Page 52 of Fury
"I'm glad you found each other," she says quietly as Greyson moves ahead to greet my brother. "He's been waiting for you for a long time."
"I know," I reply, watching as Greyson claps Mason on the shoulder, both men laughing at something. "I think maybe I was waiting for him too. I just didn't know it."
Meadow's expression softens. "That's how it works sometimes. The right person at the right time." She links her arm through mine. "Now, come help me in the kitchen and tell me everything.”
I laugh, allowing her to lead me away. As I pass Greyson, our eyes meet, a silent communication passing between us—a promise of later, of forever, of something that feels both brand new and ancient as time itself.
This, I realize with sudden clarity, is what coming home really means. Not just returning to a place but finding where, and with whom, you truly belong.
"Do you know what we need?" I ask Meadow.
She straightens at my question.
"Let’s have a girls' night. Let's get all of the Devil Soul and Grim Sinner girls together and go out for the night."
I’m underage and can’t drink, but I can still have fun.
Meadow's eyes light up with excitement. "That's a brilliant idea! It's been way too long since we've all gotten together without the guys hovering around."
I grin, already imagining the chaos. "Do you think they'll actually let us have a night without bodyguards?"
"Honey, your man just claimed you in the most permanent way possible, and my husband still acts like I might disappear if he blinks too long. They're going to hate this idea." Her smile turns wicked. "Which is exactly why we're doing it."
From the back patio, we hear the guys' laughter, completely unaware that we're already plotting their mild torment.
"When should we do it?" I ask, getting caught up in Meadow's enthusiasm.
"This Friday night. That gives us enough time to coordinate with everyone and for the guys to mentally prepare for the idea of their women having fun without them." She pulls out her phone. "I'm texting Elle right now."
As Meadow types furiously, I can't help but smile at how quickly I've been absorbed back into this world. A week ago, I was worried about fitting in. Now I'm planning girls' nights and thinking about "our compound" like I never left.
"Done," Meadow announces, hitting send. "Now we just have to survive telling them about it."
Chapter
Ten
Friday Morning
Livie
The warmth of morning sunlight filters through the curtains as I slowly drift into consciousness. My first awareness is of the heat and wetness between my thighs, a delicious sensation pulling me from my dreams into something far better. I gasp, my eyes flying open as I realize what's happening.
Greyson is between my legs, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs apart, his mouth working against me. His blue eyes flick up to meet mine when he realizes I'm awake, but he doesn't stop. If anything, his tongue circling my most sensitive spot before dipping inside gives him more determination.
"Oh my God," I breathe, one hand fisting in the sheets while the other tangles in his dark hair. "Greyson…"
He hums against me, the vibration sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. I arch off the bed, but his large hands pin my hips down, keeping me exactly where he wants me. There's something almost primal in his focus, a possessive hunger that makes me feel simultaneously vulnerable and powerful.
When he slides two fingers inside me while sucking gently on my clit, stars explode behind my eyelids. My orgasm crashes through me without warning, my thighs trembling around his head as I cry out his name.
Before I can fully recover, he's moving up my body, his eyes dark with intent. "Good morning," he growls, his voice rough with desire as he positions himself between my thighs.
He pushes inside me, stretching me in the most delicious way. There's no gentleness now, no careful consideration of my inexperience. This is Greyson claiming what's his, and my body responds instinctively, meeting his with my own.
"Mine," he snarls, his pace relentless as he drives into me. "Say it."
"Yours," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I'm yours, Greyson."
