Page 49 of Friends With the Monsters
“I’m not anyone’s queen, but I love giving a good show.” I look up at Calix from under my eyelashes.
“You want to ride…or drive?” Calix pours as much innuendo into those six words as possible while he gazes down at me. I like how his reaction to me is so completely at odds with Grim’s. With the three of them around, I’ll never get bored.
“Driving…shit! I only have a two-seater.” I pause and pull my hand from Calix’s inner elbow.
“I can handle transportation.” Grim comes up behind me, invading my space, but I certainly don’t mind.
“For all of us?” I ask, a little surprised by the offer.
“If the Nemean is agreeable.” Grim raises one brow, almost as if he’s challenging Calix to accept.
In return, Calix’s eyes narrow. “I’m restricted to the more human modes of transportation in this form, so I will accept your offer that we may arrive together,” he answers, sounding strangely formal.
“Wait, you’re going to portal us there?” I nearly bounce with giddy excitement.
“No, I can’t take you to the other side.” Grim eyes me like I might just be crazy.
“I was about to withdrawmyconsent,” Calix mumbles.
“Then how?” I look around like he has a magic carpet tucked somewhere.
“I just need you to tell me where Rumors is and where within we should blink to,” Grim tells me, as if I know what the hell blinking is.
“You probably pick up ODs from there often enough. Club over on Seventh and Wayne,” Calix answers before I have the chance.
“I know it. I’ll take you first.” He nods to Calix.
“Shit. You can’t take us both?” Calix rubs his hands together. “I hate spiritual travel.”
“Just hold still,” Grim warns, while placing his palm on Calix’s shoulder. “I’ll drop you in the bathroom. I trust you’ll be able to find us?”
Calix’s upper lip lifts in a small sneer. “Of course I can find her.”
“I will return for you.” Grim watches me as he and Calix disappear.
I take a step forward and wave my hand in the space they were just standing in. “Weird. I want to do that.” I pout, disgruntled that I don’t have some super-awesome way to get around like Gunnar’s and Grim’s disappearing.
Grim pops back in right where my hand is, so I end up with a palmful of his chest. “Well, hello.” I tell my brain I should move my hand, but my damn fingers decide a slow walk down Grim’s abdomen is a much better idea. “How did you pop up so fast?” My other hand finds its way to Grim’s chest and demands the same scenic route down his stomach.
“Without the burden of the Nemean, I can travel much faster.” Grim’s voice is pitched low. His chest is rising and falling quickly. Instead of backing up from him, I take another step closer. “That’s interesting,” I say, even though I’m not even really paying attention to what he said. I’m much more engrossed in the way his breath keeps catching when my fingers travel over his chest and stomach.
I feel a sharp tug on the ends of my hair. My head jerks back and I gasp. Grim’s mouth lands on mine as he devours me. There’s no first-kiss awkwardness, no trying to figure out what I like, just him shoving his tongue into my mouth as he wraps his arms around my waist and drags me tightly up against his body.
Never once does the thought of resisting enter my mind. Why the hell would I want to? Grim is kissing me like a dying man searching for water. He jerks back when his tooth hits mine. His eyes are all fire as he looks down at me. “Sorry.” He almost looks sheepish before he delves right back in, this time a little more careful not to knock his teeth into mine.
I’m the one to pull away this time. I’m panting for air, but Grim just starts kissing his way up my neck. I let out a small groan when he bites the bottom of my earlobe. He freezes, my flesh still between his teeth, panting into my ear.
My hands cling to his shoulders as Grim’s teeth slide off my earlobe, but he sucks it back into the warmth of his mouth. I feel his tongue slip up behind my lobe as he kisses his way up to the crest of my ear. Holy shit, I don’t think anyone has ever kissed me there, and it fucking feels good, or maybe it just feels good because it’s Grim, and that unshakable exterior has finally crumbled so I can see the beast beneath.
In two quick strides, Grim has my back against the wall. He’s not at all gentle, and it stirs something inside me. He plasters his body to my front, leaving no doubt just how affected he is. I reach down between our bodies and grab his cock. Grim hisses out a breath and grinds into my hand.
“Well, hello, big boy,” I purr, working my hand over his length. Grim bites my bottom lip roughly.
“Stop speaking,” he growls and thrusts his hips. The wall behind me creaks in protest as my breath flees my lungs.
“Or what?” I gasp with a shallow pant.
Grim places his mouth right next to my ear, and I can feel his lips tremble as his hot breath teases my ear and neck. “Or I’ll have you right here, right now, against this wall.”
