Page 92 of Siren in the Rain

“Say what now?”

“We have to have full-on sex, and I have to bite you and give you my mate mark while I’m fucking you. You’ll do the same thing to me, either before or after. It’s totally equal, babe.”

He says this all so fast that he’s gasping for breath at the end, his cheeks still flaming red.

Griffin fucking me? All of my fantasies have been the other way around, but for some reason, I’m not immediately opposed to the idea.

“Why didn’t you tell me about all this before?”

He hunches in on himself. “Well, I knew you didn’t have much experience in that department and I didn’t want to scare you off. I also know some people get kind of weird about sex roles. I’ve always been vers, but most of the people I’ve dated tended to be strict tops or bottoms.” He stares at me in wide-eyed panic. “But don’t worry. If you don’t like being topped or topping, then you wouldn’t have to do it more than this one time to cement the bond between us.”

I’m still pondering Griffin fucking me. But now the idea’s in my head, and the more I think about it, the more I realize it could be amazing to test out both fucking and being fucked. When it comes to Griffin, I want to experience everything with him—and if he likes it both ways, I’m sure I can find plenty of enjoyment in that too.

I crush a tiny kernel of jealousy in me over the fact that Griffin’s had other lovers, but I take satisfaction in knowing that, once our bond is permanent, he won’t want anyone else ever again. We’ll be magically tied together for the rest of our lives.

From everything I’ve learned about the fated-mate bond, our hunger and passion for one another will never fade and our love will only continue to grow. That idea would have scared me a few weeks ago. Now, after the transformative rituals I underwent on the island, I’ve been reborn like a phoenix from the ashes—and I’m ready for a bright and happy future with Griffin.

We just need to put my fucked-up family behind bars and rescue my mother and anyone else being held by them against their will.

Piece of cake. Right?

“I’m freaking you out, aren’t I?” Griffin says, sounding worried.

I’ve been quiet too long.

“Sorry. My mind kind of wandered for a moment.” I reach a hand between us and cup his groin, making him gasp. “I know we haven’t gone all the way yet, but this news doesn’t frighten me. In fact, it’s intriguing.” I lean in and gently bite his bottom lip, eliciting a moan. I suck on it a little bit, softening the sting, before pulling away. “I’ve dreamed about fucking you. I’ve dreamed about it a lot.” His cock starts to harden in my hand at my words. “But I think I might like having you fuck me too. You’d make it good for me, wouldn’t you?” My voice comes out deep and husky, and Griffin trembles in my arms.

“Yes.” He gasps. “I’d make it sooo good.”

“And you’d like for me to fuck you too, right?”

Holy shit. My domineering bedroom voice is taking over again.

His tail starts thumping against the bed and he whines faintly. “I want that so bad.”

“Shhh,” I croon as I massage his impressive cock through his pants. “All in good time. We’ll work toward fucking one another, but I’m not quite ready for that yet. Is that all right?”

“Of course.”

“Good, because there’s still a lot I want to experience with you before that.” I lick my lips and stroke his hard length beneath the fabric of his pants. “In fact, I really want to try blowing you. Would you like that?”

This time he nods so hard that I think he might break something, and his tail’s going so fast it’s a blur.

“Excellent. Now I want you to stay nice and still for me while I explore you. Can you keep your hands to yourself until I tell you otherwise?”

“Anything for you,” he whispers, his eyes shining.

“That’s very good, Wolf Boy.”

He glows under my praise and stays still, save for the rapid rise and fall of his broad chest.

I reposition him so he’s lying on his back and then move down the length of his body. When I remove his pants, his lovely erect cock springs free and I smirk. My mate loves to go commando. Hell, if he could walk through the world naked, I’m sure he would. But I prefer keeping a sexy sight like this all to myself.

Reaching out a finger, I trace the length of him. His body goes rigid but he doesn’t move.

“You’re doing so well, Wolf Boy,” I croon. “Your cock is beautiful.”

And big. Not gargantuan and terrifying, but still a tad intimidating in terms of what will come eventually. But I find I’m not worried. Knowing Griffin, he’ll take plenty of time to prepare me. Hurting me would wound him even more.

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