Chapter 44

He flewus down to my room, holding me in his arms gently like I was a baby—and I still had no complaints. He folded his wings so easily and stepped in through the open window like he’d done it a thousand times before.

“Will you do me the honor of moving to my bedroom, Fall?” he said when we stopped in front of my bed.

I looked up at him. “Are you going to let me down first?” Because he was still holding me to his chest tightly.

“I prefer you very close to me, if you don’t mind.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Put me down, Grey. I need to use the bathroom.” I was still naked from the waist down, and though I wasn’t cold, I wanted to get out of that wet shirt and sneakers and dry off before I caught a cold or something.

Wait—did the Enchanted even get sick?

“There’s a bathroom in our bedroom. Just grab a few things you need. We’ll get the rest later,” he said, still holding onto me.

I flinched. “No, thanks. I’d rather not sleep in the same bed you slept on with your brides.” Ugh—why did that word make me want to gag so badly? I seriously just threw up in my mouth a little.

Grey laughed. “I love it when you’re jealous. Did I ever tell you that?”

“You mean, since literally last night?” I deadpanned, and he finally let me down. “Yes, you might have mentioned it once.” That morning, when we were in bed, talking.

“And did I tell you that nobody’s ever shared my bedroom with me?Ever?”

It was weird as all hell to be standing in front of him half naked, with my pants and panties missing, wet with rain and my juices and his cum that I was pretty sure was dripping down my thighs—but I still held my own.

“Right. Of course not. Even though you’ve had two brides for who even knows how long—of course, you didn’t share your bed with them. What—did you fuck them on rooftops, too?”

I sounded so bitter it wasn’t even funny.

But Grey thought it was because his shoulders were shakingas he laughed. “Nope. First time I have these.” He pointed his thumb at his back, at the wings folded behind him. “And, yes, I’ve had two brides, and I’ve been with them, which you already know. Before I saw you. In theirbeds—not mine.”

“Liar.” He was a fucking liar.

“I’ll never lie to you. Not a single time—I swear it on these wings.” His hands were on my face and he was grinning ear to ear. Such a beautiful sight—ugh. Not fair. “Nobody has ever slept in my bed, baby, but if you want, we can make a new bedroom just for us. Brand new bed. Brand new everything.”

You’ve got to be kidding me…

How in the world was I supposed to keep an attitude against that?

I sighed, closing my eyes. “No, that’s…that would be stupid.” He already had a bedroom, didn’t he?

“Then let me take you there. Just look at it. If you don’t like it, I’ll bring you back.”

“Fine,” I muttered, leaning into his hands reluctantly.

“Fine?” The asshole was still smiling.

“Yes, fine. Take me to your bedroom. But if I find out that anybody’s been in tha—” He kissed the rest of the words out of me.

Then he helped me grab a few things from the closet that I’d need right now, and he took me in his arms again and flew us right out the window.

Grey’s bedroom was on the third floor of his tower, his windows twice the size of mine, both open, so he easily flew inside without having to even stop on the windowsill first.

It was a bit bigger than the room I’d been sleeping in, and the bed was across from the three doors on the wall to my right. He had drawers and a beautiful mirror standing in the corner, the black wooden frame of it engraved with masks showing all kinds of emotions. He had black rugs on the floor, oval-shaped, and the curtains were a light grey, just like his eyes, pulled to the sides, floating a bit with the wind. He had a big desk to the right, and pieces of paper drawn with black ink were stuck to the wall. Books were stacked on either side of the desk, and on the floor near the legs.

But what took my breath away was the orange tie with a ribbon on it on the left bedside table. The same tie that had been around my wrist when I first came here, that I lost when Storm dropped me in the Woods.

Next to it was a framed drawing of eyes and a mouth and just the shape of a face, so minimalistic that it took me a second to realize it was me. It was my face as I looked over my shoulder.

Grey was behind me, one hand around my neck, pulling my head slightly to the side so he could reach my cheek. “What do you think?” Kiss, kiss. “Do you want me to make us a new bedroom?” Kiss, kiss, kiss. “Or do you want to stay here?”

I leaned back against his chest with a sigh, not ready to even start to analyze why it felt like I’d been here before. Why it felt like this place was already mine. Why it felt like I was going to sleep in that bed better than I ever had before. I would rest in it for real.

“We’ll stay here,” I said, and only when the words left my lips did I realize their meaning.

Slowly, I turned to face Grey, not strong enough to step away from his embrace yet.

“Good,” he said, eyes wide and glistening as he looked at my lips.

“But first I’m going to shower, Grey. And then we’re going to talk.” There were so many things I needed to figure out still—so many things.

Grey kissed the tip of my nose. “Deal,” he told me. “If you let me shower with you.”

How could I say no?

We fucked in the shower.

Before going in, I was a hundred percent convinced that I would hold my ground. I wasn’t going to budge. I was going to keep him off me, shower, get dressed, then talk. Just sit on that bed and talk.

But then he was naked and wet again and he looked like a fucking angel of death with those wings at his back, and my resolve went down the drain together with the hot water. So easy it was kind of pathetic.

