22. Verena
22
VERENA
Grimm drops me off at my place and I slip inside my window. I opted out of using the front door for two reasons: everyone would hear my arrival and therefore wake up at the thought of a burglar or something, and I’d be recorded on the security cameras strategically placed at the front of the house, in the bushes. I don’t want them to even know I was here tonight. In the morning, I’ll wait for everyone to leave and then shower. I knew I made the right decision picking Wednesdays as my “study day.” Everyone leaves for 8AM classes and I’ll be left all by my lonesome.
The sun shining through my curtains awakens me the next morning. I yawn and pat my bed in search of my phone. It’s nine in the morning, which means everyone has left for class. I race into the bathroom to wash off the grime from my skin and hair. Once I’m clean and dressed, I throw my sheets in the wash for good measure. After they’re dried and back on my bed, I lay down already needing a nap. The adrenaline rush has bounced up and down, first with the actual murder and then again grinding up his body.
I’m coming down now and feeling exhausted. I curl into the still-warm sheets but my phone buzzes with incoming messages.
Grimm
Hey little monster, what’re you doing?
A faint smile falls on my lips as I text him back.
Me
Laying down. Tired out from the last couple of days, WBU?
Grimm
That’s so funny. I’m laying down too. Except I’m naked and thinking of you.
Me
How do you find the energy?
Grimm
You give me the energy.
Wish I was with you.
Do you need anything?
My heart swells at his messages. Each one that comes through feels as if it’s wrapping a hand around the organ in my chest and squeezing at it tightly.
Him. I need him. That’s all.
Me
I wouldn’t mind some company. Throw some clothes on. You can take them back off before you hop into bed with me.
Grimm
Hope you’re prepared for the dragon.
I burst out laughing. This man is truly insane in the best way possible. Keeping him by my side doesn’t sound like such a bad idea after all.
I send him an incentive. Shrugging off the blanket, I sit up and go to the camera app on my phone. I’m wearing a lacy black bralette and pushing my boobs together to give myself just enough cleavage for the picture. My nipples hardened from the loss of the blanket so I know they’ll make an appearance in the photo.
I send the image to Grimm, nervous and impatient for his response. I’ve never done this before. Leo wasn’t exactly encouraging when it came to me showing off my body and if he saw nudes on my phone, he would’ve gone berserk. Doesn’t matter if they were meant for him. They were still sitting on my phone. What if I had a change of heart and decided to send them to every person in my contact list?
I can’t believe I stayed with him for so long! His reasonings for acting the way he did were fucking bullshit! Good fucking riddance!
The phone vibrates, breaking my thoughts.
Grimm
Fuck, V.
I’m hard.
I’m almost there. Door or window?
I can’t wait to feel you.
My cheeks heat as I drag my teeth along my bottom lip. Flashbacks of the last time I felt every inch of Grimm inside me play through my mind and I shudder. A dull ache forms between my legs, anxious with anticipation to have him again. I send a reply without thinking too hard about its contents. Play it cool, V.
Me
Window. You’re my dirty little secret.
Easy. Light. Or too much? I hope it’s not too much. I hope I don’t offend him. Fuck, so much for playing it cool.
Grimm
Here. Open up, please.
I stand and open the window for Grimm. His stature is so big, practically double the size of the window itself. He contorts his body skillfully as he slithers through the opening, away from the brisk atmosphere. Straightening his back, he stands before me dressed in all black looking down at me.
“Hey there, good looking.” He says, his baritone voice filling my room and sending chills down my spine.
“Hi.” I whisper so quiet, I consider repeating myself because I’m not sure if he heard me.
“So, V, baby, before we move on with our day, I just want to get one thing straight.” His fingertips trace down my arm to my wrist, and swirl in my palm before reversing the pattern. My heart rate picks up at his touch, his proximity. I catch a waft of sandalwood and sage as his body towers over me. I take a few steps back and he follows until I’m lined up with the wall.
Unzipping his hoodie, Grimm shrugs it off and places it on my desk chair. His shirt clings to his muscles and his hair is wet as if he’s fresh out of the shower. He raises his arm and places his palm on the wall directly next to my head. The other hand slips under my chin and brings my eyes to his. His voice reverberates through every inch of my body.
“I will not be your dirty little secret. Everyone will know you’re mine.” He states and I’m not sure if I’m terrified or exhilarated. Or both?
I wouldn’t want people to notice my moving on so quickly. Little do they know I’ve been fighting for survival for years while being with Leo. Maybe the worst thing to do in my situation would be exactly what I’m choosing to do here with Grimm, but there is such a magnetic pull between the two of us. I need to give this a chance and see where it goes.
And I don’t want to fucking wait.
GRIMM
She licks her lips, uncertain of how to answer. I know her concerns with people knowing about us too soon. And I have every intention to protect her for the rest of my life.
“But-” My finger moves from her chin to cover her lips.
