Chapter 31

We lockedeyes while I licked his cum off my lips, his cock still in my hands. Grey looked completely possessed, wings spread and fangs out, his eyes so bloodshot the grey in them had disappeared completely.

I smiled—this was one of my favorite looks on him, too, possessed and desperate and fascinated at the same time as he looked down at me.

Then he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back until I cried out, and slowly leaned down to lick my lips.

"My turn," he whispered, and I moaned just at the sound of his voice. Dark and smoky, exactly like the sight of him.

He moved us so fast I didn't even see what the hell he was doing, until I was on my back and my pants were off me. He touched my body with urgency, devouring me with his eyes alone, and then he moved again, pulling me up by the waist as he lay down on the jacket, his wings disappearing from his back once more.

Before I knew it, he had sat me on his stomach.

Bringing his fingers to his face, he tapped his lips. "Up here, baby. Come sit on my face."

The anticipation alone made my insides melt. My first instinct was to be embarrassed and say no and get up or lower down and kiss him, but I squashed that instinct until it faded away completely. Fuck everything—I was going to sit on Grey's face even if the embarrassment killed me.

My body was shaking as I slowly moved my knees higher up. When I reached below his arms, he grabbed my waist and pulled me down, taking my breast in his mouth furiously. I fell forward on my hands and let him take his time. God, the way he handled me was fucking perfection. I loved it when he took it slow, but I loved it more when he showed me exactly how crazy my body made him.

I looked down at him as he devoured my breasts, biting and sucking on my nipples like he was on a damn race until my skin was raw red. My hips were already moving in rhythm with his tongue, and if he touched me just a little, I'd be gone in seconds.

But Grey put his arms under my thighs and pushed me up. Then he grabbed my hips and lowered me on his face while I watched, completely shocked, like I was not in control of my body at all. His tongue was out, and I saw it when it pressed against my clit as he lowered me to it gently, then kept me there for a moment, not quite sitting, where he could tease me with his tongue and I could see it all in detail.

My hands almost let go of me and my legs were shaking so badly, even though he held my weight. To see the way he kissed and licked and sucked on my clit was a different beast. He loved the taste of me as much as I loved the taste of him, and his moans said so. The way he stuck his tongue inside me screamed it loud and clear.

Then he pulled my hips down all the way, and I lost control for real.

Sitting up, I made myself comfortable with my knees on the sides of his head. His hands wrapped around my thighs and he stuck his tongue inside me again, eyes half open, lost in ecstasy. I began to move instantly, the orgasm so close I could taste it, but I didn't want to come right away. His fingers dug in my thighs and I gripped his hair as I moved my hips on his face, up and down, like a damn savage. His mouth on me felt so fucking good. My head fell back, and I screamed, unable to control myself. My back arched with each movement more, and when he pressed his tongue to my clit like that, my muscles locked in place. The wet sound this mouth made as he ate me filled my head, and when he pushed me back and forth on him while his tongue was inside me, I let go. Impossible to hold back.

I pulled on his hair and pressed against his face so hard I feared I hurt him, but he was pulling me down even harder like he couldn't get enough of my pussy. I moved until I'd seen all the stars in the sky and every inch of outer space, lost in such a beautiful bliss that I didn't come down for a long, long time.

Grey kept whispering in my ear because we were lying down again, apparently. He was behind me, had me wrapped up in his arms and was kissing my neck. I loved how fully I let go with him, how I trusted him to take care of me without bothering to even look if I'd fallen on my face. He'd never allow it.

And his cock was hard again, pressed against my ass.

My eyes were wide open once more, and the fire that burned low just three feet away from us was nothing compared to the one burning under my skin.

"Grey," I whispered, moving my hand behind me so I could touch him. "That was…that was…" I didn't have the word for it yet, but… "I want more."

He bit my earlobe, sucking it in his mouth, his hips thrusting forward while I jerked him off slowly.

"As much as you want, baby. You can sit on my face forever. I'll fucking die a happy man," he said in that thick, hoarse voice that raised the skin on my arms.

"Don't you dare. I need you to do other things to me, too. All the things," I whispered, moving my hand faster. Just the feel of his hard cock against my skin was magnificent, and when I raised my ass and pushed it down between my cheeks, it was almost too much to bear. We both moaned, eyes closed, surrendering to the sensation. The tip of him was right at my entrance and I was already desperate to feel him inside me.

Grey gripped my hips before he moved me forward and back, while the length of him slid between my folds, teasing me.

Fuck, the way he felt. I arched my back to give him better access, and his cock slid so smoothly from my entrance and to my clit. He kept me there for a second, then brought a hand forward, between my legs, and held up his tip so I felt all of him. God, I was moving like crazy, pushing back and forth, so wet I'd soaked every inch of him.

