Page 69 of Siren in the Rain

Yikes! I just hope he doesn’t mind my now obvious hard-on because damn, my mate is sexy as hell.

Chapter

Sixteen

Shae’s List of Life Goals

9. Go to college and find a career I love.

(Addendum: Maybe stay and become a working member of MEOW Squad. If they’ll have me.)

Shae

As my private journal knows, I’ve been wanting to lock lips with Griffin for a while now. Quite possibly from the first moment we met. There’s something about him that’s infinitely kissable.

His obvious eagerness for this boosts my self-confidence. I don’t exactly have a lot of experience in this department, but I’m going to brazen through and go for it. Even if I suck, I know Griffin won’t say anything negative.

He’s too fucking sweet for that. It’s one of the reasons I’m so willing to try these kinds of things with him.

I’m pretty much a novice when it comes to all things physically intimate. However, although I wasn’t allowed access to the Internet during my captivity, I had a tablet with ebooks my tutors would download for me over the years. One in particular helped me secretly download a metric ton of gay romances during my teenage years. I’d read and re-read my favorites many times.

So, while I’d never had sex, I’ve cultivated an active imagination, to say the least!

When I was a teen, I had a normal and active libido, and I discovered the relief self-pleasure can bring. But the constant pain and discomfort of the collar I was later forced to wear took away my physical desires. Now, even though I’ve been free of the hellish device for two weeks, my cock hasn’t so much as twitched.

But I still have this growing desire to be closer to Griffin. Surely kissing is something I can try without my anxiety making me lose it.

He’s watching me with such a hopeful expression, his amber eyes damn near sparkling.

“Put your hands behind your back,” I order in a rather imperious tone.

Griffin immediately obeys and I get a little thrill at his willingness to let me be in charge. I’ve spent too much of my life powerless and without control or agency. I’m just relieved and pleased that Griffin appears to be totally on board with it. His trust in me, and mine in him, is something precious that I want to nurture and grow.

“Good boy,” I tell him again, and his tail swishes with obvious delight.

A realization strikes me like a bolt of lightning.

Of fucking course Griffin has a praise kink. After what he told me about his background and his status as a failure in his family, no wonder he thrives on such approval.

Well, I fully intend to praise him in all the ways.

I lean in closer, bringing our faces scant inches away from each other. His warm breath brushes against my skin and I notice when it hitches as I lick my lips.

Griffin whines faintly and I love the needy sound.

“That’s right, Wolf Boy. You’re being so good for me, so patient.” My voice comes out low and sultry in a way I didn’t know it could.

It makes Griffin shudder all over and when I glance down, I can see the obvious erection straining against his pants. Knowing I can turn him on so easily makes me think I might have some superpowers of my own—and I like it.

Reaching my hand up between us, I stroke his tan cheek, my fingertips trailing lightly against the strong line of his jaw, and he moans.

“Shae,” he whimpers.

My fingers brush gently over his lips and Griffin starts to tremble all over, which gives me another rush and fills me with even more confidence. Then, I decide to indulge in something I’ve wanted to do even more than kiss Griffin.

I lift my hand up to his big, beautiful, fluffy ears and begin to rub them.

“Ahhhhh!”

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