Page 77 of Griffin Undone
Grinning, I sat on the edge of the mattress, close enough that she beat a hasty retreat—only to be brought up short by her restraints.
She shook her hands at me, the metal rattling loudly against the headboard. “When are you going to let me go?”
I grabbed the napkin off the tray. “I’m not.” I unfolded the square and laid it across her lap.
Kat knocked the napkin off with a jerk of her knee. “I’m not hungry.”
“Really?” I laughed. I must be as evil as she’d named me, because I was thoroughly enjoying my pretty captive’s rising fury. “Hunger protest?”
“Do I look like Ghandi?”
My gaze slid down her awkwardly twisted body, and the urge to laugh died a quick death. “Hell no.”
Kat pulled her knees up to her chest as if they could prevent me from feasting on the sight of her. Her tone turned petulant. “Arik, really, what good is this gonna do? What if I have to pee? What if there’s a fire?”
“I’ll take you to the restroom in a moment. And if there’s a fire, you live in a concrete bunker. Any other crises that arise, well”—I shrugged—“you’re screwed unless you tap into that power of yours. I was going to help you eat, but…we can skip straight to the feeding if you like.”
“What?” she wheezed.
My gut twisted at the fear in her eyes, but the sudden spiking of her nipples under her shirt belied it.
“It’s not like I can leave you here and go feed, Kat. I’m not a complete bastard.” I ignored her snort at that. “I fought last night, and fucked, and I need to feed. You’re my source.”
She flinched at everyf-word, butsourcehad the whites of her eyes making an appearance. “No way in hell. I’m not letting you feed from me.”
I shot a meaningful glance at the cuffs. “Hence the restraints. You will feed me. Now or later, that’s your only choice. I can’t wait forever.” I could go a lot longer than she realized, but she didn’t need to know that. She needed incentive, and I was giving it to her.
“I don’t want to feed you,” she said, every word louder than the last. “I’m not your mother or your meal.”
I traced her body with my gaze once more. “Thank God for that.”
Fire flashed in Kat’s eyes as impotence, frustration, and sheer fury coalesced into a rapid boil. With a pissed-off snarl she twisted around. “I don’t want”—she kicked out—“to”—kick—“feed”—kick—“you!”
I had jerked just out of reach with the first move. Stretching to catch me, Kat’s foot connected with the tray, sending it flying off the side table. A loud crash heralded its arrival on the concrete floor.
Time for phase two.
I snatched up her now dangling legs and transferred them back to the bed. “It’s not about what you want anymore,” I said coolly. “The sooner you realize that, the better. It’s what I want that matters right now.”
Kat tensed to kick again. I circled her thighs with hard hands, holding her still, refusing to relent, and dragged her down, down, down until she was flat on her back, hands stretched full-length above her head.
Kat struggled anyway, rolling and bucking. “Get your fucking hands off me!”
“Gladly.” As quick as my hands released her, I covered her with my body.
“Umph.”
Without the use of her hands or superior body strength, she could make space between us about as easily as she could prevent me from kissing her, and I took full advantage, savoring the feel of her soft lips against my harder ones. I didn’t dare more than a quick foray inside, and the clack of her teeth as I drew back proved that a wise choice. A sharp nip along her bottom lip was satisfying retaliation.
Kat hissed her displeasure. I chuckled. The sound slid into a groan as a tiny bead of red formed on the sexy bottom curve of her mouth.
Staring into Kat’s narrowed eyes, I stole the drop of blood with the very tip of my tongue. Those eyes widened, darkened, anticipation and anxiety and anger a potent mix in their hazel depths. When I retraced the trail I’d followed, lingering this time, an unwilling moan escaped her throat. Her heart beat so hard I could hear the barely audiblethump-thumpin the air, and my own heart sped up to match.
Tracing down her creamy skin to the edge of her jaw, I nipped and nibbled, savoring her taste, until I reached her ear. A lick. A groan. A bite against that tempting vein running up her throat. When I took the muscle along her shoulder into my mouth and bit down, Kat softened, just for a moment, and arched into me. My eyes practically crossed at the feel of her body pressing up, her full breasts cushioning my chest, her belly cushioning my suddenly steely arousal, her knees parting to cushion my thrusting hips. And then she went rigid.
Kat tipped her body, trying to throw me off, but I pushed my hands beneath her back, under her shirt, pressing her into the very marrow of my bones. Her irritated growl stirred my griffin, who rose at the sound of the female he wanted.
“Arik, no!”
