Furious Fire: Grimm's Circle, Book 8 (21 page)

It felt like all the blood, superheated and charged, seemed to arrow down to one specific point in his body. As his cock started to pulse and throb, he thought it was a miracle that she hadn’t already felt it pulsing against her belly.

“There’s too much.” Her words were a soft caress against his skin, sending a jolt of sensation racing through him.

He was so caught up in that, it took him a minute to realize what she’d said.

“Kalypso?” He threaded a hand through her hair, tried to understand what she meant. If she meant what he thought…

“Too much,” she said again and then she eased her hands between them.

It felt like he was cutting off an arm, letting her pull away like that.

But he took the pain and let go.

She didn’t move away, though, and that just made it worse, because now he could still feel her—she was a cooling presence against the abrading, overheated pulse of his flesh and he wanted to lose himself in that. As she laid a hand on his chest, he clenched his jaw. He wasn’t going to go to his knees and beg her. If she needed time, then—

“Too much. I know you probably have stuff you have to tell me and I don’t know shit about what’s going on. There are things inside me that don’t make sense—I don’t even have to
breathe
now,” she said, completely unaware of the torment inside him. And she trailed her hand down, her gaze on her hand, the way she was touching him. “I should worry about that, and I should ask questions.”

Now, she looked up.

The intensity of that gaze had the fire inside Finn exploding. It was so hot he thought it would scorch him. Worried it would burn her, he tried to nudge her hand away, but she moved in, pressed herself against him, a needy moan escaping her.

“I don’t care about questions…answers…anything. I just want you to take me to bed. Finn, can we just worry about everything else later?”

For a span of maybe fifteen seconds, he stood there, staring at me like I spoke another language.

His hands gripped my hips and as I sucked in a breath, the air burned inside me—it didn’t hurt. It felt like I was breathing in
him
and I loved the way it burned through me. I wanted to feel
him
burn through me.

“Finn…”

His mouth came down on mine with a hard, focused intensity.

Then, without me even realizing we’d moved, the bed was under me. He came down between my thighs and I groaned, bringing my knees up as he settled his hips between mine.

That… I whimpered at the hot, heavy length pressing against me.

I slid a hand between us, intent on just one thing—getting him naked.

He caught my hand, slammed it down onto the bed. “Not yet,” he muttered as he began to kiss a line of kisses down my chin, my throat. When his mouth, so hot and hungry, closed over my nipple, I thought I might die. With teeth, tongue and that unbelievable heat, he had me twisting and rocking against him in desperation in a matter of minutes. Then he shifted his attention to the other breast as he smoothed his free hand down my torso.

When he pushed two fingers inside me, I shuddered and lifted up against him.

That…

Right there.

I needed that. Rocking against his hand, I caught his head, pulling him to me. “Kiss me,” I demanded, the demand more of a husky plea than anything else. His lips returned to mine, his teeth scraping against the lower one, nipping it and sucking it lightly before his tongue started to tease the upper one.

The kiss was a seduction, his hands drove me to madness and I wanted, more than anything, to have him inside me.

“Stop teasing me,” I rasped into his mouth, catching his lower lip and biting him.

He laughed roughly. “I’m not teasing. Once I put my cock in you, I’m going to last minutes at best. I want to make you cry out, need to hear you scream.”

As though to punctuate those words, he twisted two fingers inside my pussy and deliberately began to screw them in and out. He rubbed his thumb over my clit while he caught one nipple between his teeth and started to bite and tug until I felt every touch—the scrape of his teeth jolted down to echo between my legs. When he teased my clit, the muscles of my sex clenched and I could feel my nipples throbbing. It was one unending, teasing, taunting caress. Too much. Way too much.

“I want you to make me scream.” I said that against his mouth and when he kissed me again, I bit his tongue and then pushed him back onto his back. He went, his eyes hooded as he stared up at me.

I caught the waistband of the loose cotton trousers he’d worn and dragged them down.

Then, still holding his gaze, I wrapped my hand around his cock and started to drag my hand up, then down.

His eyes narrowed to slits. Those red markings shifted and flowed across his flesh and I shuddered as I realized I could even feel that dancing heat under my palm. “Here too,” I murmured, dipping my head to press my mouth to his cock.

A hoarse shout escaped him and he bucked against that light kiss.

Rolling my eyes upward, I studied him.

A feverish glint echoed in his eyes. Smiling a little, I parted my lips and took the head in my mouth. It was like taking a molten, living flame inside me…like tasting fire—yet it didn’t burn. I groaned and took more. His hand tangled in my hair, right at the base of my skull like he wanted to urge me on, but wasn’t sure if he should.

If he hadn’t stretched my mouth so tight, I might have smiled. Taking as much of him as I could, I eased down and then dragged my head back up. Again. Again. Again. The thick vein along the underside pulsed in time with my rhythm and when I reached up to close my hand around the warm, heavy sac of his balls, he loosed a low litany of curses.

I squeezed and then, he moved.

I was on my back, my hands pinned over my head as he came down between my legs. “You asked for it,” he muttered, his mouth claiming mine as he settled between my thighs.

Yeah. I had. Now I was going to enjoy it.

As he tucked the head of his cock against my entrance, I groaned. I was so wet, he slid slick against me before he guided himself home. As he flexed his hips and pushed inside, I had to suck in a desperate breath of air. Then, his eyes locked on mine, he pulled out, surged back in.

It was a maddening, slow possession and I arched up to meet him, trying to drive him on, take it faster, deeper. He pressed down with his hips, using his body to control mine.

By the time he had his length seated completely within me, I’d torn small gashes into my palms and everything in me was focused on one thing—
climax
.

He started to move deeper. Swifter. I jerked against his grip, desperate to hold him tighter, to have him ride me, harder. His mouth caught my ear, his teeth tugging sharply and I cried out, blindly shouting him name.