“For now, I’ll be a good boy. You don’t have to worry about me, Verena. I’ll be your secret until the time is right. Then every single person who crosses either of our paths will know that I belong to you and you belong to me.”
She nods softly and a small smirk graces her face for just a second. “Are you okay with that?” I ask, afraid that I completely scared her off. If it wasn’t the ten tons of baggage I brought along, maybe it was that right there. Claiming her after we just fucking murdered her abusive, piece of shit ex-boyfriend.
Fuck, I just want her to understand I’d do anything for her. I’d tell any lie, kill any man or woman, and burn down the world before I see her hurt or aching. Her smile makes my heart pound like a fucking kick-drum. No one has made me feel an ounce of what I feel towards V. She’s my agony, my moonlight. I replay every moment I’ve had with her in my head like it's my favorite movie.
“Yes.” She says more confidently. “I’m perfectly fine with that.” I nod and focus my eyes on her chest. I softly hook my finger into her strap and rub it.
“This is pretty.” I whisper, my eyes lingering at her chest gazing between her breasts. “You look beautiful.” My tongue darts out to wet my lips and I can tell it’s causing her pussy to pulse with need, begging for my attention.
My arms find the small of her back and bring her in close to me. Her arms wrap around my neck, our eyes locked on one another. “I know.” She whispers, a smirk gracing her lips.
I lightly scoff, mocking shock and she giggles. “You should know. I’ll spend every day reminding you, you know, in case there’s a moment you slip up and forget.”
Her eyes bat lustfully in response to my promise and her cheeks turn a coral hue. The blush compliments her olive skin so wonderfully, the sight makes my heart pound in my chest.
Looking into her eyes, I don’t just see her now . I don’t see a quick hook-up to feed my selfish desires. I see every morning and every night for the rest of my life. Every “I love you,” saved just for her and I. I see stolen kisses in the kitchen because our kids find it gross that we show each other so much affection, they feel the need to yell at us to get a room. I see myself walking through the front door of our home and V running into my arms, stuck to me like glue, because a few hours separated was a few hours too long.
One moment turns into another, images flashing through my mind of what the future could be. Verena wearing my ring on her finger, Verena in a wedding dress, Verena’s belly swollen with our baby, Verena holding our newborn, our happy little family.
Having my own family was something I’ve dreamed of for a long time, I just never thought it possible. With The Brotherhood being my career, my mind blocked out all chances of finding real love. I’ve always known that if I’d end up with anyone, it would be her. It took a lot of patience, but here we are. I finally get to worship her the way she deserves and right now is the perfect time to do so.
“Verena, I-” I say, my breathing heavy and erection growing by the second, thinking of her in all stages of life.
“Just do it, Grimm.” She cuts me off. “You’ve got me. I’m yours.” Reaching up, she loops her thumb through her strap and guides it off her shoulder. She repeats the motion with the other strap and pushes her bra to lay around her stomach. Grabbing my hand, she leads me to the bed and completely removes her bra before laying down, pulling me with her.
“Are you sure?” I whisper. “I know it’s soon and if you aren’t ready, I’m okay with that, I promise you.”
She giggles and I furrow my brows in confusion. “I want you, Grimm. It’s not too soon. I’ve been mourning a relationship for almost two years. I am finally at peace. I’m free and I can be with anyone I choose. I choose you.”
I can’t help but let a real smile breakthrough. My lips connect with hers, unable to blend fully because my smile is so big I can’t keep my damn lips closed long enough for it to be considered an actual kiss. But fuck, her smile brings a warmth to my body that has been missing since fucking forever. Her caress starts my heart back up again, like a beat up car fresh out of the body shop with a new battery. Infinite life.
Her hands tangle in my hair as she pulls me in. Our lips collide and I feel a complete primal urge to overtake her. I massage her breasts and pinch her nipples, eliciting small gasps and moans from her, a sweet symphony I could listen to for hours on repeat. My hands move down her body, hooking my thumbs into her bottoms and removing them swiftly.
Verena pulls my shirt up and I take over, peeling the rest of the fabric from my skin as she undoes my belt. Right now is about love but it’s also about feeling wanted. Finding the one that accepts your imperfections and faults. The one that will turn your faults and imperfections into highlights. The one that will help you acknowledge the love you deserve and not just what you think you deserve.
Both of us undressed, I kiss her forehead then trail down the bridge of her nose to her cupid’s bow. I press my lips against hers and continue down her neck, across her clavicle and down the middle of her chest. On my descent, I appreciate her breasts more thoroughly this time. They spill out of my hands as I knead them and I take turns swirling my tongue around her brown peaked nipples. A louder moan slips from her lips and it’s the most delicious sound I’ve ever heard. I want more.
I hear a door close in the distance but it doesn’t fully register that someone is home. We all have roommates and the guys in my house always stay to themselves. The footsteps get closer to the door. It swings open and Aspen screams, bringing her hands up to cover her eyes.