"You like that?" Grey whispered from behind me, and my response was a moan as I fell against his chest and hooked my hand around his neck to pull him to me. I needed his lips on mine, too.

Grey's tongue was in my mouth and he tasted of my juices, too. He wrapped his arm under my neck and brought it forward, squeezing my breast, keeping me tightly to his chest so that I couldn't move more than a couple inches, until I was ready to lose my fucking mind.

"How do you want me to fuck you, my queen? Say the word," he said when he let go of my lips. "Do you want to lie down or stand up?" He continued to massage my breast and press the tip of his cock to my clit as he moved. "Or do you want to be on all fours and raise your ass in the air for me?"

I cried out so hard it took us both by surprise.

Grey grinned. "I think we have a winner."

Before two seconds were over, he had me in perfect position, and he was on his knees behind me, right in front of my ass. He slapped me so hard the sting of it somehow turned my pleasure up a couple levels, and I cried out again before my arms shook so badly that I had to lower myself on my elbows. Like that, my ass was in the air just like he wanted.

Grey whispered things to me I was too focused on the feel of him to understand. He put his legs on the sides of mine and gripped my ass as he slid his cock up and down my wet folds, and all the way up between my cheeks.

"Bend lower," he ordered, and I'll be damned if I didn't cry out. He even knew how to order me, and I'd submit to his every whim when he did, no questions asked.

Leaning on my forearms, I lowered until my face was against the jacket, and he slapped my ass again, hard. My knees shook and I thought they might give up on me, but Grey gripped my hips and held me in place as he teased my entrance with his cock.

"Grey, please," I kept begging, but he was going to take his time.

"I want to preserve you exactly as you are, baby," he whispered, running a hand down my back, bending over, too, so that I felt all of him against me perfectly. "And at the same time, I want to fucking destroy this beautiful body until you can't feel any of it anymore."

Yes, yes, yes!

All that came out of me were screams of pleasure and I pressed my ass back hard, trying to take him in.

"That's a good girl. Keep pushing," Grey growled, bending over my back, biting my shoulder. "Your ass was made for me, baby. You're perfect. So fucking wet and soft and perfect…"

He held himself right there, and reached for his cock, brought the tip at my entrance, and he thrust himself inside me all the way at once.

I screamed into the jacket as my body stretched to adjust to his size. Then Grey rose up on his knees, gripping my hips so tightly they'd surely bruise, and this time he fucked me hard and fast.

It was exactly what I needed. I held onto his hands as he pumped in and out of me, his pelvis slapping against my ass, the sound in perfectly rhythm with our moans. I lost myself completely, and Grey didn't stop going for a long time, until every inch of my body was shaking with the need for release.

When he began to slow down a little, his thrusts got deeper, and he held himself inside me for longer, moving up and down while he was buried to the hilt, touching my very soul until I was completely blind to the world around me.

Then he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up in one movement, slamming my back against his chest.

His hands were everywhere on me before one settled around my neck, the other on my boob. He held me there, kneeling for him, and continued to fuck me from behind at a slower pace.

Fuck, I needed this to last forever. It was perfect.

Almost perfect.

"Bite me, Grey," I choked because this deep need inside me I'd never even known existed reared its head, and I trembled at the memory of how it felt to be bitten by Grey.

The surprise made him slow down his rhythm for a moment, but I pushed my hair to the other side as well as I could, and I hooked my hand around his neck, pulling his face down on me.

"Bite me, baby. I need your fangs in me."

The tips of his fangs slid into my skin the next moment.

My eyes rolled in my skull. He touched my body everywhere with a new urgency as he slowly drank me in, but his hips never stopped moving. The sensation that took over me was incredible, way beyond words. I came with his name on my lips, completely delirious, ready to jump into oblivion even if I knew I'd never return again.

Grey didn't take much from me, and when he came, too, he let go of my neck, squeezed me to his chest, and buried himself deep inside until his cum dripped down my thighs.

I was completely spent, and I let go of my body, knowing he'd catch me before I fell.

He did.

He lay us down gently and put my head over his shoulder, wrapping me up around him like he couldn't bear the thought of not touching me, either. My heartbeat and my breathing calmed down quickly, and I couldn't open my eyes for the life of me, not even when he whispered, I love you, and kissed my forehead.

Sleep took me within minutes.

For three dayswe stayed on the Eighth Isle, searching for Valentine. Hiding away in the cave. Talking and making love possibly once every single hour.

I couldn't get enough of Grey. My body thrived in his proximity, and my magic could barely contain itself inside me. It had grown so strong I started using it to randomly move rocks around the mountain, just to ease the tension. And the more blood I asked Grey to take from me, the better I felt in my own skin—a combination I never even thought possible, but here we were.

