Page 100 of Stargazer

We stayed in that embrace for blissful moments that I didn’t bother to count. I just soaked it in. The unbridled tender feeling of Griffin Gray’s arms wrapped around me, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he breathed me in again and again.

Eventually, when our breathing was so in sync that I wouldn’t have been able to tell if one of us had stopped breathing, he pulled back slightly, cupping my face in both his hands like I was precious to him.

I kept my arms clasped around his waist, not wanting to let go, even as he lowered his lips to mine, worshipping them with slow but firm kisses that eventually turned harder as he continued, like he couldn’t stop himself from claiming my mouth—claiming me.

And I was more than okay with that.

When he was satisfied that he’d tasted enough, at least for the moment, his returning smile illuminated my soul. And I grinned right back at him.

His eyes held so much light, the silver looking even more apparent than usual.

“Hey,” he said, voice hoarse with emotion.

“Hey,” I replied, my own smile growing at the familiar sentiment.

“We’re back?”

I nodded. “We’re back.”

“Thank fuck for that.”

A laugh spilled out of me. “You have such a way with words.” My expression darkened. “Speaking of words, I need to tell River as soon as he’s back. Like, the second he returns.”

He tightened around me possessively. “That’s assuming I let you out of my arms. Which will be unlikely for the next week or so at least. I plan to keep you in my bed.” The corners of his mouth tilted upwards. “Or better yet, your bed.”

“Griff,” I moaned. More so in frustration … but there was still underlying pleasure to the sound as sparks shot through my body at his implication.

I forced myself to glare, showing him I was serious and that this needed to happen. It was bad enough we didn’t wait to progress things further.

He just continued to smirk at me. “Have I told you you’re adorable when you glare at me?”

“Probably.”

He bent down to kiss me again, his tongue finding mine and pleading with it. I gave in and let them tangle together for a few blissful seconds until he pulled away, looking pleased and satiated.

“Yes, Supernova,” he conceded. “As soon as he’s back, you can go tell him. And I’ll be nothing but supportive. Anything for you, baby girl.” He slung his arm around my shoulder, leading me to the sparring mats we’d set up out here.

Nodding towards them he said, “Now that this whole mess has been sorted out and we’re back to our regularly scheduled programming—the way things were meant to be—shall we get back to training?”

His eyes danced with humour, yet I knew that’s how he truly felt. ‘The way things were meant to be.’

He had known this was right before I ever did.

He’d just been waiting for me to catch up.

I groaned at his suggestion of more training and found myself clinging to him tighter.

He was mine.

Using the power he knew he now had over me, he continued to walk me through a strategy he was teaching me as if him being shirtless was not a massive distraction.

I swear he was trying to make this harder for me on purpose now.

Surprisingly, none of the other hunters came out to join us, but from the commotion I could hear inside, they were all up and awake, presumably just giving us two some space. The Knights were an annoyingly perceptive bunch and they were probably taking bets on who I’d pick and how long it would take. I was sure they’d be able to tell there had been an update to the crazy whirlwind that was our relationship just from eyeing us through the window.

Griffin didn’t seem to care about the spying eyes, choosing to continue with the defence technique he was showing me instead.

“If you have an opponent rushing towards you, you can use the clinch.” His words rolled off his tongue with authority.

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