Page 190 of Claimed By a King

A yelp slips past my lips as Gray suddenly pulls me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me. “Can’t make a good impression if I let you sit on the ground, can I?” he whispers directly into my ear.

“You see what I mean?” I ask, continuing to talk to my dead mom. “That’s his version of being a gentleman, mom. But don’t think he’s only like this to suck up to you because he’s not. He even holds doors for me, and he once gave me the last food he had instead of eating it himself.”

I close my eyes, letting memories of all the things Gray’s done for me play out like a movie behind my lids.

“He’s the love of my life,” I whisper, too choked up to speak at a normal volume.

“Is that so? Am I really the love of your life, Mrs. Black?” Grayson rasps, and when I turn my head, I see him playfully waggle his eyebrows.

“I take that back,” I laugh. “He’s the bane of my existence.”

We stay at the cemetery until the cold has made my cheeks numb, and the tears I’ve shed both from laughter and hurt have long since dried.

“Fine,” I mock scoff when another gust of wind hits me. “Is this your way of saying it’s time for us to leave, huh, Leslie? You were always such a little shit.”

Gray playfully pokes me in the side, making me squeal with laughter. “Behave.”

“Okay,” I relent between bouts of laughter. “Look, I love you, Leslie. And I’m adopting your entire stuffed unicorn collection. I’ll give them a nice home near nature. Some could even say it’ll be their Nirvana.”

When Gray groans that he doesn’t want unicorns eyeing his junk while he’s balls deep inside me, I decide it really is time to go. I don’t know if I believe my mom and sister can hear us, but on the off chance they can, I don’t want them to hear anything else.

“I love you guys,” I say. “And I promise I’ll be back soon.”

On the ride back to the clubhouse, I try to let go of the conflicting emotions brewing inside me. Ever since Gunner disclosed the Reapers’ plans for Leslie, I’ve been fighting the way it made me feel. Because knowing what they had in store for her made me glad she died instead of having to live through that horror. But that’s followed by torment over being glad my sister died.

It’s a catch fucking 22.

Opening the door to our home, we’re immediately greeted by deep grunts, groans, and moans that cause my core to clench.

“Fuck’s sake,” Gray grumbles. “Can’t even leave them alone for a few hours.”

I giggle. “Are you complaining?”

“Yes,” he rasps. “You’re seeing way too many cocks that aren’t mine. It’s not right.”

Spinning around, I jump into his arms. “But I only touch yours,” I purr, wrapping my arms and legs around him. “My pussy only gets wet for yours.” I angle my hips so his hardening cock is perfectly nestled against my heat.

“You fucking better,” he growls.

We stumble through the door, Gray carrying me while also trying to rip my leather jacket off. I imagine it looks anything but graceful, but I don’t care.

“I want you,” I whimper, barely paying attention to the gyrating bodies dancing in my peripheral. “Fuck me, Gray.”

“Here? Or do you want me to take you upstairs?”

Since the Reapers took me, I haven’t wanted to participate in the orgies, so I get why he’s asking. But right now, I don’t care about the others.

“Here,” I confirm.

A moan slips free as my gaze trails over Slasher and Alana as they go at it on the bar. Slasher’s on his back, and Alana is bouncing on his cock while Rose’s being railed by Doug right next to them.

Fuck me, the cacophony of their pleasure has me so wet I can barely stand it.

“Gray,” I whimper when he’s taking too long to touch me.

“Patience, Princess,” he rasps.

Despite his words, he removes my clothes so quickly it feels like one fluent motion before I’m standing in front of him in nothing but my bra and thong.

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