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Chapter

Twenty-Four

Syros

S he is a dream made of flesh. A vision beyond anything I could have imagined.

Never did I think I would find another being who understands me and fits together with me the way she does, but here she is. Despit our size difference, when my cock is buried inside of her, the rest of the world fades away into nothingness. When she looks at me, I feel seen and understood in a way I’ve never known before. I feel… wanted.

Erin.

Every thought of her causes a warmth in my chest that spreads out through my body the longer she lingers in my thoughts. My pet. My human.

She’s mine , and nothing can ever change that. No Ech, no Grim, no power that exists in this realm.

No one would ever believe the way she has transfixed me, how desperate I’ve become to keep her by my side, but it is not for them to understand.

What we have is special, unique. I might be the first Grim to ever keep a human for themself, and I could be the last, but I cannot deny myself that which overrules my hunger. She calls to the most primal parts of me, the most basic part of my nature. She is what I want, what I need.

Erin presses her lips against my maw again, and heat seeps into my fleshless bone. It swells, sinking lower, as she repeats the motion.

A growl vibrates up my throat as desire washed through me. “What are you doing?”

“I’m kissing you,” she says softly, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze before trailing her lips farther up my jaw.

It feels…nice. Her lips are soft, and the way she presses them to my skull, around each canine and along my lower jaw, sends tingles through me. My cock twitches in response.

My tongue darts out to taste her, painting a lick over the seam of her lips. With a sigh, Erin opens her mouth, tilting her head back to give me access to her mouth.

Following her lead, I wrap my tongue around hers, twining them together. I brush fluttering licks along her tongue, the roof of her mouth, along the inside of her teeth.

Erin groans, and her eyes flutter closed, her lashes dark against her cheeks. She remains open for me, exactly the way I want her.

The way I need her.

I tug her closer, my hands slipping from her wait to the curve of her ass. I massage the softness there, working her, kneading her, until she is pliant and moldable. She doesn’t shy away from my claws any longer.

If anything, she leans into me, enjoying the flash of pain along with her pleasure.

I scratch her skin, but not hard enough to scar her.

“I like this,” I say when I’ve pulled back enough to speak. “I like when you kiss me.”

I don’t have lips to press against her tender flesh the way she kisses me, but I drop my lower jaw as though I might bite her head off. I plan on nibbling her everywhere.

Keeping her close, I maneuver us to the fire, lifting her slightly and holding her against me. With my foot, I draw over one of the furs and set her down on it.

Even then, I don’t let her go.

I keep her close, reveling in the feel of her body close to mine. Nothing else matters. A thousand Echs could be on their way right now, ready to advance their fallen brethren, and it wouldn’t matter. The world outside fades away, my hunger diminishes to a barely noticeable twinge in my gut, and everything—for the moment—is perfect.

As long as she doesn’t stop touching me.

Her palms are soft on either side of my skull, the pads of her fingers brushing delicately over the bone. I drop down to my knees and bring Erin with me, her grip gliding higher to the base of my horns.

“Can you feel this?” she asks, her eyes wide and full of intrigue.

Pleasure spirals through me, and I swallow back an unseemly moan. “I feel everything.”

She works the base of my horns, up to the first point and back down again, memorizing the curves and swirls of them.

The sensation is almost as good as my own hand wrapped around my cock, but better, because I am not doing it to myself. It is all Erin. She has bewitched me.

What would I not do for this little human?

I pause, forcing myself to keep still while she explores me.

“They aren’t the same texture as antelope or buffalo,” she comments in an undertone. “I’m not sure what they are. The exterior of your horns are almost smooth, velvety but…not.”

It’s the first time she’s felt comfortable enough to touch me this way. Before, it’s always been me initiating and taking the lead, even when she was telling me no.

She wanted me then, no matter her protests.

That hasn’t changed.

Now, she is curious and allows her desire to lead her. I wonder what else she might do. If she might mount me and appear herself on my cock while I watch. If she’d be willing to get on her knees and let me fuck her pretty little mouth until tears fall from her eyes.

“Where do you want me to touch you, Syros?” She drags her tongue along my jaw and meets my eyes.

