Page 70 of Siren in the Rain

“Do you like that?” Again, my voice is deep and sultry. It’s as if I’ve accessed a part of myself I didn’t know existed.

“So good,” Griffin gasps between pants.

I continue to fondle them. “Sensitive, huh?”

He presses his head into my hand as if begging for more. “Only when you rub them.”

I grin. “Well, isn’t that interesting.”

As I massage them, he keeps making canine noises of pleasure in the back of his throat. I suppose some people might find that weird, but it’s just a part of Griffin and his Wolfkin nature. The sounds he makes, along with so many other facets of his personality, continue to get cuter and more precious to me with every passing day.

When I finally let go of his ears, he’s wide-eyed and trembling, his pupils dilated with pleasure and the front of his pants now has a noticeable wet spot.

I lick my lips again. “You’ve been so well-behaved for me, Griffin. Thank you. As a reward, I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay?”

He nods so fast I’m worried he might get whiplash.

I chuckle. “Good boy.”

With a steady hand, I take hold of his chin, keeping him firmly in place as I lean in and press my lips against his for the first time.

The moment we kiss I have to bite back a gasp because it ignites a magical resonance that passes between us. The overwhelming sensation breaks down an inner barrier I’d been holding on to.

Ah, so this is what it means to have a fated mate.

I’m starting to understand what Griffin and my grandmother have been talking about. An overwhelming need to get closer to this man consumes me. I want to explore his mouth and taste him at my leisure.

The gentle brush of my lips against his turns into something more intense. I experiment by nipping gently at his bottom lip, which makes him shiver all over. Encouraged by that response, I suck lightly on it and he moans, creating a vibration that echoes inside me.

Of its own accord, my tongue darts out and flicks against his top lip almost playfully. Right away, he opens for me with a sigh and I delve inside.

The sensation is a little bit strange at first as our tongues tangle together, trying to find a rhythm. It can only be described as wet and awkward—yet I can’t get enough of it.

Of him.

When I start to lightly suck on his tongue, I draw delicious whimpers out of him that please me greatly.

I didn’t know I had this side to me, but I’m grateful that Griffin wants me to explore it with him.

Before long, our kissing has him writhing with need, and he starts to gasp and rock his hips forward, his hard erection rubbing against my hip.

I pull back and stare at him. His cheeks are flushed and his lips are swollen and wet from our kissing. Those stunning amber eyes of his are bright with desire and need.

I did that.

Fucking hell, but I love it.

“Oh, Goddess,” Griff whispers before his eyes widen in alarm. He jumps up off the bed, races into the bathroom, and slams the door behind him.

I stare after him in bewilderment, not entirely sure what’s happening. That is, until I hear a long, loud moan of pleasure from behind the door, and I realize he went in there to take care of himself.

For a second, I’m shocked. Then I grin with satisfaction. Knowing I can nearly get Griffin off with just some passionate kissing is a heady feeling.

My moment of empowerment is brought up sharp by the sad fact that my own cock has not risen to the occasion. It remains soft and dormant in my pants. Once again, I have a nagging fear that I might never be able to function normally in that department ever again. Maybe spending so many years in that collar has fucked over my libido for good?

While I lie there stewing in my own anxiety, which rather puts a damper on my fantastic first-kiss experience, I hear the bathroom door click. When it opens and Griffin comes out again, a sheepish look on his handsome face, I forget my worries.

He runs a hand through his hair self-consciously. “Uh, sorry about that. I got a little too excited and didn’t want to take care of myself in front of you in case that made you uncomfortable.” He shifts awkwardly from foot to foot, looking unsure if he should rejoin me on the bed or not.

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