Page 21 of Fatal Vengeance

Once Griffin kicks the door shut behind us and stalks over to the bed, he sits on it and wraps both arms around me so tight that I’m sure I might stop breathing. But I don’t try to squirm away. I need him right now. His comfort, his gentle touches. Creed held me together at Serene Acres with his wild possession, the threat of killing anyone who further upset me vibrating beneath his skin, and at the time, that was what I needed. Now, though? I need Griffin.

Somehow, the guys knew that. There were no words exchanged, no whispered arguments about who would get me out of the car. Either they’re all mind readers or they realize their own strengths and all agreed Griffin’s quiet peace was best for me.

After what feels like hours, I finally shift in his lap, leaning back to look into his arctic eyes. I open my mouth, but I don’t actually know what the hell to say. I feel so hollow, so incomplete now after packing away my mom’s measly belongings. It felt like packing away the memory of her, and while I know that’s not the case, something in my mind broke a little while that box filled up. My bottom lip wobbles, a pitiful squeak slipping free while my eyes fill up all over again.

Griffin frowns deeply, cupping my face in one of his big hands and dropping his forehead to mine. “Little flame,” he breathes, barely audible over my shaky breathing. “I wish I could take this pain for you. I wish I could take it all, everything you’ve ever suffered through. I’d endure endless agonized deaths if it meant you never felt this way again.”

A tear slips free, and I wrap my arms around his neck. “You’ve suffered too much already. Even if I could share my pain with you, I wouldn’t... I just want us both to be happy.” My words are soft, but full of fierce truth. We’ve all suffered in this damn life, even Asher, and my heart shatters for each of us. I don’t want any more pain. Not for me or for any of the guys who’ve so completely infiltrated my life.

“I am happy. With you, I’ll always be happy, despite whatever else is burning down in our lives,” Griffin rasps. I give him a soft, sad smile, and he adds, almost hesitantly, “Prudence, I… fuck, I love you. And I’m so sorry about what they did to your mom. I wish I could make things right, bring her back for you, but I—"

“Stop,” I whisper as yet another tear falls. “I don’t want to think about everything that hurts. Not tonight.”

Whatever he sees in my eyes has him nodding slowly, his gaze dropping to my lips. He leans in a fraction, close enough that I can feel his breath as he murmurs, “What do you want, my little flame? What do you need from me?”

Even with fresh tears staining my cheeks, I shiver from the way he’s looking at me. I must look like a fucking mess, but under Griffin’s intense gaze, I don’t feel anything but wanted and loved. And, well, still broken, but I can’t change that right now. “I need to feel…” I trail off, trying to find the right word, but then it comes to me. “I just need to feel. Please," I beg in a shaky whisper.

Griffin’s jaw tenses as he studies me, always cautious to ensure he doesn’t hurt me after the last time he broke my heart, and then his earlier confession strikes straight through my chest. I close the distance between our lips, stopping so close that my lips feather over his as I say, “I love you too. You’ve stolen a piece of my soul, and I don’t want it back. I just want you, right now and forever. Piece me back together, Griffin.”

Whatever reservations he had vanish with my confession, and he seals his lips to mine, kissing me with the kind of all-consuming passion that steals my breath quicker than I can prepare for. But I’d happily die from oxygen loss just to keep this man’s mouth on mine, because kissing Griffin is truly a transcendent experience.

He’s so big and intimidating, and yet I’ve never felt more safe and secure as I do pressed against his chest. He’s the only one out of the three guys with facial hair, and the rough glide of it excites something deep inside me. I remember what that beard felt like between my thighs, and now I’m certain my cheeks are as red as my hair.

Griffin stands with me in his arms like I weigh absolutely nothing, turning and gently lying me back on the bed. He breaks our kiss to stare into my eyes while his hands wander. He squeezes his fingers around my waist like a claim before smoothing his palms up to my chest, pushing my shirt up as he goes, stopping just short of cupping my breasts. The look in his eyes is a little feral, and I won’t even lie, it’s a fucking turn on. Even knowing that my scars are all on display from the car accident and the night in the forest with Mark, I don’t feel self-conscious. It’s impossible when his eyes are eating up every inch of my bared flesh like I’m the most tantalizing meal he’s ever been offered.

