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I didn’t.

I touched his cheek, my finger tracing his sharp jawline down towards his chin and then up over his swollen lips.

I looked into his depthless eyes before I pulled his face back towards mine and hungrily kissed him again. His tether broke and his lips devoured mine as his hands explored every inch of my body that was now fully pressed into him.

This was happening. After months of teasing and sexual tension, weeks since that first enthralling kiss, this was happening. His kiss was even better than I remembered.

His hands slid under my bum, grabbing it before lifting me up. My legs unquestionably wrapped around his waist. He continued to kiss me greedily as he walked us to his bed and threw me onto it. He roughly flipped me around so he could get to the back of my dress, unzipping it uncharacteristically slow to reveal just my lace red thong, which only fuelled his hunger more. He was ravenous. Which only made me yearn for him more too.

To think I thought I’d be able to resist him forever. I was only human after all, or hunter or whatever. This one time wouldn’t kill me, this one time might be good for me. Might be exactly what I needed.

I closed my eyes and all I saw was red before I was swept away in lust and desire.

CHAPTER 32

I woke up the next day to the morning sun leaking through the panelled window, the rays directly hitting my face. I groaned, feeling groggy, tired and a little disoriented.

That’s when I realised there was a large and heavy arm draped around my waist. As soon as I was aware of it, an abundance of sensations ambushed me. I felt the heat of his chiselled chest pressed to my back, the tingle in my body with his legs curled up behind mine and the warmth of his breath on my neck as he hid his face in the crevice of my shoulder.

Was the big, bad Griffin Gray spooning me?

He was totally spooning me. And I fucking loved it.

But I was also slightly freaking out.

I tried to wriggle myself out, not knowing what would come from him waking up with the realisation that he was hugging a girl he had just conquered. Knowing him, I felt like that would be a word he might use to describe what he did to me last night—many, many times.

Trying to leave was futile. I couldn’t move too much so instead I just turned slightly so I was on my back, his arm still securely around me as I viewed my surroundings.

Last night was so surreal and my adrenaline was so high that I took in little but his bathroom and bed. Now as I looked around, I could finally relish the fact that I was in his bedroom. I had wondered about it so many times. Wondered what secrets it would uncover about him.

His room was huge—if I could even call it that. It was more like his own apartment. A large open expanse in a similar style to areas like the Chill.

The queen bed I was currently situated on was located on a raised loft platform that made up the bedroom section. From where I was laying, I could look directly out to the city from a row of angled windows that made up the wall in front of me and extended across and below into the rest of the apartment. An open doorway to my left broke up the concrete wall, leading into his luxurious private bathroom that he seemed to never spend time in. A separate opening led to his wardrobe which I hadn’t really seen.

From what I remembered in my dazed state on my way in, below the loft was a decent sized seating area with some furniture and a small kitchen. It was predominantly made up of exposed brick, apart from the windows, which opened up when you pushed the panels to what looked like the roof. I found this out at one point when it got a little too heated and we needed to let in some cool air. If my eyes followed the angled windows upwards, the slanted wall above it was concrete until it turned into a flat ceiling. The wall behind the bed was the same exposed brick as the lower level.

Looking up, I saw an industrial air vent running along the wall, a few hanging pendant lights and some black fans. The room was simple, no-fuss and extremely aesthetic to look at—just like Griffin.

We entered through the lower half yesterday, before he led me upstairs to the main bedroom where we spent the rest of the night. But from everything I saw, I wondered why he didn’t seem to spend much time up here. It was beautiful. And oddly private.

I felt him stir slightly beside me and thought it might be best if I did just push him off and leave his bed now. Pretend that I wasn’t loving this feeling of him holding me. Honestly, it was probably safer for my mental health too, as well as my non-existent street cred with the guy. I couldn’t let him know how he affected me. Even though technically I did make the first move yesterday. Whoops.

I wouldn’t pretend I regretted it though. This was what I wanted. And I was right. The sex was fucking incredible.

But as I pulled away, he let out some sort of low noise that sounded like a grunt mixed with a growl, tightening his grip on me. It was almost animalistic—almost wolf shifter, but not quite. I guess that's how us hunters evolved to become the mortal counterpart to the wolves. To bring balance to the world. In order to beat our enemy, we needed to become like them. It was kind of sexy. And by ‘kind of’, I meant extremely.

I breathed it in for a moment, savouring this oddly romantic moment between us. I secretly loved the feeling of his skin against my own. At least, I hoped it was a secret.

His body moulded to mine perfectly and for a second, I forgot River even existed.

Did that make me horrible?

Griffin was different, and although River felt like home once upon a time, I felt oddly independent and strong with Griff—like the best version of me. One that finally found a place where she wholly belonged. I felt like a badass who could take care of myself but I also felt like he had my back.

Yes, he’d keep me safe. He was a protector too; it was what he did. It was at the very core of his being—at the core of being a hunter. But he wouldn’t just protect me. He’d make sure I knew how to protect myself.

I had to shake away the image of us fighting side-by-side, a powerful, beautiful team.

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