Page 34 of Grave Consequences
Jerif’s jaw pulses, and his heated gaze rakes down my body and slowly back up again. “Tease,” he accuses gruffly before turning on his heel and storming off in the direction of the graveyard.
“You know you like it, asshole,” I shout after him with a smile.
Iceman shakes his head and chuckles before kissing me lightly on the lips. He huffs out an icy breath against my mouth and then moves to follow Jerif reluctantly. I watch his ass as he goes, disappointment fluttering through me that I’m not going to be reenacting any fivesome sex dreams tonight.
For a second, I’m tempted to volunteer that we all hang out near the Gate so we can fuck like rabid bunnies in its needy presence, but I’m not ready to go back into Hell yet, and I’m pretty sure Jerif and Iceman are going into Hell’s Embrace, since that’s where the actual Gate is located.
Despite the fact that I’m covered in muck, I look gratefully at the mansion in the distance. It sure beats the Center Ring of Hell, and it’s damn good to be back.
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Isigh and turn to Echo and Crux. “Be honest. How much is Grumpy Lurch going to hate me if I walk in there like this?”
Echo and Crux run amused yet hungry gazes over me. “A lot,” Echo says.
“Yep,” Crux agrees. “I better carry your half-naked,filthybody so that you don’t drip all over the mansion.”
My cheeks flame with as much heat as the space between my thighs.
“Yes, we don’t want her to get punished like a bad girl,” Echo adds. “Do we, Crux?”
“Definitely not.”
I can’t reply. My tongue wants to leap down my throat and lick my own clit, that’s how throbbing and desperate it is. How can they affect me so much just by saying a few dirty words?
Looking smug as shit, Crux walks up, but instead of scooping me in his arms all romantic-like, he opts not to, since he doesn’t want to crush my wings.
So instead, he gingerly takes the scythe from my hand and then steps in front of me and kneels down, letting me hop on his back. I wrap my hands around his neck. My fingers dig into his throat, and I give his neck a little squeeze, just to see if he’s into it. Since Taz interrupted us, the low burn in my stomach hasn’t let up, and I know the guys feel it too.
“Oh, Jeter,” Crux rumbles, his voice dropping down an octave as he looks over his shoulder at me. “I knew you were a pro batter, but I didn’t know you liked to give a good choke up.”
I swallow at the dirty baseball innuendo, and I can practically feel my eyes dilating with desire. He’s mixing my love for sex and baseball all in one, and it’s fucking working for me.
Crux starts walking the rest of the way down the driveway, his long, even strides not even jolting me. I take advantage of my spread legs wrapped around him and slowly grind my center against his back, just to give myself some much needed friction.
“Here, let me help with that.”
I gasp as Echo’s hands come up, pressing against my ass. The bottom of my cheeks are exposed from the bodysuit, and he wastes no time squeezing the bouncy flesh. With his touch, he grinds me harder against Crux’s back, and I instantly bite down on my bottom lip. Wicked heat flutters through me like my tummy butterflies have suddenly caught on fire.
Crux keeps walking, and Echo keeps palming my ass, pressing all my achy parts against Crux like it’s some integral part in getting me to the mansion. It’s all so fucking wrong and dirty, but I don’t want it to stop.
When we get to the front door, Echo sends his shadows ahead, and they turn the handle and push the door open for us. Crux doesn’t even break his stride, he just tromps right in, Echo’s hands still on my ass. He doesn’t even move them when GL appears from a side room in all his stuffy butler glory.
“Good day, sirs.”
“Hey, Strut,” Crux says cheerfully, as if he’s not carrying a half naked and half muddy me on his back.
I give Grumpy a two fingered wave. “They’re carrying me so I don’t get the floors dirty, see?” I brag in ayou can’t be mad at me for thistone.
“Hmm.” He doesn’t sound impressed, but it’s a lot better than raving mad like my last bog incident.
Echo gives my ass a little shove, hurrying Crux along. “Could you send up some food, Strut? We’re allfamished.” Echo punctuates that word with a little shadow action, as the dark wisps wrap around my waist and start moving up to tease the edge of my breasts.
“Of course,” Strut answers as Crux starts climbing the stairs.
“Thank you!” I call back to Grumpy. I really want to get on his good side, especially now that he’s delivering our meal. I can’t have another food fiasco so soon after the dinner party.
I’m insanely curious as Crux takes me upstairs and into a part of the mansion I haven’t been to yet. This place is huge, and I’ve seen very little of it. “What’s with the not having electricity in this place?” I ask, looking around as Crux hits the top of the staircase and then walks down a lantern-lit hallway.
