Page 19 of Into the Night

Now I’m being purposefully obtuse. Fighting isn’t what my beast wants... She wants it all, and she wants to help him be free.

“I can’t. He wants you, right here, right now. And some things he wants to do...” Griffin groans, clenching his fists tightly at his sides. “You shouldn’t be anywhere near me. I should be locked up just for imagining this shit.”

My eyes drop to below his waist where the evidence of what he wants to do is pointing straight at me. Heat unfurls low in my belly.

Griffin grips his head, tormented by desires swirling around inside his brain.

But deep within me, lust takes hold, making my greedy pussy clench with the need to be filled. I know exactly what his beast wants, and all the dark, depraved things he wants to do to me.

The hunt. The chase…

I know, because I want them, too.

“It’s okay, Griffin. It’s what we are.”

Refusing to believe me, he shakes his head. “Not like this. You’d hate me if you could see what I’m thinking.”

Griffin thinks he’s a monster. He thinks he’s a bad person because his beast is influencing his sexual fantasies, edging them toward the darker side of human-acceptable behaviour… but he’s not.

His body tenses, muscles flexing and bulging, straining at the confines of his clothes, as he struggles to keep a tight rein on his animal.

“Do you want to pin me down?” I taunt. “Is that it, Griffin?” I press forward, crowding into his personal space, inhaling his intoxicating scent. “Are you thinking about rutting into me from behind, like a wild animal? Sinking your teeth into my flesh as you pound into my soft body? Do you want to chase me, stalk me through the woods, and then fuck me as your beast?”

His breathing stops, and his glowing, brown eyes flash to mine.

Bingo.

I hit him with my best doe eyes while he shakes his head from side to side at my words.

He’s still trying to deny the truth, but his cock hardens at my words, straining against the fly of his combat trousers.

Trailing one finger over the material, over the thick erection fighting to get free, I watch with delight as his cock twitches at my touch.

Griffin presses his palms hard against the exposed log wall behind him and swallows.

“It’s what my beast craves, too.” I admit on a purr, placing my palm on his cheek.

He freezes at my touch, looking away with a guilty expression. He wants it alright, wants everything I just described. Maybe he’s afraid of how strong his desires are. Maybe he thinks I’m too fragile to handle it.

As I trail my hand down toward his neck, letting the fingers of my other reach out to the button of his fly, his hand darts out.

Griffin grips my throat as his animal surges forward, clearly having enough of my teasing.

A thrill of excitement rushes through me. My core quivers, loving his dominance, as we lock eyes and the fire consumes us both, our already glowing irises reflect the amber glow.

With a desperate shake of his head, Griffin forces his beast back, and his eyes change back to their human shade.

Groaning in frustration, he blanches when he realises how he’s holding me, tightly, possessively, before he yanks his hand away, leaving me disappointed. He doesn’t move or push me back, and electricity crackles between our bodies, still just mere inches apart.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers, tormented. “Fuck, I’ve never wanted anything so badly… but I’m afraid that if I lose control, I could do something terrible.”

Pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, I smile. “You won’t. You need to trust him, Griffin. He’s part of you.”

I’ve seen Evan battle with his beast instead of accepting who he is, and it never works. Someday, they’ll both learn.

“You’re not alone, Griffin. I can show you…”

Rooted to the spot, Griffin doesn’t move. He wants to see her. He wants to know, to see that it’s true, that there are others just like him.

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