celestial light.
Steam curled around them as they descended the natural stone steps into the deeper water.
Wim settled them both into a smooth hollow in the rock, the warm water lapping at their shoulders. Red’s head fell back against Wim’s chest, his strawberry-blond curls darkening where they met the water.
The small waterfall tumbled over moss-covered rocks, its gentle song echoing off the grotto walls. Beneath its cascade, crystal formations caught the blue-green glow, scattering light like fallen stars across Red’s pale skin.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” Wim traced the constellation of freckles across Red’s shoulder with reverent fingers.
The milk teeth necklace floated on the water’s surface, each tooth catching the light like tiny moons.
“If I tell you that every day for the rest of our lives, will you finally believe it?”
Red twisted in his arms, those brilliant eyes reflecting the surrounding glow. One blue like summer sky, one brown like autumn leaves—both equally precious to Wim.
“Maybe.” Red’s lips curved into that familiar half smile. “But you might have to prove it.”
The waterfall’s mist created halos around them, and drops of water clung to Red’s eyelashes like diamonds.
Here, in this magical grotto that seemed to exist outside of time itself, Wim could hardly believe his good fortune.
That this fierce, beautiful creature had chosen him, had trusted him enough to bare not just his body but his heart.
For the first time, he was so incredibly grateful the soulstealer had bitten him that day.
Wim cupped Red’s face in his hands, thumbs stroking over high cheekbones. “Just look at you,” he breathed. “All lit up like this. Like you’ve got starlight under your skin.”
Wim’s cock, pressed against Red’s thigh, gave an impatient throb, and Wim twisted Red so that he was positioned just above it.
“Lower yourself,” he said, gripping the base of his length .
Red, arms wrapped around Wim’s neck, did just that. Wim’s cockhead soon nudged up against his tight ring, and couldn’t help but growl .
The water lapped against Red as he continued to sink down in the tiniest of increments, biting his lip.
The primal beast within Wim demanded he thrust up into Red’s deliciousness; it took a fair bit of self-control to restrain himself.
Red whimpered, his nails digging into Wim’s shoulder blades.
“Shh, sweetheart,” Wim soothed, his heart cracking at causing Red even the slightest bit of pain. “It’ll feel good in just a moment. I promise. Kiss me.”
He brought Red’s lips to his, easing his tongue in softly, sliding it against Red’s at the same slow pace he was inching his cock inside him. Wim glided his hand through the warm water to find Red’s prick, stroking it gently, determined to feel it firm up once again.
When Wim was almost all the way in, he couldn’t help but rumble appreciatively. “That’s it,” he breathed into Red’s ear, pushing upwards just a tiny bit.
And when Wim was buried to the hilt, his beautiful lover heaved an almighty sigh of pleasure, and he claimed Red’s mouth in a possessive, bruising kiss.
The kiss deepened—desperate, hungry—and Wim seized Red’s hips, lifting him up, the feeling exquisite against his cock. Higher and higher he lifted him, until just his cockhead remained inside him.
“Ready?” Wim asked.
Red nodded.
Wim brought him down quickly, so that their bodies were flush together, and Red cried out, a sharp, blissful thing, tightening his arms around Wim’s neck.
Wim lifted him up again, faster this time, and soon Wim was sliding in and out of Red quicker and quicker, intensifying the delicious friction. And as Red’s body moulded to fit Wim’s, Wim would have sworn their hearts beat in tandem, a primal drum that echoed through the night.
They kissed and kissed throughout it, and the air they shared was heavy with each other’s breaths. Wim continued to stroke Red’s cock in time with his own thrusts, delighted when it twitched and thickened.
Yes, he was making his Red feel very good indeed, and inside him, his wolf preened. Though his usually mouthy menace was yet to tell him such, and a small whine escaped his lips.
“Tell me how good I’m making you feel,” he growled into Red’s ear, before closing his teeth around his lobe, biting down hard.
Red gasped, a breathless prayer. “So, so good, Wim.” His wet hands flew to Wim’s hair, stroking back his tangled mane before scratching into his scalp all around his ears. “You’re being so good for me.”