Friends With The Monsters - Albany Walker Page 0,41
up to my room, grab Buzz, and give myself a quick O. It would probably be a service to everyone here. I’m going to be a crabby bitch if I don’t. I shift from left to right. My clit is still swollen. Damn it.
“Are you alright?” Grim inquires.
“Yup, peachy.” I grimace. “So, are you going to lose the robes and stick around?” The hood nods.
“Okay, great. Awesome.” I give him two thumbs up. “I just have to run upstairs.” I purse my lips, debating whether or not to tell him why. Deciding discretion is the better part of valor, I just kind of give him an awkward wave before rushing toward the back staircase.
“Can’t get anyone to hang out with me, then all of the sudden I’m super fucking pop—” I groan at my word choice. “Scratch that. I wish I was fucking.”
“I’ve warned you about talking to yourself,” Aeson chirps, as I’m rounding my bedroom door. I deflate. I can’t have a ménage à moi with her in here.
“Hey, Aeson,” I mutter slowly.
The little Brownie eyes me with suspicion. “You smell funny,” she states, and wrinkles her nose.
I squeeze my thighs together. “I do not!” I snap back, peering down at her on my way to the bathroom.
As soon as the door closes, I cup my crotch. Don’t tell me she can smell my horny ass. Sure as shit, I can feel how damp my yoga pants are. I bring my palm up to my nose and sniff. “I do not stink!” I shout through the door.
“I didn’t say you stink, I said you smelled funny,” she hollers right back. I poke my head out of the bathroom door. “I have company,” I scold, admonishing her yelling, before slipping back into the bathroom.
“Is it the bleeder that smells like that?”
“Ugh.” I can just imagine her wrinkled-up, little nose as she says it, while I’m pulling my pants off one foot at a time.
I clean up with quickly with a wipe. Damn Brownie and her nose. I strut out of the bathroom, sans pants and panties, going to my closet with my head held high.
“What the hell are you doing?” Aeson asks.
“Getting some fresh clothes.” I flip on the light switch and grab a pair of jeans. Maybe these will keep my greedy pussy from telling everyone in the house I need a stiffy.
I make my way over to my dresser, grab some panties, and step into them with Aeson watching me.
“Look at you,” Aeson coos at me. “You brought a man home, I’m so proud of you.”
“Three.” I pull my jeans up and go on to my toes to get them over my hips.
“Yes! I knew you were listening to me all these years.” She sighs wistfully, like a proud mother.
“There may be three, but I’m not fucking all of them.” I look in the mirror and fluff my already tousled hair.
“Don’t sell yourself short. You’re not fucking all three of them yet,” Aeson argues.
“At this point, I would be happy with one. Besides, one of them is the biggest cockblocker I’ve ever met, and the other one is, like, Death or something. I have to go,” I tell her, already walking to the door.
“Death?” I hear Aeson whisper on my way out of the room. Yeah, let that sink in.
I hear them before I can see them. “Where the hell did you come from?” It’s Calix’s voice, he sounds slightly incredulous.
“None of your damned business, you mangy beast,” Gunnar snarls.
“Hey, hey!” I have my hands up—trying to dispel the brewing fight—and accidently block my view so I don’t see Grim right away. But when I do, I stop dead in my tracks—no pun intended.
“Grim?” My hands fall out of the sky to slap the sides of my legs.
“Damiana.” My name rolls off his tongue, and I shiver slightly. So much for the cold wipe making me forget how badly I want something between my legs.
“But…” I splutter. Every time I imagined Grim, it wasn’t like this. I pictured a skeleton, or an old man, but never this. My eyes travel from his bare feet, up past his black pants, and over his loose black shirt, until they land on his achingly beautiful face.
He is sheer perfection. Every proportion is designed to draw you in. Hell, if people knew this is what Death looked like, they would probably run to him. His light eyes stare at the ground as he brushes his shirt over his stomach. Holy fucking shit,