A Preview of Blind Destiny

A preview… Blind Destiny, a Grimm’s Circle story. To read more, please visit thegrimm.info Broodingly, he made his way over to the shower, swearing when he accidentally bumped into the wall. If he’d been here a few more days, it wouldn’t have happened. Or maybe it would have. Buildings weren’t like living creatures and they didn’t give off the vibes he used to paint a mental picture, but he could acclimate after a few days and rarely bumped into anything anymore. Just another thing to sour his already black mood, although it was nothing compared to what really had him troubled. And it wasn’t even Sina. She had him pissed, she had him horny, and if he was around her too long, he suspected she’d leave him hurting. The bigger problem was what was going on out there in the village, a problem he couldn’t untangle. Need to clear my mind, he thought as he turned on the shower, adjusting the spray until it came down in a hot, pulsating blast. This was another one of the pleasures of modern life. Showers. Hot, long showers. He loved them. Plain and simple, loved them. If the water would hold out, he could just stand in there long enough to clear his mind. That would be ideal. Blanking his mind, he braced his hands on the tile wall and dipped his head, letting the water pound on his neck and back, groaning in pleasure. Need to— A tingle danced along his flesh. Buzzed through his mind. Familiar. Slowly, he lifted his head. Water dripped off his cheeks, nose and chin, but he didn’t move as he tried to remember the placement, everything in the bathroom. The hotel was worn and rundown, but clean. Nicer than he’d expected, really, considering how the outside had looked. Somebody had done some updates on recently and they tried to cater to younger couples.

There were mirrors all over the fucking bathroom. Mirrors. And as he stood there, the tingling on his flesh grew more intense and in the very back of his mind, he felt a warmth. Sina used mirrors. The way he used Krell’s eyes, although her ability wasn’t anywhere as keen as his. Whether it was the inanimate object, whether it was because she didn’t practice as much as he did, or what. Watching me, Snow White? The idea might have unsettled him at some other time. But just then, he was feeling just a little mean. Shoving away from the wall, he eased back, bracing himself against the tile. As the water continued to pour down around him, he rested a hand down his belly. He’d been frozen in a state of semi-arousal ever since he’d touched her. Semi no longer applied. His cock pulsed, ached, throbbed and as he stroked his hand down, the damn thing twitched and jerked, like a dog just waiting to be touched. Closing his hand around his length, he dragged his hand up. Down. Imagined it was her. Violent, almost painful need twisted through him and he groaned. She’d hear…and he didn’t care. She wanted to watch him, she might as well hear what she was doing to him. I hope you enjoyed this preview. If you’d like to read more, please support the author by purchasing a DRMfree copy via the publisher. Samhain titles are available internationally. Learn more about the Grimm at the author’s site.