“Verena! Grimm?! What the hell!” She gasps. V and I stay put, but she snatches the closest pillow and hurls it at the door. “Out!” She yells back at Aspen who runs for the hills, slamming the door as she exits.
“Anyways.” She says, pushing my shoulders down towards her perfectly wet pussy. Spreading her legs open, she bares herself to me, welcoming me into my new home.
Home sweet home, am I right?
Eye level with her core, I soak up the sight of her and lick my lips in anticipation. Lightly blowing on her slit, she breathes heavily and whines, anxious for my mouth to be on her. Gripping her thighs, I take in a deep breath, her arousal the sweetest smell, and dive in. My tongue lays flat on her clit and I swirl and suck in every which way to pull out those harmonic melodies from her. It’s not long before she’s unraveling on my tongue.
Her erratic breathing slows down, but I’m nowhere near finished with her yet. Sliding two fingers into her center, I pump them into her and suck her clit, pulling another orgasm from her. She places her hand on the back of my head and tugs lightly on my hair before pushing my face deeper into my blissful meal.
“Play with yourself, little monster. Show me exactly how you like to be touched. I want to give you everything you want.” I say as I come up for air. Verena places her fingers on her clit and rubs softly, her whines grow louder as she’s closer to her climax. With my free hand, I begin stroking my aching cock. Hard and ready to be buried inside of her.
Standing, I step back and admire her for a moment. She’s the definition of ethereal. She’s imperfect for me and that’s all I’d ever ask of her. Appreciating her curves, I flip her over to get a better view. Her ass jiggles as she gets comfortable and I can’t help but smack it to see it move like the waves once more. My handprint on her ass also looks mighty fucking fine, if I do say so myself. I imagine it tattooed, marking her permanently as mine.
How could I convince her to do that? I’ll revisit at a later time.
Positioning herself onto her knees, her back arches and her holes are fully displayed to me. Bending down, I slide my tongue from her clit to her backside and don’t leave an inch untouched. She continues to pleasure herself and I’m close to busting my nut just by listening to her. If that wasn’t enough, she turns her head to the side and confesses, “I need you inside of me, Grimm. Please, I can’t go another second without you.”
What my queen wants, she gets. Leaning forward, I line myself up with her core and whisper in her ear, “As you wish, my little monster.”
Slowly, I watch her pussy stretch to fit my girth. Seeing my cock swallowed by her body feels like such a fucking privilege, I don’t have any idea as to why Leo fucked this shit up for himself. Verena is a literal goddess on earth. Access to her mind, body, and soul shouldn’t have been given away so carelessly. I silently vow to never take her for granted, in any facet of the word.
Once I’ve got every inch inside of her, I pick up my pace and rub her asshole with my thumb. It causes her to gasp and she tightens around my length, pulling me closer to my release. I hold onto her hips and watch as her ass moves in waves from the force of my thrusts. She continues to moan as she cums on my cock, twice, before I feel my balls draw up and a tingle in my spine.
“I want to give you everything, Verena. Every drop of cum. Every inch of my soul. I promise to always give you the love you want and deserve. You’re irreplaceable. You’re my alpha and my omega. My beginning and my end. I don’t think I started breathing until you looked at me, and I mean really looked at me. You are all I need. You hear me?” My speed picks up and my grip turns aggressive, strong enough to leave bruises in her skin.
“You.” Thrust.
“Are.” Thrust.
“My.” Thrust.
“Everything.” Thrust.
My release spills into her, as we both scream out in pleasure. Pulling out, Verena snaps her legs closed and I worry I’ve done something wrong to hurt her. “Everything okay?” I ask, hesitantly.
“I like having you inside me. That goes for your cum, too. I want it dripping out of me, reminding me of every second we just spent intertwined.” Hair sticks to her glistening skin and she’s never looked so beautiful. My heart is holding so much happiness, it’s painful.
Isn’t it beautiful when the person you love loves you back wholeheartedly? Isn’t is fucking mesmerizing when they smile just for you, making you feel so accomplished and special for experiencing a part of them most never will?
I want to bask in the moment for a while longer, but alas reality sets in. Footsteps begin to pace in front of V’s door before Aspen raps on the wood once again, impatient and insistent on speaking with Verena. “Are you freaks dressed yet? It’s a fucking emergency, Verena!”
Verena rolls her eyes and rises from the bed, throwing on her clothes that were strewn across the floor. “Cover yourself, I’m opening the door.”
I salute her and hop under the covers before she opens the door and Aspen stands there. I didn’t get a good look at her when she interrupted us before, but it’s clear she’s in distress. Her mascara runs down her face and her hair is disheveled as she tries to explain that she’s been trying to contact Blair for hours but to no avail.
“Blair’s missing. What the fuck do we do?”