Page 54 of Into the Night

“It’s okay. I’m fine. See?” Cupping his face, I tilt his chin up so he’s looking at me. “I’m okay.”

Shaking his head, his expression is one of self-loathing as he takes in my basic lodgings. “I put you at risk. What kind of person could do that? I didn’t know. I swear to you, I didn’t know.”

Nothing I can say will help him right now, so I lean forward and wrap my arms around him, holding him close.

He grips me, sucking in deep lungfuls of my scent to calm himself, like he can’t believe it’s true, and I might disappear any second. His hand strokes my ankle, then higher, rubbing my calf and caressing my knee, before travelling slightly higher on each pass.

“Kali.” This time, my name is a groan, falling from his lips like a prayer. His mouth brushes my exposed neck, then my clavicle, as his fingers touch and tease.

Arching into him, I let him explore, his hands drifting over my body, like he’s proving to himself that I’m alive and well.

“Griffin?”

When his hands grip my ass, squeezing hard and dragging me from the bed, I know something has changed.

Still on his knees on the floor, Griffin pulls me into his lap and drags my dripping pussy up over his hard length, his face still buried in my neck.

“Mine.” He growls, rocking me over his stiff cock.

I grab his hair and yank his head back, unsurprised when glowing amber eyes stare back at me, desire burning deep within.

Despite Griffin having disappeared again, I’m caught in my mate's thrall, and when he returns the favour by wrapping my hair around his fist and tugging it hard, forcing me to arch further into him, I whimper, loving his dominance.

Juices flow from me, coating the front of his trousers as he opens them one handed, and then removes his thick penis, veins bulging, drips of pre-cum already leaking from the fat tip.

Our gazes lock, and he dares me to argue with him, but I won’t. I am his. And now that I’ve caught a glimpse of Griffin inside, I’m not giving up until I’ve helped him heal this divide.

Lifting my hips, I settle myself above him, letting his broad head fill my entrance, loving the burn, as he stretches me wide open. Keeping our eye contact going, I lower myself onto him, so slowly, that I can’t take it, and a low keening noise escapes me as he fills me up.

I try to drop my head onto his shoulder while I adjust to the sensation, but his hold on my hair won’t allow it. Instead, he forces me to look right at him as he thrusts up, driving every inch of himself up into me while I’m powerless to move.

It’s so good. Too good, in fact. That’s the only explanation for why I start to bounce, riding his cock, swivelling my hips to get as much sensation along my rippling walls as I possibly can. So good, that instead of challenging him on the problematic words that tumble from his mouth as he fucks me hard, clamping me down onto his cock as he pounds into me.

“Mine. NOT HIS. All fucking mine.”

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GRIFFIN

She’s here. I can’t say that I found her, because apparently, I should have known all along where she was. Since I’m the one who kidnapped her.

Thinner than before and pale, she looks tired but otherwise well, and when she realises it’s me, not my beast in charge, she clings to me. She doesn't seem to hate me, in fact she’s drowning in my scent, but I still despise myself for doing this to her.

Not that you can tell from the way I’m currently loving how she rocks back and forth on my cock, her mouth opening in ecstasy, as she grinds into me, taking what she needs. With a loud cry, she comes, calling my name into the darkness, her tight cunt pulsing around me and milking me dry as I find my own release, spilling jet after jet of cum deep into her perfect body.

I’m torn. Part of me hates the animal inside me for taking advantage of Kali, knowing she was still half asleep when we plunged our thick cock deep into her delicious cunt. The other part of me craves more.

And I can’t deny that she enjoyed it.

Watching her carefully as she lifts from me, whimpering as I slip from her body, I’m relieved to see she’s moving a bit better now. The rough sex doesn’t seem to have opened any wounds, and the bruises on her side and neck have faded to a pale yellow now from the startling mottled blue and purple they were before.

Kali moves closer, her scent mingling with my own, and her skin still carrying the seed I’ve been rubbing in to aid her healing. It causes my body to react once more. She belongs to me.

I can still smell my cum leaking from her wet pussy, and I grit my teeth against the urge to throw her down and take her again, to fill her tight channel with more of my seed.

“Something wrong?” she murmurs, a knowing glint in her eye as she leans closer.

Her breasts are bare behind the thin sheet still trapped between our sweaty bodies, and I can see her nipple poking through the material. The weight of her breasts brushes my chest, and I grit my teeth, forcing back the groan building in the back of my throat.

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