Easy peasy.
The engine revved. The car jerked forward and then back.Jesus, fuck.I eased off the gas and slowly pressed the clutch, shifting to second gear. I moved my foot off the clutch and onto the gas, and the vehicle lurched forward but didn’t stall. I guess we’d be going twenty miles an hour the entire way.
“Please, just make it home.”
“I’m really grinding your gears, aren’t I?” He didn’t laugh at my joke, but I did.
We inched home and into Grey’s driveway, moving at a snail’s pace. It honestly might have been faster to walk. But we made it.
I checked the rearview mirror for the hundredth time, making sure no hellhounds were following, and then pried my hands from the steering wheel, flexing my fingers to get the blood flowing.
Grey grunted, dragging himself from the passenger’s seat.
I stumbled around the car, attempting to help him. “That’s a lot of blood.” My eyes widened. “Isn’t it supposed to be healing?”
“It will,” he said through gritted teeth. “It is,” he corrected.
“If you say so.” I helped him up the steps of his front porch. The blood from the wraith’s attack had been overwhelming, but he had healed. The thought was a small comfort, and the tight knot in my stomach slowly began to loosen.
It took me a few tries to get the key into the lock. I wiggled it back and forth, until finally, I heard the click of the deadbolt, and the door opened. We barely stepped foot inside the house before he collapsed onto the dark brown leather couch.
“Okay, let me see it.” I knelt, peeling away the mangled material of Grey’s sweatshirt. My stomach somersaulted at thesight of the shredded flesh of his right arm. I turned my head, trying to keep the contents of my stomach from ending up in Grey’s lap.
Sweat coated his brow.
“We’ve got to clean the wound.” I stood to leave, but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me onto his lap, and kissed me. It started gently but turned desperate and needy. He coaxed my mouth open, his tongue twisting with mine.
“What do you think you’re—” I tried to pull away, but his good hand threaded through my hair, keeping me in place.
“You can’t be serious right now. You’re bleeding all over and only have the use of one arm.”
“I have enough blood to make my dick hard and only need one hand to make you come. I actually think I’ve proven I don’t need any.”
I wiggled from his lap, unzipping his pants just to make sure he wasn’t lying about having enough blood. I wrapped my hands around his hard length, working them up and down, earning a deep groan.
Maybe I was the one who was suffering from blood loss because this was idiotic.
“Lick it.” I clenched my thighs together at the pure command in his tone. I did what he said, starting at the base and dragging my tongue all the way to the tip.
“Take all of it in that pretty little mouth of yours.” I wrapped my lips around him and bobbed my head up and down. He was so big. I had no idea how he fit inside me.
“Fuck,” he murmured, grabbing a fist full of my hair. My eyes watered as he thrust deeper and faster, brutally fucking my mouth.
“Your mouth looks so good around my cock,” he said through labored breaths, and I could feel myself getting wetter at hiswords. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat and tears stung my eyes, but I forced myself to take all of him.
Saliva coated his dick and dripped down my chin as he pulled free from my mouth.
Grey leaned forward, sliding his good hand down the front of my leggings. “Let’s see how much you liked sucking my dick.” His fingers came away covered in my desire.
“Taste yourself, little witch.” He brought his fingers to my lips. Saltiness with a hint of sweetness filled my mouth as I sucked his fingers clean. “Such a good girl, you are.”
His arm snaked around my waist, hauling me to my feet. “Take them off now.” He motioned toward my leggings. I shimmied out of them, letting them fall to the floor. “Those next.” My hands shook as I pulled my underwear to my ankles and stepped free.
His eyes darkened. “Come here,” he growled. “And tell me what you want.”
“You.” The word came out more as a moan, my body shaking with need as I settled onto his lap.
“Be more specific,” he murmured into the crook of my neck, and I wanted to jump out of my skin.