Storm went off the Isle constantly, and he brought back things—clothes and sheets, still clipped to a thick wire, which meant he'd stolen them from whoever had left them out to dry, but I wasn't complaining. I had a new pair of sweatpants and a couple of clean shirts, even a pretty red dress. No underwear, but it's not like I was ever keeping mine on, anyway, so I hardly noticed.

Storm brought us food, too, mostly fruits but some vegetables as well, which we cooked over the fire outside the cave. Grey said it was safe to eat cooked meat of the mutated animals that lived on this Isle, too. Even though it didn't taste or look any different, I was still disgusted, so I ate very little.

We had clean water and we had the cave, and most importantly, we had each other.

Those three days quickly became the best days of my life, which was funny considering we were on a deserted Isle that was left in ruins, with nothing on it but monsters and rocks and the body of a dormant siren together with her guardian dragon.

No Valentine anywhere, but the more we stayed here, the more my instincts insisted that I shouldn't leave. The more days passed and the more magic gathered inside me, the more I was sure that we couldn't leave this place yet—because Valentine was here.

And Shadow proved it to me.

I saw him flying near the top of the mountain all by himself on the morning of the second day, and even though it was incredibly dark on the Isle, and he flew away too fast for me to make out details, I knew it was him. The more magic in my body, the better my ears, and I could tell when Shadow was beating his wings close by among a million other dragons. I'd learned his rhythm perfectly without even realizing it.

It helped that Grey believed me. I didn't even have to try to convince him—I said I saw Shadow, and he didn't question it for a second, just sent Storm to search for him around the Isle.

I loved him a little bit more for that.

And that truth had shocked me just this morning when I woke up.

He was there, lying by my side—always by my side. I had yet to wake up and find him away from me because he claimed watching me sleeping was one of his favorite things to do. I didn't mind it one bit, but when I woke up and I found him with his arm over me and his eyes closed and a content half smile on his face—because he knew I was awake—my heart all but burst right out of me because I loved him more than I'd ever loved anything in my life.

Though the thought had obviously occurred to me before, it was only this morning that I accepted it.

I was completely, helplessly in love with Grey Evernight.

"Good morning, my beautiful Fall," he whispered, lazily opening his eyes as he came to lay over me. My body adjusted to him instantly and my legs spread and my arms found their way around his neck.

"Good morning," I muttered as he planted kisses all over my face.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Mhmm…" I always slept perfectly well because he was holding me all night.

That, and he exhausted me properly every single night until I collapsed.

"You were calling my name in your sleep," he whispered against my lips.

I smiled. "Maybe I was dreaming about you." Not that I remembered any dreams.

"Maybe," he said, kissing me slowly. "Maybe you were dreaming of what's about to happen in a minute."

I pretended to be surprised. "Oh, yeah? What's that?"

He grinned like the devil.

I used the kitchen knives I'd taken from the castle to cut off most of his beard, but I left his hair a bit longer on purpose. It suited him perfectly, even if it made him look even more like his great-great-whatever grandfather from five hundred years ago.

"Just a little something to make my girl scream," he whispered, then stuck his tongue in my throat. He grabbed both my hands and brought them up over my head, and held them there, not letting me move. "Just to show her how frustrating my night has been to watch her ass pressed to my cock and feel her tits in my hand and hear my name on her lips." He wouldn't even let me say a single word as he kissed me again, furiously, then pressed his hips onto me harder. "Do you have any idea how hard I've been all night, baby?"

I moaned into his mouth because he wouldn't let go of my lips.

"So fucking hard it was painful. I couldn't wait for those beautiful eyes to open."

"Gre—" Impossible to speak when he thrust his tongue inside my mouth like that, and I didn't really want to, so…

"I couldn't wait for these legs to spread for me. You're so fucking wet you smell incredible," he said, pushing himself lower so that the length of him slipped between my wet folds, making my eyes squeezed shut. Of course, I was wet—we were naked and he was on top of me and he was holding my hands over my head—not to mention the way he talked to me.

"I'm going to make love to you slowly, Fall. Just so you know the sweet torture I've endured all night," he whispered. "Raise your hips for me, baby." He raised his own, giving me a little room to do the same. Our bodies knew each other so well that as soon as I moved, the tip of his hard cock was already at my entrance, and he slid inside me so smoothly. So beautifully.

I lived in moments like that—truly lived.

And the morning lasted a long, long time because true to his words, Grey took it slowly, never rushed even when I begged him. He showed me exactly how long his night had been, and I already couldn't wait for him to show me the same thing tomorrow morning, too.

After breakfast,Grey took me outside to attack a rock.

"I don't know how," I said, looking at the darkness of the Isle, still hopeful that something about it had changed, that it would give us a sign as to what to expect. It all looked the exact same, though.

