Grinned And Bared It Novels & Stories

He asked, a maniacal grin on his face. I didn’t bother holding back my own grin. “Well it’s about damn time, isn’t it?”

The sharp planes of his face softened, the hard line of his mouth curving into something achingly human. His teeth, straight and white, flashed in a way that felt almost unfair, like a secret weapon he kept hidden until it could do the most damage. His grin didn’t just transform his face; it transformed the entire atmosphere around him, injecting warmth into the cold, calculated aura he usually carried. “Well, that’s enough of a demonstration, don’t you think?” I said, clearing my throat slightly. “I don’t think so.”

“I hear the humans have medication for that. Maybe you could give it a go?” I shouldn’t taunt him, but fuck if it doesn’t feel damn great to do it. My grin doesn’t last long as pain blasts through my jaw, a sick cracking coming from within my bones. Blood fills my mouth at a rapid rate, and I part my lips, letting it dribble out and down my chin. Several molars dance around within my mouth, begging to be shot in his face. And what kind of asshole would I be to deny them?

Rather than block, I let him hit me, enjoying the kicks, my blood rushing to the surface, my vision narrowing as my adrenaline levels surged. I bared my teeth, my fangs lengthening. Grayson raised the crowbar high above his head and prepared to rush at me. At the same time, I sprang forward. A sharp sound rent the air half a second before Grayson’s body landed on the floor with a thud. “That one is called a running knee. Whatcha think?” Grayson tried to rearrange his jaw, his ever permanent scowl burning a hole through me.

Three old‚ rugged‚ terrifying men with fαces thαt looked like they’d seen αnd cαused wαy too much pαin. “Took you long enough to wαke‚” one of them sαid. He hαd α deep scαr αcross his cheek thαt twisted when he tαlked. His grin mαde my skin crαwl. “Α whole dαmn dαy αnd you didn’t move. We αlmost thought you were deαd.”

Dicken drew his tongue out and licked his greasy lips, exposing his sharp teeth in displeasure. When he saw the remaining grilled fish in my hand, he got a sad expression on his face. I couldn't help but burst out laughing when I saw his expressions. I was laughing so hard that I couldn't hold the fork in my hand.

His lips were tilted slightly tilted into ‘that grin’, changing his entire ‘I’m going to murder you’-demeanor to a rather – if possible – even more disturbing ‘I’m gonna have fun with you’-posture… I gulped and took another step back. I was so screwed!

' I mind-linked back. 'Then do something. If not, I will blow up your cover!' His annoyingly good-looking face formed a wide grin, screaming 'I got you, bastard!'

He came further into the bright area of the barn and his face held the most sinister and wicked smirk I’ve ever seen. I was still holding my broken nose in pain. But I laughed through the pain anyway. Damn! It hurts like a bitch! I’m going to kill this bastard. There’s no two ways about it!

A strangled groan comes from the Adam I'm kneeling before, I put the tip in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it before taking it out of my mouth. Grey's holding onto the handrails like his life depends on it, the knuckles whiter than snow. I almost want to laugh at how quick the big goon has broken down infront of me in under two minutes. I trail my nail up and down the length letting it graze the popping veins then I lick him from the base all the way up to the tip and spit on the cock.