“Anywhere you want,” I manage to get out, groaning. “As long as you keep touching me.”

A pause, and then, “Okay.”

She’s not sure of herself, yet her tactile exploration does not falter.

It’s work to allow her the slow and torturous exploration of my body. She starts with my skull, drawing her soft fingers along the bones and the bottom of my eye sockets. Along my horns from base to tip and then down my sinewy neck to my shoulders. The juncture where the skull meets fur.

I growl, and she stills, her gaze lifting to mine. “Am I hurting you?” she asks.

“The opposite, little human.”

It feels too good to put into words. Never before has anyone, human or Grim, done such a thorough job of seeing me. My cock aches for attention.

What does Erin think?

What sort of ideas form inside her mind, what machinations?

What will she do with her new knowledge?

We lie facing each other, and from this position, the height difference between us is not as noticeable. The more she touches me, the harder my cock grows, until I’m aching to bury myself inside her tight little cunt.

To lose myself in the sensations of her.

Her scent blossoms into something deeper and headier, that mixture of floral and mint I find absolutely intoxicating, along with the musk of her arousal.

I love the way her wetness tastes on my tongue.

If I could live on that alone, I might be able to survive for so much longer.

She drags her nails down my chest toward my hips and the curve of my erection. “You’re huge.”

“And terrifying,” I add.

Much to my surprise, she laughs and shakes her head. “You aren’t as scary as you think you are. At least, not to me.”

“Then, I must try harder. You’re supposed to say I’m the stuff of nightmares”

Her breath hitches in her chest. “Then, why do you make me so wet?”

I draw my hand toward the juncture between her thighs and feel her desire through the thin material of her pants. “You are always dripping for me. It is one of the things I like most about you.”

Erin continues her tender exploration of my body, teasing me with it, every flick of her fingers across my fur and skin. Finally, she sighs and wraps both hands around my cock, starting at the base and slowly sliding her fingers upward.

My heart contracts and stops beating before resuming its frantic and uneven pace.

I clamp down on my back molars to keep from exploding much too soon. She is unskilled with her hands, at least, for someone of my size.

But everything she does makes me want her more.

She glides her palms along the ridge of my hardness to the underside of the head before smearing my precum across the length.

I forget how to breathe. How to do anything other than lose myself to the sensation of having her hands on me.

“Harder,” I rasp, still wanting her lead. I fight the urge to grab her and fuck her until she’s full of my seed. “Touch me harder.”

She increases the pressure, working my shaft with both hands, picking up the pace until my hips piston on their own accord. Like they are desperate to reach her.

Then her mouth is on my skull again and she is doing the kissing thing like she can’t help herself, like she is desperate for more closeness.

I wish I could kiss her back. Never before have I wanted features like a human, because they are small, breakable. Too delicate for their own good.

But at that moment, I would give anything for lips like hers, to use them on her in a different way.

Unable to take it any longer, I roll Erin onto her back, covering her body with mine and burrowing my snout against her neck. I grab her pants and drag them down to her ankles before my claws accidentally shred through the material.

They were practically rags to begin with, after our first stint in the forest.

Now they'll be thrown into the fire.

Once I have had my fill of her.

She squeaks, yet the moment I press the pad of my thumb to her pussy, the sound drops to a low, guttural moan.

“I will find you new clothes,” I assure her. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

I take one hard nipple between my teeth through her shirt, rolling the nub between my canines, until Erin gasps. Then she moans, the sound a purr.

“I want you. I want you to fill me up,” she admits, her voice a desperate pant. “To fuck me so hard I see stars and my body is imprinted with you. The way you always do.”

Her hips bow up to meet mine, and she grinds against me, reaching up to take hold of my horns as I push her into the fur. She is completely at my mercy here and yet…

I’m at hers, too.

“I want more, I want everything, Syros.”

It is impossible for me not to give her what she wants. Especially when her tone deepens to a dark rasp I feel inside my bones.

“I want you to taste every inch of me,” she whimpers, pulling her shirt off and exposing her breasts.

They bounce delightfully, her areolas pink and both nipples pebbled.

My little human has gotten bolder and more demanding.

Who am I to say no to her?

