Page 139 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
Grif
She’d bonded with me.
After everything we’d been through, including me hiding my designation from her, she still loved me enough to bond me.
How did I get to be so lucky?
My heart pulsed with happiness as Verity joined the bond, nestling right there with Dean and AJ. I got a hint of smugness from Dean through our bond.
“Mine,” I told her. Even though we were still locked together, I flipped us so that my body pinned her to the bed. Kissing her lips, my mouth trailed down her throat and collarbone.
Lazily, I lavished attention on one of her breasts. Toying with her nipples with my tongue, I nipped and sucked, enjoying the sweet mews of my sweet kitten until she unlocked me.
My alpha.
She gasped as I bit down gently with my teeth and her eyes widened in anticipation. I gave it a kiss, then turned to the other breast so as not to neglect it.
No. Not there. Dean probably would. He adored her breasts.
I kissed her abs and licked her belly button. Pushing her legs open, I feasted on her sweet pussy. Taking my tongue, I wroteI love you so muchon her clit, relishing every wiggle, every moan. Her eyes grew half-lidded as her back arched.
“You like that, don’t you?” I said into her pussy as I rolled her bud between my fingers.
“So much.” Her chest shuddered.
“Come all over my face, Kitten.” I inserted a couple of fingers inside her quivering folds, as I went back to playing her pussy like a piano. Her alpha desire and need grew overwhelming. Part of me was having trouble being patient.
The other part of me loved making her a wanting mess over and over.
Soon.
I kept kissing her, though I moved my kisses to her inner thigh. Tracing her tiny tattoo with my lips, I memorized it because I loved that tiny flower.
Her muscles spasmed around my fingers.
My lips brushed her inner thigh, looking for the perfect place to bite, right by her little tattoo. There. I clamped down at a nice meaty juncture, sinking my teeth into her flesh deep enough to draw blood. Our bond tingled as that second part lit up between us.
“Grif.” Her back arched as I got an onslaught of pleasure from her.
Oh, yes. That was it.
I gently licked the wound.
She laughed. “Your beard tickles.”
“Does it? What about this?” I buried my face in her pussy, more to tickle her with my beard than anything else.
“Grif,” she squealed.
I laughed, then got in bed next to her, pulling the covers over us and resting my head on her breasts.
She stroked my hair and a purr rumbled in her chest, audible, but soft, as we cuddled.
Finally, she kissed my forehead. “I need to use the bathroom. How about if we take a bath?”
“I’d like that. Is there any more wine in the fridge?” That sounded nice. A candlelit bubble bath. Some wine.
More fucking.
