I shook my head. “Of course I am, Grim. You’re scaring me. What’s going on?”
He sighed heavily, his feet scuffling along the bathroom floor. “Our mating caused my rut to return.”
I paused, backing away from the door. A rut? What the heck was a rut?
Grim’s groans came back, a slapping of skin resonating through the door.
I’ve heard of ruts for deer and horned animals. Surely he wasn’t talking about the same thing.
Another grunt and a sigh echoed in the bathroom, and I realized it was quite possible. What wasn’t possible at this point? I was mated to a wolf!
“C-can’t I help you with that?” I asked bravely.
The door knob turned, and a very exhausted looking Grim stepped out.
He was naked, and his dick was hard, come spilling from the angry purple head. It continued to drip as he fisted it, and the knot at the base was tight and bulbous.
Instead of feeling appalled, I felt heartbroken for him. He was in pain, and he was taking care of it while I slept.
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
“Wake you? Journey, a rut can be difficult for shifters. I can’t imagine what my wolf would do if my wolf got his hands on you again. I had a hard time controlling him last night.” He groaned again, gripping his shaft.
“But if we are supposed to be together, doesn’t that mean I’m supposed to handle it?” I stepped forward, brushing my lips across his chest.
My desire flooded through me. I don’t know if it was his vulnerability, his sweet thoughts about trying to keep me away from his animal, or not waking me to help with his pain, but it made me fall deeper into this pit of emotion I’d carved out of my heart for him.
I had fallen for this man that had saved me and, in turn, I saved him.
“Grim, I love you.”
Grim still had his hand on his shaft, his lips parting and his breath ragged. The furious bulbous head of his cock was pointed straight at me.
“Me?”
“What other emotion is it then when I gave my soul to you last night?” I chuckled. “I had to love you to do it, and if we are going to make this work, I need to take all of you.” I stepped forward, rubbing my hands down his stomach until I gripped his shaft.
This connection between us was powerful, and between his raging cock and my dripping core, I knew what I had to do next.
Desire pooled between my thighs, I dropped onto my knees in front of him. He rested his hand on the door, leaning against it to steady himself and shut his eyes tightly.
I licked the tip of his cock, it still leaked come from the tip as I put it into my mouth. His balls tightened, and the piercings brushed against my tongue.
“Gods!”
I could hear the splitting of wood between his fingers or claws.
My mouth widened, sucking in the smooth velvety texture. The head was swollen as it dripped down my throat. I couldn’t take in the knot, so my hands cupped it gently, caressing the tightness of the bulge. I massaged it tenderly while I bobbed my head continuously.
“Fuck!” Grim reached for the back of my head, as he pulsed his hips. I followed his lead, going faster and sucking harder. The bulge tightened; my hand squeezed around it until a large load ran down the back of my throat. The bulge that I had hoped would soften to give relief only filled again.
I swallowed the rest of the load, only to be pulled up from the ground. Grim slammed his mouth on me, tasting himself on my tongue.
“If it’s too much, tell me,” he snarled, tossing me on the bed.
I giggled at the roughness. Grim was a puppy to me, but his desirous snarls and growls turned me on more and more. His heated gaze made me pant, and he smiled as he climbed over the top of me.
This was my Grim.
