The Grizzly Sin Novels & Stories

The other hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise, holding me exactly where he wanted while he drove into me again and again. The wet sounds were obscene—my pussy so slick it was practically obscene, the rhythmic smack of his hips against my ass filling the dark room. I could smell rain on his skin, something sharper underneath, like cedar and smoke instead of his usual clean cologne, but I was too far gone to care. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, building pressure low in my belly until it felt like I might shatter.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

It’s a beautiful sight, but one that elicits shivers across my skin, knowing that the vibrant colours and distracting views are to conceal the darkness of Ira. "If this is a trap, I will kill you. Slowly,” I growl at Sinful, who pauses before we can make it to the front gate, painted a bright yellow. He turns, lavender eyes assessing me, a cool expression gliding across his face. "Don't let the power get to your head, pretty mortal."

Across the sand, a dark iron gate slowly rose, unleashing the deafening roar of a massive grizzly straight at me. Strapped helplessly in place, all I could do was scream as it charged.