I press my knuckle against her pussy, until she arches up to get me notched where she needs, her legs on either side of my hips and her muscles twitching. She whimpers again, and the sound is too much for me to bear. Especially when she’s panting, and her hands are digging into me.

Her pussy clenches and liquid desire pools on the floor beneath her.

I push her toward her release, increasing the speed, touching her where I know she needs to be touched until heat flushes her skin.

I’ve seen her naked before but now, bathed in firelight, she’s exquisite.

She squirms against me, begging or more under her breath, and freezes right before she explodes. Her scent fills the cabin along with the heady undertone of her desire, and my body is aching.

There is nothing more delicious than the taste of the cream between her legs. My cock hardens to the point of agony. I know the only relief I’ll find is buried inside her tight little pussy.

Her breathing turns ragged, and the small sounds in the back of her throat are higher now. Her body tightens, and I feel her release against my knuckles, a liquid rush of pleasure.

“I love the way your body responds to me,” I murmur.

“And I love it when you fuck me.” She shudders against me, her eyes dark and wide.

Her body is alive for me.

I take my cock in my paw and stroke it once, but I need no sort of priming. Not when her pink pussy lips beckon me so sweetly.

One hand holds my weight off of her and I notch the head of my cock at her entrance, rubbing it gently up and down until it’s Erin who growls.

“You’re teasing me,” she whimpers.

“No, I’m not. I’m savoring you.”

“Where is the naughty Grim who takes what he wants whether I want it or not?” she teases, her fingers fluttering around my eye sockets.

“He is still here. And he’s learning how to go easy.”

The head of my cock fits inside of her, and I reach for her leg, lifting it up to allow me to go deeper. Slowly, I push into her clenching pussy, deeper and deeper until I am fully sheathed inside of her.

“You are mine.”

My tone is darker than normal, gravely, and Erin shivers.

I increase my speed until her skin blushes with heat and she is twitching beneath me.

“Yes, please.” She gasps, moaning with every thrust. “More, please. Please, go faster, Syros.”

I love her this way. Begging for me. Fitting around me so perfectly. I don’t want to see her reaction before I grab her thigh again and yank her to me.

Erin gasps, her hips undulating, staring up at me as though she can’t look away.

“Your cunt is perfect.” I shudder violently, much too close to my own orgasm. “You are ruined for anyone else.”

She grips me hard to stay steady, but there is no stopping us. Not when I push into her forcefully, making her stretch for my size, her body shaking. Straining to hold all of me.

Her inner muscles clamp down around me, increasing the pressure until everything inside me pulsates and threatens to come undone.

My breathing goes shallow as Erin pulls me down, all of my weight, her hands buried in the fur at my shoulders. Her knees are bent, and I cup the sides of her ass.

Pulling back just enough to shove inside again. Loving the way her breathing hitches at the pressure.

She’s pleading for more, clinging to me, and my body quakes.

“I want you. I want all of you.”

“Then fucking take it,” I reply to her demand.

She’s like wildfire beneath me, her eyes flashing as I push into her violently.

Her back arches and she grips me, her thighs twitching.

Harder and harder.

Something snaps inside of me.

Erin is like an animal in heat, her entire body shivering.

“Your cunt will never belong to anyone else.” I need to hear her say it.

“It’s yours,” she answers breathlessly.

“Do you love it when I fuck your dripping pussy with my knot?”

“Yes!” She cries out and locks her ankles behind me. “Yes!”

Her nails are blunt against my chest as I drive upward and make her scream.

I can’t take it anymore. I increase the speed, fucking her until tears drip from her eyes and I might break down at any moment. My cock gives a pulsing swell and I knot, spilling into her.

Erin stops breathing as I spurt inside her, filling her, making her mine in an undeniable way. I rock my hips through the orgasm and she cries out when the wide flare of my knot fills her up. Filling her with my seed.

When I’m spent, my knot still locked inside of her, I lean up to find Erin staring at me. She’s sucking in greedy lungfuls of air with her heartbeat racing, her eyes alight with something primal.

She may not be my mate—at least, not in the way our kind identifies mates—but one this is certain: I belong to her, more than I’ve ever belonged anywhere else.

I am at her mercy.