Page 78 of Griffin Undone
“You say that to me a lot,” I whispered in her ear, the words huskier than I’d like, “except last night. Maybe you should just stop and accept the inevitable.” Reminding her of her declaration was a bastard move, but I wasn’t above using it to push her forward. Still, the scent of her pain in the air had my animal growling unhappily behind my sternum.
“And let you use me?” Her laugh choked off quickly. “I don’t think so.”
“That’s good, Kitty Kat.” I nuzzled her neck, allowed myself another taste of her. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
I took my own advice. Opening my fingers wide, I slid them up her spine, absorbing the feel of each and every rib, of her heaving breath and the strain in her muscles and the hot rush of blood under her skin. All of it pulled me in further, made me need her in a way I’d never experienced before and hoped to God I never experienced again. This intense, all-consuming desire had me tied in knots a Boy Scout couldn’t identify.
Either this worked or phase three would kill me.
Surrendering to necessity, to all-consuming need, I shifted slightly, keeping Kat’s hips pinned with mine as I cupped her breasts. The tips were hard points pronouncing her hunger, begging for the little pinches I gave with unsteady fingers. Fierce hazel eyes hazed over—Kat was sinking just as fast as I was, especially when I noticed the lengthening tips of tiny fangs in her mouth. Forcing my gaze away, I brought my lips to one breast, scraped the edges of my teeth along her nipple, keeping the shirt between her skin and my mouth as the barest protection. When Kat sucked in a gasp, I sucked her into my mouth, shirt and all.
Her cry, a heady mix of pleasure and need and denial, echoed across the telepathic line connecting us. It slithered along my spine, straight to my balls, and I knew I had to penetrate her somehow, some way. Right now. Planting one hand on the bed next to her pillow, I used the other to tilt her head to the side and leaned close, whispered my breath across her neck, rubbed my lips gently along her collarbone.
Kat’s breath caught, held.
I sank my fangs into her vein.
Her body relaxed instantly. The taste of her surrender and her blood roared through me like a wildfire. Between the first swallow and second, need for Kat locked me in place as securely as any handcuffs, reversing our roles of captor and captive. My animal roared in my head at the taste of her. I feasted, gorged, an addict desperate for my fix. Kat’s blood was rich with desire, her body surging against mine despite her earlier denial. She cocked her hips and ran the ridge of her pelvic bone along the length of my erection. Wet heat seeped through both our clothes, reminding me of all the other places I could taste her, blood and cream. The heavy pink fullness of her nipples. The creamy curves of her inner thighs. When I pictured sucking her blood and the hard nub of her clit together, I convulsed, fighting the overwhelming urge to come. My agonized grunt mingled in the air with Kat’s sweet moan of pleasure.
She felt fucking fantastic.
Mine. My female. My mate.
I froze midsuck, my griffin’s claim echoing in my brain.No!
Mate. Mine!my animal bellowed, raging against the cage of my ribs.
I clamped down hard, forcing the griffin back under control, forcing myself to breathe against Kat’s skin. A drop of her blood trailed down her throat. I lapped at it automatically, all of my focus on keeping the wall between my mind and Kat’s solid, impenetrable. The griffin’s roars beat against it, struggling to break free, to connect to the female beneath us through more than the body parts that touched at the moment. I held it back, bile rising in my throat. No giving in—there would be no mate for me, no happy ever after. This was sex, not love. Never love.
Fuck no.
The moment stretched out forever, the struggle inside me real, the need more consuming than anything I’d ever experienced. Only Kat’s whimpered words, her begging brought me back to reality.“Please, please please.”More in my head than my ears, as if forming the words was too much in the midst of her need. I gave my animal one final push as I lapped at the tiny puncture wounds in her neck, gentle swipes, letting the wounds close slowly while Kat continued to move against me, lost in the pleasure. With a final surge against my cock that nearly blew the top of my head off, she convulsed beneath me.
I smoothed my mouth along her cleavage to rest in the valley between her breasts. “That’s it, Kitty Kat. There you go.”
Rearing up, I took in the beauty of her desire: eyes open, dilated, unseeing; cheeks flushed, the bright pink trail sweeping down her neck to disappear under her T-shirt. The need to follow that trail, to see her completely naked overwhelmed me. Kat’s gaze cleared, focused as I lifted her shirt, unclipped her bra, baring her firm breasts for me. Dipping down, I nipped a softening peak just like before, only now the flavor and texture of her bare skin was there to savor, to lick, to suck deep. Kat’s body drew into a bow, trying to force herself closer, force me to take more. And I did. Every suck echoed her heartbeat until we both were lost once more in the rhythm of need locking us together.
My climax rose, hot and hard, drawing up my balls. I pulled back from Kat, breathing away the urge. When I looked down, her beautiful gaze was hidden, her eyes closed, brow wrinkled in concentration. Tiny fangs shone between her lips. Her body strained against her bonds, restless beneath mine. When I shifted up, breaking contact, she gave a frustrated cry. “Arik, please.” The last word was drawn out as she opened her eyes and seared me with a single look. “Let me touch you.”
“You can, babe, anytime.”
“No, no I can’t!” The cuffs rattled as she jerked fruitlessly against them.
I grasped the waistband of her pants and panties together and pulled, stripping her slowly but surely. “You can,” I assured her.
I stared unashamedly, my control cracking like glass at the sight of her bare body, not bothering with more than a quick unzip and shove of my own clothes. A fast donning of a condom. Anything else was impossible with Kat’s legs open in front of me, her naked core flushed and creamy, begging for me. I laid myself over her, notching my cock in that sweet wet valley, and took the plump tip of her breast back into my mouth, sucked hard, my cheeks hollowing with the pressure.
Kat arched against me, a long wail escaping her throat. Heat struck, burning my lips, as a surge of power traveled along her body, up her arms, and the chain connecting her cuffs to the bed melted away with a low hiss. Kat raised free hands to force my mouth back down to her quivering breast.
“Kat!” She’d done it. She’d really done it. I gathered one hand in mine, feeling the metal completely cool, searching for residue of the melting that wasn’t there. A clean, simple release. No mess, no fuss. And all it had taken was the desire to be free.
To touch me.
To fuck me.
No, to make love to me.
“Kat,” I whispered, hating the softening within me but unable to deny it.