"Just do whatever you did to Tristian or those beasts," said Grey, standing beside me as we both looked at the big round rock he'd put not ten feet away from the entrance of his cave.

I flinched. "Except that rock is not trying to force himself on me or eat me." That magic had worked only when I was terrified. Completely, utterly terrified.

The look in Grey's eyes darkened instantly, and I bit my tongue. Any time his brothers were mentioned, he got fucking murderous. I needed to learn how to keep them out of our conversations for a little while, at least.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," I muttered. "I just mean?—"

"Don't do that, Fall," he cut me off, coming in front of me. "Don't apologize for someone else's wrongdoings. Tristian should be sorry." His eyes closed. "Tristian will be sorry."

"Grey, don't."

"He will die, too," he said, matter-of-factly, like it was a done deal.

"No!" I said, frustrated already. He and his brothers needed to learn their goddamn lesson already. "Look at me," I insisted when he didn't reply, and I stepped closer, grabbing his face in my hands. "You will not kill Tristian."

"He—"

"I don't care—no killing Tristian!" I couldn't believe he actually needed me to spell out those words for him.

Suddenly, Grey nodded. "Then I swear it. You have my word. No killing Tristian."

He was full of shit. "I mean it, Grey."

"So do I." And he kissed me. "Now, focus on that rock, baby." He moved behind me, his hands on my shoulders, while I breathed in deeply to calm my already racing heart. I had yet to learn how not to be turned on every time Grey so much as gave me a peck on the lips, and by the looks of it, it was going to take me a long time.

"I really don't know how." Right now, I was turned on, not scared. The magic was inside me, but I had no idea how to make it do what it had done before. That part wasn't in the book Valentine had written. The rest of it, making fire and levitating stuff in the air, was easy to do—he explained the process so simply, but not this.

And at the thought of him… "Can't we just go searching for Valentine first? Maybe he came out of hiding this morning."

"He hasn't. Storm would know."

"Where is Storm, anyway? Is he out there?" He seemed to be spending more time out of the darkness that covered this Isle than in here with us.

"No, he's around here somewhere. He was in the Woods last night, though," Grey said, and my heart skipped a beat.

"And?" I was still waiting for something to happen out there, too. For something to change.

Grey shook his head. "Everything's the same as always. All the Isles are as they should be." I sighed. That was a good sign, at least. "It's important that we know what you can do, baby," Grey continued. "It's important we know what your magic is. How about you just give it a try? Just imagine that rock is falling on your head and you can't move. All you have is your magic."

Well, damn. Just the idea of it sent a rush of fear throughout me. "I can try, I guess." And I did. I closed my eyes and I imagined that I was stuck in place, completely paralyzed, and that a huge rock was coming to squash me to the ground. I imagined it so vividly that it felt real. In my mind, I could hear it coming for me like a melody, and I could feel the rocks underneath my feet shaking violently.

Fuck, my imagination rocks, I thought, and the magic was there to access easily. I pulled it out with the intent of destroying that rock so it never had the chance to hurt me. That's all I wanted—to destroy it, to stop it, to keep it away from me at all costs.

When the wave of magic came out of my raised hands, I opened my eyes to see what it would do, and I did. I saw it, even though it was just a wave of invisible energy rippling the air until it hit its target right in the middle. The ground shook harder—this time for real. It shook like someone was slamming a damn hammer at the mountain, and that piece of rock began to change right there before our eyes. It was opening up to the sides like it was made out of fucking liquid and it could change shape. It turned square, the edges of it where it touched the ground solid so that there was no way it could roll toward me. Instead, it continued to pull itself open down the middle, and it was falling apart like it was no longer made of rock.

"Oh, my God," I whispered, so completely focused on that rock that I didn't see anything else until it stopped spilling on the ground, still rock but somehow moving like it was liquid.

"Fall," Grey said, pulling my eyes to him, and he was looking at the rock, too. He saw all of it, but that's not what he meant.

A roar came from somewhere behind us as Storm flew closer, and Grey looked down at the ground. That's when I realized, it was still shaking. The mountain was still shaking.

Every hair on my body stood at attention. What the hell did I do?! Had I unleashed that magic on the rest of the mountain, too? Because it was still shaking and groaning like it was being hammered at the very foundation.

Except… "It wasn't me," I whispered when Storm landed a few feet away, sniffing the rocks beneath his talons. That hadn't been me at all—not the ground groaning or shaking. It hadn't been my imagination—someone else had caused it.

"It's coming from the inside," Grey whispered, pointing his finger toward the ground, his wings spread all the way.

My ears rang as the realization hit me. "Valentine."

Wherever that noise was coming from, I was willing to bet my life that it was Valentine's doing—and Grey agreed.