Page 34 of Finding the Forward: Part One
“Grif.” While that was delightful, my greedy pussy yearned to be filled by whatever he was packing.
“Where’s your room? While you look divine spread out on the counter like a buffet, I think the bed might be more comfortable.” Grif scooped me up.
I buried my face in his thick neck, getting dizzy off his rainy scent, as I directed him to my room, glad I no longer had to share.
He flipped the switch, which turned on the lamp and the strings and strings of lights that festooned the net canopy on the bed. My room was tiny, but unlike at home, it was all mine. It was also mostly bed, the alpha-sized four-poster and nightstand taking up a good part of it. The opposite wall had a window with curtains adorned with tiny star cutouts overlooking the small courtyard that the townhouses shared. The matching dresser was squeezed into a corner. Plants filled most available space. Books occupied the rest.
“This is one pretty room, Kitten.” He looked around.
“Thanks. I like pastels.” Especially sea foam, powder blue, and baby pink. There were fine fabrics and a fluffy rug. My big sister helped me decorate.
I squirmed out of his arms and pulled off my shirt. He pulled off his shirt, revealing rippled, pale abs.
Mmmm.I want to lick them.
Digging in his wallet, he set some condoms on the nightstand, then got out of his pants and boxers. “Pack rules, Gorgeous. Also, I’m married to a guy, so I’m not on birth control.”
“Perfectly fine. I am.” Because I wasn’t going through my PhD program pregnant.
Oh, glory, that dick. It was long, thick, hard, and rather pretty as far as cocks went.
I licked my lips. “Tiger, I want you buried deep inside me right now.”
Chapter Eleven
Grif
Good. Because that’s exactly what I wanted to do–fuck my kitten. Hard.
“You want me to throw you against the wall and pound into you, don’t you?” Closing the space between us, I wrapped a hand around her golden throat.
A whiff of her sweet desire rewarded me.Good little kitten.
Being able to make her happy, make her come over and over, tend to her deepest desires and needs, satiated me on the most primal of levels. Like it was a job I was meant to do.
“Oh, yes, Grif.” Her eyes met mine. “Pull my hair and make me yours.”
Oh, I would. I was already hers.
My lips grazed her ear, biting gently. Her being an alpha should make me want to be careful. I was suppressing my omega, and the last thing I needed was for her to wake things up.
Also, alphas were pretty good at rooting out hidden omegas. My secret going public could end my career–and I wasn’t ready for that.
Still, there was no way I’d stay away from Verity. If the Knights wanted to trade me, I might as well play with fire.
Blockers had damaged both of us. Maybe she wouldn’t figure it out–and nothing would give me away–until I was sure this was what we both wanted.
“At some point, I want to ride you. I’m open to most things. While I enjoy being taken care of, I want to take care of you, too.” Her hand stroked my back, those pink painted nails cupping my ass.
I loved how she wanted me to take charge but wasn’t afraid to tell me what she liked.
“Mmmm, I like that sound of that. Also, I want to slide my dick down your throat and fill your belly with my cum–and take your cute ass,” I told her, nibbling on one of her nipples.
She gasped, her free hand stroking my shoulder. “I want to taste your tattoos.”
“I enjoyed tasting yours.” Giving her nipple one last tease, I gazed into those blue-green eyes. I languidly trailed kisses down her body, enjoying her sweet sounds, the slightly salty taste of her soft skin.
A moan escaped her lips. “You missed one.”
