Page 70 of Pack Ruin
Grigor’s jaw dropped. “You would… fight me.”
I closed his mouth with two fingers on his chin, then squeezed his face. “Spar, sure. Might even win. I fight dirty.”
His eyes sparked with delight as he wrapped his arms around me, flipping us so I was lying on the sofa with him over me, growling low. “I will hold you to that. I want to see you use everything at your disposal. Especially the dirty moves.”
He was only a few inches taller than me, so our bodies lined up, more or less. Before I could get used to the feeling, his pelvistilted forward, one of his legs in between mine, and I felt a surge of what had to be magical heat move from his body to mine.
Now it was my turn for a jaw drop. “Grigor. Did you just…” I was going to say, “Make a dirty joke,” but he traced a finger over the seam in my shorts, and my mouth dried up.
“Let me, my queen?”
I blushed so hard I felt a little dizzy, but nodded. I thought he would undo my shorts, but he just settled his hand over my private parts, cupping them. Then he smiled, and I felt another wave of magic, with little vibrations starting up down there.
“No earthquakes,” I squeaked.
He nodded, a dark smile curving his lips. “No screaming.”
I wasn’t sure I could keep that promise, but I bit my lip and nodded.
Luke had given me an orgasm in the storm drain not two hours before, but my body acted like it hadn’t been touched in years, the waves of Grigor’s magic lighting every nerve on fire in seconds.
When Brand touched me, he’d always been focused on my pleasure. Luke had been uncertain and sweet. Grigor wasn’t either of those things. He knew, whether from magic or experience, exactly what to touch, where to press and how hard, to make me reach my peak.
His laugh was wicked as I fell over the edge, expecting him to stop. He shook his head, the dark hair that fell around his face making him look mischievous rather than evil.
“No screaming, little mate,” he reminded me, as he sent a larger wave of magic to my core. It felt almost like he was inside me, like something thick and hot and… getting wider!
“Grigor!” I gasped, the word muffled as he covered my mouth with one hand.
“How much can you take, little one? How much pleasure can you stand?”
Another climax tumbled over me, and I glared up at him when it was waning.“I can take whatever you dish out, old man.”
“Holy shit,” Glen said from the doorway. “This would be even hotter if she was naked, Joaquin.”
“True,” Grigor murmured, moving away from me. “Well then, brother. Come and help.”
Glen’s ocean-blue eyes flew to my face, an unspoken question in them. I rolled my own eyes, pretended like I wasn’t blushing so hard my cheeks might stay this way permanently, and nodded him over.
Glen took Grigor’s place and had my shorts off and on the floor in seconds. He pulled my thighs apart, looking like he was trying to memorize my pussy for a final exam. Grigor just watched from behind, standing with his arms crossed, the muscles on his arms and chest taut.
“What?” I snapped, as he circled behind the sofa. He lifted my arms and pulled my shirt off, distracting me from Glen’s inspection.
“You’re just so incredibly beautiful,” Glen explained, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my inner thigh.
“And dirty,” I protested, twisting. “I haven’t had a bath in?—”
“Sponge bath,” Glen announced, grabbing a clean rag and pouring some water on it. He gave my parts a cursory wipe down, followed by a more thorough cleaning with his tongue.
“Glen!” I giggled at the way his stubble tickled my thighs. I would have said something else, but Grigor had leaned over the back of the sofa, and his lips were on mine, upside down. I closed my eyes, luxuriating in the feeling of mouths and tongues, and pleasure building again, the waves of vibrations traveling from where Grigor was kissing me, to my nipples, then lower, circling my core on the inside the same way Glen’s tongue did on the surface.
How many times was Grigor planning to make me orgasm?
A voice answered in my mind.You said you could take whatever I dish out. Are you giving up?
Not even close.
Grigor’s carefree laughter felt like watching a beautiful sunrise after a storm. After I came again, Glen’s tongue teasing me to a long, lazy climax, I asked, “Grigor? Do you want to…”
