We’ve found tons of couples with similar stories. Texas and Devin, the owners of Loveless. And two brothers, much like Kenji and me. Harley and Aero. We’re like one big fucked-up gay family. We spend so much time together and share stories. It’s everything I’ve missed before leaving Silvercrest. But I’ll never truly escape the duties of being a Grim. One day, the call might come where we have to leave. Until then, KJ and I live our lives happily.
It’s beautiful.
“You look like a goddamn snack,” my brother mutters, dragging his thumb across his lips, staring at me with hunger. We’re at home, on lawn chairs in our backyard. Aero and Harley, Devin and Tex, and Credence—mine and KJ’s cousin—and Wren—our uncle—are all inside, drinking smoking a bowl, all while we just finished cooling off in the pool. None of them are shy about voyeurism, so the words spill out of my mouth before thinking better of it.
“Then eat me.”
He sidles up to me, kneeling while untying my board shorts. In no time, he’s taking me into his throat, sucking me harshly, not even gagging. Since we’ve been together, his cock sucking has become unchallenged. No one could ever come close, make me feel this way, or be special like he is with me.
His hand glides up my abs, brushing my nipples before tugging the metal barbells. He groans around my cock, and I moan in response. As I’m fucking his face, he’s taunting my body with his hands. I gently push him off, needing to be inside him.
“I want to fuck you,” I groan, watching as he momentarily pouts with his swollen lips. They’re rosy and wet, sexed up like his tousled hair. I’m addicted to him, so fucking much it should scare me.
“Then fuck me,” he taunts, rising off the chair. When I put my dick away, knowing he’s wanting to lead me inside, we notice our audience. They’re smirking, all of them. Credence and Wren are still inside, but the other couples aren’t denying the show.
“Looks like your husband wants you to fuck him, Atlas,” Aero teases, taking a swig of whatever he’s drinking. Harley chuckles under his breath. Dev and Tex are holding back their laughter, barely, but all of them look ready to fuck their partners and we can’t exactly blame them. What we do together is hot and illegal. It’s dark and depraved, and like now, when I’m craving the taste of my brother and his blood, it’s about to be fucking messy.
“I know that look,” Harley mutters, eyeing me before staring longingly at Aero. “Be careful or you’ll scar.”
It’s not news he and his beau and me and my brother have blood fetishes, once we got high and discussed it. I smile at my brother, giving him my attention. “You must not know my husband, guys,” I mock, smirking at them all. “He likes to bleed for me, and he definitely likes when we both leave scars.”
“Fuck, yeah, I do,” KJ confirms.
“Then by all means,” Devin jokes, waving to the entrance to our house.
“Be as loud as you want!” Tex hollers after us as we leave.
“Please, don’t,” both Credence and Wren say in unison as we’re laughing. It seems like Grims are tainted goods, but they’re happy like us. Which makes us happy.
“You know where the door is,” I respond, gesturing to the door. “Not going to fuck quiet for the sake of your ears.”
“He couldn’t shut me up if he tried,” KJ muses from beside me. I kiss him full on the lips, and he groans.
“That’s our cue,” Credence mutters, heading to the pool, dragging our uncle with him.
And we head to our room, shutting the door. What those fuckers don’t know is it’s pretty soundproof—we wanted to be able to fuck without people bothering us. Kenji rushes to our toy drawer, the one with all the things he likes to play with, but most of all, our favorite knife.
He pulls out the stiletto he bought me and smiles as he flicks the blade out.
“One for each moan in the presence of others,” I growl, grabbing the knife from his nimble fingers. He smirks.
“Triple it,” he goads, a glutton for the sting.
“Remove your clothes, baby,” I command, and he swiftly removes his trunks, his cock smacking his chest. He’s mine. All mine. Forever. I stalk toward him as he sprawls across the bed. Knowing he’ll want to touch me, and realizing I won’t last if he does, I grab his limbs, handcuffing him to the headboard. “So sexy when you’re defenseless,” I groan out, watching him lick his lips suggestively.
“You’re doing a lot more talking than cutting, brother. Maybe I’m the one who should be marking you.”
I tsk at him, waving the knife. “You’re the one who moaned in front of everyone.”
“You seemed to moan while your cock was down my throat,” he argues, his voice light and trying to prove a point. I chuckle, knowing he’s right.
“Bet you’ll pass out after I’m done cutting and fucking you,” I challenge. His eyes light up, knowing we haven’t had a bet since Rusty.
“I’ll raise you, husband,” he taunts. “You’ll fuck me and make me bleed, and when you’re done, I’ll be so worked up, even after being spent, that I’ll do the same fucking thing.”
“Wager?” I raise an eyebrow at him, wanting to know the stakes. Unlike my brother, I always weigh options.
“If I win, you bottom for the next week.”
“But, brother,” I say teasingly, “you’re the one that’ll beg me to fuck you again. We both know my little bottom loves his ass pounded.”
He scowls a little. “You’re right, but I love fucking you when all you want is to fuck me,” he counters.
“If I win though, I’ll be tying you up for a full day, edging you until you
