Page 54 of Pack Rage
He licked his lips, his canines too sharp to be human as he stared fiercely, silently, down at me. The hunger in his gaze had me thinking I’d been wrong. Maybe I was a seductress after all.
Slowly, I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall open. “You sure you want to wait, Cityboy?”
“I do not. But I must.” I would have sworn a spark flew from his eyes to the bed, and I blinked. By the time I opened my eyes again, he was at the door. “Grigor? Your mate needs you.”
“Ourmate, pup,” Grigor purred as he stalked closer, taking off his stolen uniform like the fabric had offended him. “Keep watch?” Finnick’s reply was a grunted yes, before he stepped outside.
Before the door closed, Grigor’s last piece of clothing fell to the ground, and he stood still, his eyes devouring me while I took him in.He was lithe, and his skin was slightly darker than Luke’s, with muscles that flexed and shifted sinuously as he circled the bed, almost like some sort of jungle cat. His sharp jawline flexed, too, as if he were forcing himself not to leap on me and claim me. Every line of his body was sculpted, as if the centuries of his life—centuries, for fuck’s sake!—had perfected, rather than aged him.
He was a legend, and the only one of my mates I hadn’t bitten. The one I knew the least, and the one who seemed the farthest out of reach for a Southern pack reject to be with. The small, faded scar on his chest reminded me that he’d also loved someone else first. My insecurities flooded back with a vengeance.
“So, it’s just the two of us,” I babbled, when he stopped at the right side of the bed. “That’s… nice?” I fought to keep my eyes above his waistline, but I couldn’t. His cock was almost at my eyelevel, and it was rock hard and long enough to make my mouth water, curving up in a smooth arc to press against his stomach.
“Nice? The things I want to do to your body could not be described that way. I want toownyou. I want to leave my mark so deeply inside you, in your body and your soul, that you will feel me there for the rest of your life. I want to make you whimper with need, and scream with pleasure.” His gaze was filled with a blend of lust and compassion as I blushed so hard, I probably would’ve passed out if I hadn’t already been on the bed. His tone was solemn when he finally asked, “But what I want isn’t important. Do you truly want me, little blade? Are you certain you want to be bonded to me?”
I relaxed at the slight tremor in his voice. Somehow, he was just as insecure as I was. “So certain,” I said, knowing the truth was all he needed. I reached out and took his hand in mine, pressing it to my heart so he could feel it beat. “I’ve wanted you since the forest at Northern. You made my heart race then, and it’s never slowed down.” We both smiled as he felt the evidence of that. “It feels like I’ve been yours all along, Grigor. That this is just the final step in some dance we’ve been doing since we met.”
“Since long before that,moya koroleva,” he whispered, running the back of one hand over my cheek, then down my neck and shoulder, over one of my tight nipples, and to my stomach. My abdomen trembled. “Where shall I claim you, my perfect mate? Where shall I put my mark?”
He leaned over the bed, tracing my other mates’ marks slowly, so lightly it felt like a feather moving over my skin, the electric feeling of his hands shooting into my core, making me gasp.
“Here?” He touched Brand’s mark, then Luke’s. “Here?” He teased the skin around Finnick’s mark, sending a little power into the place. Whatever he was doing, it felt amazing, and Iheard a muffled groan from outside the door. Finnick had felt that, too.
Grigor winked. “Glen left a gorgeous mark. I plan to taunt him with it every time I feast on your delicious pussy.” He leaned over and kissed my mouth, a surge of power moving with his tongue over mine, and his hand resting on Finnick’s mark on my neck again. I felt a series of sparks connecting those two places, then travelling down my body to land and go off like miniature fireworks… in my clit.
I whimpered. Had I just come?
“Damnit, Grigor!” Finnick shouted from outside. “I don’t have any other clothes to change into.”
Grigor’s wicked grin had me laughing. “Did you just make him come? In his pants?”
“No, little blade.Youdid.” His hands moved to Luke’s mark before he shook his head. “Best not to distract that one.”
He distracted me instead. He moved his warm body next to mine, his hands and tongue free to explore, as mine were. I’d kissed him before, at Southern, and he’d tasted me then. More than tasted: he’d wrecked me, moving his tongue at speeds I was almost certain required magic.
But I’d never been able to take my turn, never had the freedom to explore him. I was more than a little nervous to try out my brand new skills on such an experienced mate, but what if I didn’t get another chance? We were heading into a battle we might not survive.
And the jobs weren’t going to blow themselves.
I grinned at my terrible humor, tucked one foot behind his calf and, in a quick move, flipped us so I was on top and he was beneath me. My hair fell over the sides of my face as I instructed, “Keep your hands on the sides of the bed.”
He blinked, then obeyed.
“Now, don’t move.” His body practically hummed with tension as I slid down the bed, my tongue tracing patterns, until I reached his cock. The skin there was smooth as velvet, and I took a moment to run my hand over it, then dropped my mouth to the tip, drawing in just the end. “Mmmmm,” I hummed as I moved lower, one hand exploring a little farther back, cupping his balls. I let a finger stray even farther back, and he stiffened.
“Flor!” He sounded almost shocked, but a droplet of pre-cum had beaded at the tip of his cock, so it wasn’t a bad thing. I lapped up the drop, surprised when it tasted almost minty. It wasn’t cold, but the sensation on my tongue was the same as when I’d drunk from a stream in the Northern packlands. Bright and bracing.
“That could get addictive,” I muttered, before drawing more of him between my lips. He was just the right length and width for this, and after a few attempts, I was able to get my lips to the base without choking.
“Flor,” he repeated, then let out a string of words in some strange language. “I can’t… You can’t…”
I stopped. “Is it not good? I haven’t done this a lot.”
He hadn’t moved his hands, but I could tell he wanted to. “My beautiful, perfect mate, every touch of your hands is a fire that burns me alive. Your tongue is more pleasure than I can bear.”
I tried to figure out what he meant. I felt Brand’s amusement in our bond, and noted the deepening flush on Grigor’s cheeks as it sank in. “That good, huh?” I wiggled my eyebrows, sliding my mouth back down over him, loving the way it made him tense up.
After only a few more strokes, he broke. In a movement so fast I couldn’t tell how he’d done it, he was on top of me again, his eyes flashing. “That good, my love.”
