I lower my head to lick over his collarbone. “They will not be invited.”
Grant laughs again, then groans, but the reminder that the rest of the Hunt exists does bring something to mind. “Are we likely to be disturbed?”
“What?”
“Now. Are we likely to be disturbed?”
“I don’t—Fuck. What time is it?”
I stay wrapped in the cradle of his hips as I reach out for one of our phones. Grant’s is closest, and the screen tells me it is only six o’clock.
“We’ve got time,” Grant says, urging my head back down. “We’re going to find Jakob tonight. Later. Not now.”
I have alotof thoughts about that, and all of them are less urgent than our next kiss and the way Grant rocks his hips against mine. His shirt is not all the way off, but we both work at his shorts, then my pyjama bottoms, and when I lower my hips again, our cocks rub together and we groan in unison.
I glance down. He is thicker than me, uncut, hair neatly trimmed at the base. And he is hard, just as I am, from nothing more than the kisses and touches we have already exchanged.
Grant reaches down, but I grab his hand and thread our fingers together. “Let me?”
“Fuck, I told you. Whatever you want.”
Whatever I want, except the tense lines of his body tell me a different story, which is that we both only have so much patience. I peck him on the lips before I shuffle lower, nothing graceful about it, but neither of us cares about that. Grant whines when I kiss below his ribs, then again when I bite his hip. His eyes widen like he does not believe what I am about to do.
I drag his shorts off, toss them away, and when I slide my hands up his thighs, the muscles tremble beneath my palms. I have been alive for a long time. I have commanded armies. I have stood by the Huntsman’s side, knowing myself to be one of the most powerful creatures this side of the veil.
None of that power has been as heady as this. Grant gazes upon me with unadulterated trust and adoration, either in spite of everything or because of it. His chest rises and falls quickly, cheeks flushed, lips parted and soft and welcoming.
I lower my head and take him into my mouth. Grant shouts, tensing as he tries to keep his hips still, and I slide my tongue along his length as I attempt to take him deeper and deeper.
“Vlad, Vlad,Vlad, oh God, that’s so good, you’re so good—”
The praise warms me. I cover what length I cannot swallow with my hand, using spit to slick the way. It is messy, sounds obscene, but Grant digs his heels into the duvet and arches his back when I suck hard, and that is all that matters.
That is all that matters until he threads his fingers through my hair. I go still, eyes flicking up to meet his. Grant stills, too.
“Okay?” he asks, voice smaller.
I hum around his cock, and he shivers.
“I just wanna… Just need to hold on.”
I lift off with a leisurely lick, savouring the taste of him, just for a moment. “Pull.”
“W-what?”
“You heard me.”
His pupils blow wide, making his eyes even darker. “Yeah, I did.”
I lower my head again, swallowing more of him this time. Grant’s hand tightens in my hair. He goes carefully at first, clearly intent on not hurting me, but I know it will not hurt in any way I do not like. I stroke my other hand up his inner thigh, ghosting my fingertips over his balls, and Grant moans, pulling a little harder.
Tingles travel over my scalp and shoot down my spine as my eyelids flutter. Grant gasps. He understands. He will learn, and so will I. We will learn everything there is to know about oneanother. We will learn new things about ourselves, and we will learn it all together.
I move my head faster, and each time I take Grant as deeply as I can, he tugs on my hair, enough to make me groan and push my hips down, trying to get enough friction. Grant praises me, words falling from his mouth that I do not think he even consciously registers. They come faster and faster as he gets closer. His grip tightens too, the sting of pain sending pleasure shooting down my spine.
I might come just like this. My face heats again. Will Grant like that? I think so. For all that we have known each other for so long, we clearly have never understood what we truly think of one another, or this revelation would have come years ago.
No matter. We are here now. I lift my head, running the flat of my tongue along the length of Grant’s shaft, and he whimpers when I flick it over his cockhead and then around the underside.