I was looking at his cock, hard already, and Grey raised a brow in question.

“You’re hard,” I pointed out, just in case he didn’t notice.

“Is that an accusation?”

“It is! I told you—we need to talk first.”

“Baby, but you’re naked, in my bedroom, in my shower. There is no power in heaven or earth to keep me soft.”

My mouth opened and closed about a dozen times.

“I can’t even stand to look at you,” I mumbled in the end.

“Then you don’t have to look at me at all.” And he moved.

One second he was standing in front of me, barely a foot away in the spacious shower, and the next, my front was pressed to the black tiles, and Grey was behind me.

I moaned. “What are you…what…fuck, Grey!” Unfair. It was completely unfair.

“I’ll be doing the fucking, baby. You just spread those gorgeous legs for me and take it.”

I groaned—how did he make me so fucking wet so quickly?

My legs spread to the sides like my body was at his command. He was spewing curses under his breath as he gripped my hips and leaned back his torso to look down between us, to see how his hard cock rested between my ass cheeks. I couldn’t see it, but I felt it perfectly fine.

When the minute was over, I was willing to get on my knees and beg.

Really, truly pathetic.

Luckily, Grey was even more impatient than me this time. He held me against the tiles by the back of my neck, and when he stepped back, he pulled my hips, too, bending me over. I held onto those tiles for dear life as I rose on my tiptoes, jutting my ass up, desperate for him.

Another string of curses, and Grey had enough.

The next second, he let go of my neck, took his cock in his hand, and thrust it inside me all the way at once.

My face was pressed against the tiles as I moaned. Grey squeezed my hips hard, then moved himself up and down while his cock was still inside me, like he meant to stretch me all the way. I cried out so much my throat was raw within a minute.

“Does it still hurt, baby?” Grey whispered because he could tell how badly my legs were shaking.

“Yes,” I choked, and when he moved a little, I actually panicked that he’d pull out of me, so I said, “Don’t you dare stop—I can take it.” It hurt so good I never wanted to stop.

Grey dug his fingers into my hips even harder and growled deep in his throat. “Yes, you can. You take it so fucking well.”

He thrust his hips up hard and fast, making me one with the tiles again.

From then on, he didn’t stop.

We didn’t take it slow like on the rooftop. We were hungry, in a rush, desperate to feel each other as deeply as we could. He rose on his tiptoes to give me all his length and I pushed my hips back as far as he let me, which wasn’t much. Then he spread my legs to the sides of his, his chest pressed to my back. He grabbed my wrists and pulled them over my head, holding them against the tiles.

All I could do was hold onto his fingers and cry out his name as he had his way with me, his pelvis slamming against my ass, his cock reaching deep inside me with each new thrust.

I came so hard I forgot my own damn name, and the way he moaned and groaned and growled while he held himself on his tiptoes and let me ride the high would have you thinking he was in pain. He loved the feeling of me coming on his cock, and he didn’t have to say a single word for me to know it.

And then, it was his turn.

He fucked me so fast, so hard that he came seconds after, his lips on the side of my neck. That’s why I felt it when his fangs extended down his upper lip, and every inch of me froze in place.

Fangs. Blood.

His fangs inside me, sucking on my life force. Filling his body up.

“Fall, it’s okay,” he whispered. “I would never bite you without your permission. Please, don’t be afraid of me, baby.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, barely holding back a moan when he spoke against my neck like that and grazed me with the tip of his fangs as if to show me that he was in complete control of himself.

He thought I was afraid—of course he did. I should have been afraid. He was a vampire, a winged vampire with fucking fangs, yet I felt safer here with those fangs against my throat than I ever had before in my life.

Not only that, but I wanted him to feed on me.

God help me, I wanted him to have all of me, in every possible way.

“Fall—” He tried to push himself off me, mistaking the way my heart was thundering in my chest.

“Bite me.”

The words slipped from my lips almost by accident. My pussy throbbed—how was this a sexual thing? Fangs and blood shouldn’t have been sexual, yet here I was, squeezing his cock that was still inside me.

Grey growled in my ear. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I said wholeheartedly. Fuck, yes, I was sure. I needed his fangs in my neck right now.

Maybe it was the thrill. Maybe it was because of how good it had felt during the Blood Call. Maybe because I wanted to know that I was satisfying his every need, which right now was the most important thing in the world for me.

But when Grey’s fangs slipped into my neck the next second, and he began to suck, I was instantly lost in a trance that was almost as good as an orgasm.

My eyes closed and I was moaning. He wrapped an arm around my waist tightly and I fell on his chest while he cupped my breast. I snaked my hand around his neck and grabbed a fistful of his wet hair to keep him in place.

I don’t know how long we stayed there because I completely lost track of time and space and everything that wasn’t Grey, but eventually, he was whispering my name. Eventually, he had his arms wrapped around me, and my feet were no longer touching the floor.

Fuck, I was so peaceful. I was so calm, so relaxed. My body had never been so light.

I fell asleep right away.