When he let my wrists go, I gripped his shoulders, my nails sinking into the flesh there as he slid one hand down my back, caught my hips and lifted me—it was such a subtle movement but the effect was electrifying. Now, with every deep thrust, he rode my clit and the feel of that hot body rubbing against me there was more than I could handle. Too much—way, way too much.

I cried out as the muscles in me went tight, preparing for orgasm. I wanted—needed—

His mouth covered mine and I bit him, not even realizing I was going to do it.

He groaned and took the kiss deeper, like I’d just made him hungrier. I was startled to realize that was what I’d done…for me. The feel of him losing control, the faint taste of his blood, the way he held me so tight, so hard—

His name exploded through my mind and I would have screamed it, except I couldn’t do anything, except arch against him, and clutch him, so tight, desperate to never let him go as that orgasm rocked me. From the tips of my toes and spreading upward, outward.

Finn…

He snarled, his mouth plundering mine. Even as I convulsed around him again, he stiffened. A long, low moan rumbled out of him and his cock jerked. I cried out as that heated, thick pillar of flesh pulsed inside me, stroking over nerves already so sensitive.

Finn…

He sank down on top of me, his weight pinning me to the bed.

I didn’t mind at all.

Holding him to me, I turned my face into his neck.

Mine…

Tears stung my eyes. I sniffled.

“Don’t cry,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“I’m not.”

He laughed, the sound slightly dazed and then, with a ragged groan, he pushed upright until we were nose to nose. He rubbed the tip of his nose to mine and then whispered, “Here’s that first little lesson on what’s inside us. We can smell things…fears, blood, excitement…tears. You’ve cried enough over me. Please don’t cry now.”

“What about happy tears?” I curled my arms around his neck and tugged him closer, needing that so much just then.

“Hmmm.” He rolled onto his back, taking me with him. “Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.” His arms tightened around me and then, after he’d pressed a hard, fast kiss to my brow, he said, in a voice almost rough with emotion, “I can’t believe you’re here. How did this happen?”

“Didn’t I say I’d come back a thousand times…sweetheart?” I forced a light tone into my voice as he lifted his head. I wasn’t going to talk about how close I’d been to giving up. I’d been an idiot. A hundred lives of pain would be worth it, if it landed me right here.

Finn trailed a finger down my cheek. Then, to my surprise…and delight, a smile flashed across his face. It was a real smile—the first real one I’d seen from him in… lifetimes. “Don’t call me sweetheart.”

“Hmmm. Maybe I’ll just call you mine. Because you are. In this life, or any other.”

Epilogue

Fall gave way to winter. Winter gave way to summer, and then summer into fall.

The seasons merged into one another and the months blurred by. Too many of them, but she kept track of each of every one. Mandy kept track of everything simply by counting the days since she’d lost him.

Now, as a second cold, gloomy winter wrapped Scotland in her grip, Mandy made her way back to where it had happened.

The wet snow clinging to her hair, her lashes, her clothes didn’t make much difference to Mandy, even though she’d been trudging through it for nearly thirty miles.

She’d done what she’d promised—helped track down the demons who’d escaped through the rips that had appeared in the veil during that awful battle. It had taken more than two years, and too many deaths, before Sina seemed to think the worst was over.

Yesterday, the woman had told Mandy to get the hell out, go rest.

Mandy had almost returned home—home. Where she’d lived with Will. Sina had told her the place was hers.

Of course, Mandy would have killed anybody who tried to take it from her.

She hadn’t been able to stay there, though.

His scent was everywhere, although after so much time, it was fading.

Nothing was the same.

All that pristine white had faded the last time she’d managed to sneak away and go there for a few days, hoping to find solace.

It had just served to add another scar to a heart already full of them.

At first it had befuddled her the way she could leave something around him and it would slowly lose all color until it was as brilliant a white as his own clothes. She’d worried that she’d end up the same way. It hadn’t happened, not to her, and as long as she kept her clothes in her room, they were untouched by that unique, impossible power.

But the power was gone now.

The blue jeans she’d bought him as a joke were once more the faded blue.

The black T-shirts that had gone to white were now as black as they’d been when she’d bought them.

Everything that was him was gone, save for her memories, and that lingering, dying scent.

If she went back and found even that one final sign gone, it would rip her open and she’d just fall apart, maybe even cease to exist. She couldn’t handle it.

So she’d come here.

To this place where she’d seen him that final time.

If I could have let myself, I would have loved you.

Sinking to her knees in the freezing snow, she stared at the ground. It was here. In this very spot.

She couldn’t see the grass, but she knew, could feel it, like a scar on her very soul.

Reaching down, she pushed through the snow and ice until she touched frozen ground.

“It’s not over,” she said, her voice thick. “I refuse to believe you’re gone. I’ll find a way to bring you back.”

Closing her eyes, she gave herself a few minutes to pretend that he was there. That he’d heard her. That this hadn’t happened, that she’d been able to save him.

But then she stood and squared her shoulders.

She’d finished the task Sina had laid before her, because Will would have wanted it. But now it was time for the most important one… Finding Will.

“I’ll bring you back.”

She turned, but before she could take a step, something black drifted down from the sky.

She stared at it for a long moment and then she picked it up.

A single black feather.

About the Author

Shiloh Walker has been writing since she was a kid. She fell in love with vampires with the book Bunnicula and has worked her way up to the more…ah…serious works of fiction. She loves reading and writing just about every kind of romance. Once upon a time she worked as a nurse, but now she writes full-time and lives with her family in the Midwest. She writes romantic suspense and paranormal romance, and urban fantasy under the name J.C. Daniels. For more about Shiloh Walker, please visit her website:
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