Page 21 of Into the Night

I stumble, almost hitting the ground, before I regain my footing and charge forward again.

And I’m almost at the steps when he catches me, his breathing heavy and his masculine scent hitting me the second his sweaty body envelopes mine.

One strong arm bands around my waist, and I’m lifted into the air as he tackles me from behind. Before we hit the wet ground in a tangle of limbs, Griffin wraps me in his enormous arms and twists his body, shielding me from the impact.

When we come to a stop, I immediately slide out from underneath him and scramble onto my hands and knees, attempting to crawl up the slippery first step.

Griffin jumps up and covers me from behind, his chest pressing down on my back. His hot breath hits my neck as he pants hard, chest expanding with each ragged breath.

I freeze, pinned beneath his huge body, waiting to see what he’s going to do next. Both of us barely feel the rain that’s falling in a fine mist above us as his lips press against my ear, making me shudder, exhilarated at the feel of his raw power all around me.

I’m completely at his mercy.

“Don’t fucking move,” he growls, voice ragged and raw.

His hand trails from my shoulder to along my spine and down my back before gripping the waistband of my leggings and then roughly yanking them down to my knees, baring me to him, right there in the open. The chill of the air is pleasant on my exposed skin, and I moan wantonly at being on display like this, where anyone could see us.

Reaching around, he slides his hand under the hoodie I threw on and grabs my breasts possessively, squeezing and massaging, pinching and tugging my nipple. His other hand moves between my trembling thighs, and he swipes across my dripping entrance, dragging my juices up over my clit, rumbling in satisfaction when he finds me soaking wet for him already.

After the intensity of the chase, the waiting is killing me. Not knowing what he’s going to do next has me strung tight with anticipation. Low in my belly, my need for him coils tightly, and I feel like I’ll explode if he doesn’t do more, something, anything, right now.

“Griffin, please.” I whimper, not sure what I want, other than more of him. My pussy clenches in anticipation as he brushes a fingertip along my lips, teasing me as he spreads them and coats me in my own cream.

“Shh,” he whispers harshly, like I’m disturbing his exploration of my body. “You were a bad girl. You’re going to have to wait till I’m good and ready.”

Fuck. I’m going to come before he even touches me properly.

His scent is stronger, and his aura is more dominant with his beast just below the surface. He thrusts two thick fingers inside my sopping-wet core without warning, and my knees almost give way as he curls them and strokes inside me, while grinding the heel of his palm against my clit.

This is not tender or gentle. He’s taking what he wants. And he wants me.

“I told you not to run, Kali.” He licks up my neck with a long, raspy tongue that feels more beast than human. Using one knee, he shoves my legs further apart and presses one big hand between my shoulders, so I’m leaning my forearms on the steps, wood digging into my palms.

Wrapping a hand firmly around my braid, he tugs sharply, forcing me to arch my back and present my ass for him, my body completely his, to do with as he pleases.

I clench when I hear a rustle of clothing, and then feel the broad head of his cock notch against my entrance. Griffin’s bare. It’s the first time I’ve taken someone like this, with nothing between us. I know that I need to be in heat to conceive, but he doesn’t. He’s just lost to the moment. And I crave his cum inside me with a force I’ve never felt before.

“Please.” I beg, not caring that we’re out in the open. Not caring that my new neighbours could come to check on me and find me bent over my porch steps.

Jed is long gone.

Nobody else will be out here, not with the storm.

I wriggle, impatient to feel him inside me.

“I said, don’t fucking move.”

There’s a brief pause, and he waits to see if I’ll do as I’m told. I try, I really do, but it’s impossible, and when my pussy clenches, tightening around the head, Griffin growls. He pushes forward, just an inch to tease me, pulling back and then rocking forward, a little bit further each time.

I curse, a string of profanities tumbling from me in incoherent rambling as need claws at my gut. I dig my nails into the wood, fighting to stay still, but it’s no good. My core clamps around him again, and he bellows, finally losing control and giving it to me.

Slamming into me with one hard thrust, he grunts and growls, his fingers biting into my shoulder and hip where he pins me in place, keeping me still as he pounds into me, shoving me forward with each brutal thrust.

The sounds of our flesh slapping together and the nonsensical babbling falling from my lips, calling his name, fills the forest, drowned out only by the thunder rumbling in the distance and the wind howling through the trees.

One finger circles my ass, pushing against the entrance, making me jerk, but Griffin doesn’t press any further.

Still, I cry out at the unexpected sensation until once again, I’m quickly distracted by the rubbing and flicking, pinching and pressing, as he tortures my clit, all the while, slamming into me with his fat cock.

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