I can get a good look at him, and he tugs my hips back so I’m ass up.
He runs his fingers gently over my back then down my ass until he’s cupping my pussy. His caress is at odds with the tight grip he still has on my left hip. “Can that toy make you scream, Omnia? Because I can.”
The air in my lungs flees as my chest hits the soft mattress beneath me. A started yelp comes next. Grim is deep inside me, so fucking deep my muscles spasm from the quick invasion.
His breathing is erratic, but so is mine. Holy hell. A loud groan of submission is next. This is a new position for us. Grim usually demands my entire focus, but now I can close my eyes and feel every inch of him inside me.
I feel his heat as he leans over my back, his mouth going to the shell of my ear. “Now, let me love you.” His voice is deep and sexy as sin, but hard as stone.
“Okay,” I whimper, and Grim restarts his tortuous, slow fucking again, and I love every second of it.
Chapter 3
My hands ache from gripping the sheets by the time I’ve had no less than three orgasms. Grim is curled around my back, petting my side and hip, and occasionally he dips his fingers between my legs and strokes my clit, causing my muscles to quiver again.
“When did you do this?” I look around the room with eyes that are no longer clouded with need.
“A little at a time.”
“How did you even get this up here?” I run my hand over the ebony wood of the bed, admiring the intricate carvings that travel all the way up the posts and onto the canopy.
Grim kisses my shoulder softly, and I wiggle a little to get even closer to him. “I’ve blinked you and the Nemean, and you wonder how I moved a bed?” He blows his heated breath over my skin. I can hear the small smile on his lips.
I push my elbow back at him. “I didn’t know you could carry furniture.”
“It’s just wood and a little metal, much simpler than another being.”
Heavy footfalls on the stairs alert me that someone is coming. If it’s Kitten, there will probably be stomping and a lot of shouting soon. I settle my head against the pillow.
Calix is breathing hard when he enters the doorway, his shoulders slumped forward and a dejected frown on his face. I’d forgotten Grim told him to come find us when he was done with his calls. I look over my shoulder to see Grim’s reaction, but his expression is placid.
Calix bounces his eyes around the room, taking in the mostly empty space. “Of course you would have a creepy bed.” He slides his hands into his pockets, not even acknowledging that we’re in the bed and naked, but his eyes keep darting back to me.
“It’s not creepy,” I retort, defending the beautiful piece of furniture. Calix tilts his chin down and raises an eyebrow. “It’s not!”
“It looks like something you’d find in the dungeon of a convent. So, do we all get our own rooms?” Calix asks too casually.
Here they go, changing shit again. “I guess so, if you want your own room.” I’m scowling, but I really shouldn’t complain. The house is big enough for everyone to have their own space. If they each have their own room, does that mean we would all sleep separately?
Calix takes a few more steps into the attic, his eyes traveling over the wooden ceiling and exposed beams. I’ve only been up here a handful of times, but the space is nice. If I had to pick a room for Grim, this would be the one. It’s somehow airy, even though the windows are tiny, and the ceilings are pitched at sharp angles. There are a few old boxes shoved over in one corner, and a thin coating of dust lingers on most of the surfaces, but it’s still inviting.
Calix gives an indifferent shrug. “Might be nice to have something like this, a place where we could be alone. Not that I mind an audience.” He gives me a lascivious grin. Having a private room for alone time might be nice, I’m sure Kitten would appreciate it.
Grim strokes his finger over my side, drawing Calix’s gaze. “Did you learn anything from your call?” I focus to keep my voice level. I should get a reward for the effort. Grim touching