“I’ve been going to bed every night wishing I could taste your sweet pussy again,” he murmurs roughly, licking his lips when his hands finally move up so he can roll his thumbs over my nipples. “I want your come dripping down my chin while I bring you to the edge and push you over it, again and again. By the time I’m done with you, baby, you’ll be too tired and sated to worry about anything but me and how sore I’ve left you.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

For a man who hardly speaks, he’s sure got a damn mouth on him, and I am all for it.

I arch my back into his electric touch and reach down to fumble with the button and zipper on my jeans. I’m already wet, ruining my panties for him, and if he utters a single thing more in that broken voice I love so much, I might just combust without a single touch to my pussy.

“Please,” I whimper as I push my jeans and underwear down as much as I can. He’s really not helping me at all here, like he’s not in the same rush as I am. Rude. “Fuck me, Griffin, please. I need—“

“Shhh,” he hushes me, finally taking pity on me and pulling my clothes off my legs, dropping them to the floor beside the bed. He smooths his hands up my thighs, slowly spreading them and then pressing one thumb to my clit. “I know what you need, baby.” And then he drops to his stomach, his broad shoulders barely fitting between my legs as he devours my pussy. There’s no gentle warm up, no warning, Griffin just goes in for the fucking kill, and holy hell, I love it.

“Oh fuck,” I breathe out raggedly, aware enough not to scream and alert the rest of the house to, um, how exactly Griffin is helping me feel better in here. I doubt Creed expected this turn of events. Otherwise, he’d have stolen me away for himself tonight. Or maybe he would have shared me with Griffin… That thought, mixed with the perfect circles of Griffin’s tongue over my clit, is enough to have my legs trembling. I might not even be able to walk after this.

I push my hands into his hair, not so gently ripping the hair tie out so I can get a good fist full. With the silky curls wrapped up in my fingers, I tug and pull, bringing his face even closer and grinding myself on him. Griffin groans and flicks his eyes up to mine as he sucks my clit and then bites down softly, making me see stars. The intensity of his stare has me panting, and when he thrusts two thick fingers into me, curling them just right, I detonate. My eyes slam closed, my back arches, my toes fucking curl, and I have to bite my lip hard enough that I taste blood just to keep my screams of pleasure locked down.

Griffin doesn’t pull away, though.

He keeps true to his word, building me right back up with those wicked fingers and sinful tongue until I’m tumbling into the next orgasm shockingly quick. He growls and hums in pleasure, attacking my pussy like he’s got a point to prove, and pretty soon, I lose track of the climaxes until I’m nothing but a weak fucking puddle on the bed.

“No more, I can’t take it,” I pant eventually, trying to squirm away from him and protect my poor vagina. Is death from too much pleasure a thing? Fucking hell.

Griffin finally leaves my pussy with a sweet kiss to my clit. The smirk he flashes at me as stands from the bed and strips is truly sinful. His shirt goes, then his jeans, and finally his boxers, and once he’s standing naked before me, I gulp.

Well, shit. Yeah, actually, I can take more.

I sit up from the bed just long enough to tear my shirt and bra off, and then I lie back down, legs spread and pussy soaked, and say, “Come here and fuck me. I’m tired of wondering how you’ll feel inside me.”

He licks his lips, the evidence of my many orgasms still glistening on his face. Getting back on the bed, he crawls up my body and settles between my legs, murmuring, “I thought you said no more?”

I blush, but roll my eyes, hooking an arm around his neck to pull his face close. “I lied. What are you going to do about it?”

“Naughty girl. I’m going to fuck you until you learn your lesson,” he rasps back as he grabs his cock and teases my opening with the thick head. I gasp and he grins.

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