I force my mouth to stay closed, heart thumping. It happened in twenty seconds or less.
Garrowayclimbsup the side of the wall like a boogeyman from a fable, hiking himself up nearly twenty feet in three long jumps, never slowing his stride.
I can’t keep from gawking any longer.
His hands perch on the windowsill, leaning into the dark room. His smile is depraved, blood trickling between his teeth and down his chin and neck. “Blech,” he says. “Disgusting, tainted blood. The man tastes awful.”
The haze in my head clears. I blink quickly, knowing I might not have the chance for a while because Garro is taking my focus. He looks disarmingly dangerous and handsome, moon silhouetting him against the sky.
“Maybe my blood will taste better for you,” I say lowly.
“I know it will, lass. If you’d only offer it.”
He puts a hand out.
I thread my fingers with his without thinking. I expect to pull him inside the room through the window, but instead he pullsmeand I gasp when my body pitches forward. “Garro! Wh-What—”
“The views much better from up here, Mistress.” He gives me a wink, which looks much more deadly and imposing when his face is covered in another man’s blood. “Join me.”
All I can do is nod. I’ve never seen this demanding side of the grayskin, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t arouse me. Seeing him put an end to a despicable man was only the first nail in thecoffin. Now watching him orchestrate a devious affair undoes me, and I willingly squeeze my body through the window despite knowing I’ll drop twenty feet if he drops me.
“Hold tight,” he says, arm wrapping around my tense middle like an iron band.
Before I can respond, he hauls me into the air and grunts when pushing off. My world goes weightless, stomach plummeting to my feet as he jumps ten feet in the air with me in his arms, acting like I weigh nothing at all.
I’m not a small girl. I’m tall and thick. To see him handle me so easily shows me how much strength he truly has, even as a half-blood.
His free hand grips the lip of the roof, which he drags us over. Next thing I know, I’m on my back on the hard shingles of the roof, staring up at the moon and black sky.
His body frames mine a second later, taking residence above me and blocking the moonlight. Blood drips onto my face as he smiles down, arms framing my head. My feet dangle off the edge of the roof.
Our eyes search each other—his red and wild, mine dark and needful. Then I reach up and grip his throat, surprising him. I bare my teeth and he smiles as I yank his face to mine. My mouth sears over Garroway’s bloody lips. I taste the hot iron, the metallic texture, as my tongue collides with his.
Lifting a knee between us, I feel the bulge of him, constrained against his pants. My leg runs friction against his length and he groans in my mouth as I deepen the kiss.
My other hand wraps around Garroway’s body and I tug him closer. He’s thinner than me, wiry and built to be manhandled. I know he loves every waking second of it.
The half-blood lets out a small sound as I crush his body against my breasts. My hand slithers beneath his pants to grip his tight ass, his cheeks flexed against my hold. “Relax,” I order.
“Yes, Mistress,” he answers diligently, and his flesh soothes in my palm.
I run my hand lower, between him, and trail a ghosting touch over his balls. He tightens again, groaning, before I give him a stern eye which makes him relax.
My next probe settles the moment. I sink two fingers into his asshole and his lips part with a long sigh. “Do you like that, cub? Do you enjoy when your mistress plays with you and rewards you for doing such a good job?”
He nods incessantly, forehead falling between my neck and the crook of my shoulder. “Y-Yes! Fuck me stupid, Mistress, you’re amazing. Please don’t stop.”
I finger his hole and watch as he spills himself inside his pants, soiling the fabric darker. A wicked smile curves along my face in the night sky. The chill on the roof is a nice contrast to the heat budding between our bodies.
“Take your cock out and do what you want to me,” I tell him. “You deserve it, Garro.”
He nods hurriedly, huffing as he rips his pants down once I’ve withdrawn my fingers from his ass. His cock swings out—hard as the shingle I’m laying on—slightly curving, dripping his arousal. His eyes glitter as they drag over my body. I can only imagine what devious purpose he has for me, his hips straddling my stomach. Knowing his strength, he can destroy me if he wants.
Garroway crawls forward, over my softer body, dragging his balls across me belly before dipping low. I chuckle, immediately knowing what he intends, and then lift my tunic from my waist.
When I let my tunic fall over his thick cock, he presses against the underside of my breasts. I sandwich them together with my hands, smiling up at him. “You naughty, greedy boy. You want these tits controlling you, is that it?”
He nods like a puppy, eager and so damned greedy. “Please give me your warmth, little honey badger.”
