Page 71 of Pack Ruin
Glen backed away, but Grigor shook his head once. “I cannot. I told you that when we come together, the earth will move. I am afraid I would not be able to hold back my reaction. It is best for our first joining to take place in a less perilous situation.”
Oh yeah.We were literally surrounded by enemies. Probably not the best time to trigger an earthquake with the epicenter in Del’s shack.
I sighed in disappointment, but Grigor surprised me. “However, your young mate might have a suggestion.”
He hadn’t even finished the thought before Glen had pulled me forward, lifting me up. He sat on the sofa and settled me on his lap facing him, his cock curving up between our bare stomachs. “I thought you’d never ask.”
“What am I gonna do with you, Glenda?” I teased, kissing him before I slid up and notched the tip of his cock at my opening. “It’s a good thing I love fucking you so much.”
“So good,” Glen groaned as I lowered myself down over him, the stretch of his cock making me ache in all the best ways. I rose up and down a few times before Glen took over, gripping my hips and driving me down on him, filling me more on every thrust.
“So… good,” I managed to say.
“Not good enough if you can still talk,” he snarled.
Grigor circled the sofa so that he was at my back once more. He made a soft sound, drawing Glen’s attention. I’m not sure what passed between them, but in seconds, Glen was turning me so that my back was to his chest, then positioned us so hewas inside me again, seated to the base. I was so full, I ached. I needed more.
Grigor moved to kneel in front of me, as low as he could, then leaned forward. “What a vision. May I taste you?”
I nodded, shocked, as he dropped his face and took my clit into his mouth, sucking gently, his tongue moving. His face was only inches away from where Glen was buried inside me, and his tongue was practically vibrating.
I shivered at the intensity of the sensations. Glen groaned again. “Don’t move, Flor, I’m begging you. It’s going to make me… I don’t want to come until you?—”
The idea of Grigor tormenting Glen by simply licking me had my core tightening, my back arching, and my walls clamping around Glen’s cock.
“Fuuuuck,” he gasped as he flooded me with his warmth.Grigor gave me one last swipe with this tongue, then leaned back.
“That was… amazing,” I moaned once I could finally talk.
“Was?” Grigor’s brow creased, but the mischievous look had returned. “You cannot think we are done?”
Beneath me, Glen whimpered.
I bit my lip. “Bring it on, old man.”
“He’s evil,Flor. He’s evil, and he’s killed us both.” Glen groaned. He lay beneath me on the sofa—a sofa that would need to be burned after tonight—with one hand over his face, and the other arm around my waist.
I grinned stupidly. Of course I did. I’d been fucked stupid for over an hour. It was probably four a.m., we were stuck in this house for another day, and I hadn’t slept a wink. If a curious pack member came knocking, if any Enforcers came to investigate the place, I was dead. I was too exhausted to stand. Fighting was out of the question.
But if I had to die, at least I’d die with a smile on my face and a pleasant ache in my lady parts.
“This evil man needs to go,” Grigor chirped from across the room. Well, as much as a serial killer wearing all black would chirp. He had on his own trousers, but had put on a black t-shirt of Del’s that fit him perfectly. He looked refreshed as fuck.
“You sucked all my energy out, didn’t you?” I accused softly, since Glen had now fallen asleep and was snoring lightly.
He shook his head. “Being near you makes me feel centuries younger.”
Centuries. He kept using that word, a little too casually, if you asked me. I wanted to get some answers—how had he ended up living this long, when the oldest shifter ever had only made it to a hundred and twenty? What had he done all that time?
Did he still miss his dead mate?
Had he had a lot of lovers in all those centuries?
But I felt like I could sleep for a week, and if he answered wrong, I’d have to get up, find a knife, and stab him, or something.
“You rest, little queen. I’m going to weave a small spell around this place.”
“A spell?” I mustered the strength to sit up. Glen let out a snort, then rolled over, still asleep. “What kind of spell?”
