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Graves finalized plans with Nate while they polished off the bottle of wine. She hadn’t been drinking much before this, but the vintage wine hit her harder than she had expected and now she was pleasantly buzzed. Once Nate made his way out of the cellar, all thoughts of leaving with him vanished.

“You handled that well,” Kierse said, setting down her empty wineglass and walking toward Graves.

“He would have done it for you without an incentive.”

“Perhaps,” she said. “How did things go with Walter?”

Graves sighed. “Walter’s different. I’m still not sure if he’s on our side.”

“Can you blame him? His magic burned out and you kicked him out when he was at his lowest.” She arched an eyebrow as she ran a finger down his tie. “Who does that sound like?”

“Do not compare us,” he said.

“I just mean that he’s hurt by what you did. He doesn’t trust you.”

“I don’t trust him, either.”

“We need him.”

Graves bit down a curse. “I know.”

When Gen had invited Graves, Kierse hadn’t thought he’d show up, let alone charm her friends and belong in this world. Never in a million years had she thought he would go this far out of his element. Only a few months earlier he’d refused to even have anyone in the house.

She liked this side of him. She liked it a lot.

“Thank you for what you did with Ethan.”

“Which is?”

She raised her eyebrows as she drew him in by his tie. “Told him about your past. Talked to him about being a Druid. By telling him the truth, he didn’t see you as the monster they paint you as.”

“That’s a problem,” Graves said, his lips an inch from hers, “because I am a monster.”

“My monster.”

“Whatever you want me to be.”

Graves swept his hand across the table and sent the glasses and dinner plates flying, shattering as they fell to the ground.

He grasped her ass and lifted her into the air.

She hastily wrapped her legs around his waist before he set her down on the edge of the table.

He dragged their mouths together, stealing her breath.

She wanted to taste every inch of him and not stop until she was through.

It was all tongue and teeth and longing as he clenched his hands in her dress.

Her fingers grasped the lapels of his suit coat, wanting nothing more than to strip him out of it.

“I’ve been wanting to get under this dress all night,” Graves told her.

He slid between her legs, rucking her dress up to her hip until it barely covered the tops of her thighs. His kiss was tender but unrelenting like he wanted her to know how much she meant to him and at the same time he wanted to devour her whole. Fuck the rest of the world. He just wanted her .

Graves’s seeking fingers slipped under the hem of her dress, and she lifted first one hip, then the other, helping him shuck off her black thong. He tossed it to the side and immediately slid his fingers between her wet folds before slipping inside of her. Her head tipped back on a muffled moan.

“The room is soundproof,” he promised.

She felt the kiss of his magic brush against her skin. She could be as loud as she wanted and no one would hear or dare disturb them.

He only gave her a few harsh strokes with his fingers before he released his cock and fit it to the entrance of her pussy. They both groaned with pleasure as he slid into her inch by glorious inch.

“Yes,” she gasped as he worked up to filling her fully.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said.

He dug his fingers into her hips as his cock slipped through her folds again and again. They both gasped as he finally drove fully into her and stilled. His head tipped forward, that midnight-blue hair obscuring his eyes, pure pleasure playing across his features.

“You feel amazing,” he ground out.

He hadn’t moved. As if he wasn’t able to with how delicious her pussy felt wrapped around his hard cock, like he wanted to revel in the sensation as long as possible. She squirmed, wanting him to take her, fuck her. Needing the release and wanting him to draw it out of her.

“Fuck, Wren,” he said. “You’re so greedy.”

Then he put a hand behind her knee and lifted one of her legs up, using the new angle for leverage, and began to move within her.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped.

All thoughts vanished. She’d deal with everything else another day.

Right now it was only Graves moving inside of her.

She might have started as his wren, belonged to him in that way, but she was not a pawn for the Holly King.

She wanted this, and she couldn’t imagine another world where she didn’t want it.

“God, you’re close,” he said as he slammed back into her.

“You have your gloves on,” she teased.

“I can feel your cunt gripping me.”

“Fuck yes,” she groaned. “Harder.”

He obliged, leaning forward and carefully placing a hand around her neck. He looked down at her as he continued to fuck her with a question in his eyes. But she would take everything he would give her. Everything and more.

He increased the pressure slowly, choking her as he pumped into her at an increased pace. Her body was all sweet pleasure, a hazy, delightful mess of emotions. The added feel of his grip around her throat—him claiming her, her wanting nothing more than to be claimed as his.

She came undone all at once with a vicious cry, and he milked her orgasm for all it was worth, using her body to draw out his own. With a grunt, he unloaded into her until he, too, was spent.

He collapsed forward over her body. Their panting breaths mingling in the empty cellar. His lips pressed against her neck and across her collarbone to her shoulder, laying claim to all of her.