Page 41 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
I am, Cow Boy. I am.
We finished our truffles, port, and my coffee, then I paid the bill. Taking his arm, we took the elevator downstairs, walked outside, and waited for the valet. He pressed me up against the wall, mouth smashing against mine.
Grif’s lips tasted of chocolate and port, the kiss itself laced with a cocktail of desire and passion. My arms wrapped around him as I kissed him back, letting him know my plans for tonight with my tongue.
“Take me home, Alpha,” he breathed, breaking it off. He gestured toward the driver’s seat when the valet brought our car.
He was letting me drive his precious car? That was his one extravagance and had come with him from Florida. While I had a license, I didn’t have my own car. If I needed one, I took our pack’s SUV.
When we got home, we went upstairs to our place, which glowed with the fairy lights near the piano that Dean refused to take down.
Pushing him toward my room, my mouth pressed against his. Our clothes came off, leaving a trail to my bedroom at the far end of the hall, and I kicked the door closed.
With a few pushes, I had him naked on my bed. There was no light on, just the city lights streaming in from the windows, which were the entire length of the wall with the balcony.
I grabbed the lube and wipes out of my nightstand. Other instruments of pleasure greeted me. Did I restrain him? Blindfold him? Maybe use some toys.
Later.
“Mine,” I growled, straddling him, my cock aching to fill him, my knot swollen and ready. “Mine.” I lubed up his ass and worked his hole as my kisses continued. “Mine.” My kisses trailed down his jaw to his collarbone, where I nibbled lightly as his hands ran up and down my back. “Mine.”
I bit down gently where I planned on marking him. My teeth ached with the need to claim him. Mark him.
Mine.
“I’m all yours, Alpha.” Grif melted under me, his sweet arousal permeating the room with his usual rain.
Those words went straight to my cock as I continued to prepare him for me. I lubed up my hard and aching cock. Straddling him, my eyes meeting his, I entered him.
“I love it when you’re inside me.” His voice grew low and needy, eyes closing.
“Open your eyes when I take you,” I ordered as I seated myself all the way inside him.
Grif’s eyes opened, and I stared at his face. That handsome face that snared me from across the rink all those years ago. Back when I left my team in Bucharest, where I’d been happy in hopes of actually achieving my PHL dreams and showing my parents I wasn’t wasting my time with myhockey nonsense.
He hadn’t had a beard then. I liked his beard. We’d grown them together one season, but I preferred my goatee.
“Will you be mine? Will you let me bond you right here?” I kissed the spot I’d chosen. “Mark you? Claim you? I love you more than anything.”
Even myself.
“I can’t imagine spending one more moment without you.” Years. I’d been waiting for years for this moment—the moment I made Grif mine.
“Please, Alpha. Make me yours.” Grif bent his neck, exposing his throat in beautiful submission.
How did I get to be so lucky?
I bit down on that juncture at his neck and collarbone. A needy whine echoed through the room. My teeth continued to ache and as I bit down all the way, the metallic taste of his blood filled my mouth.
“AJ,” he moaned in pleasure, his body writhing under me.
One of my hands held him down. He stilled under my touch.Good boy.
Warmth filled me as I continued to bite down, the proteins in my saliva entering his bloodstream through the bite mark, bonding us. That hit me square in the chest, hooking my heart to his, joining our very souls.
A happy growl burst from my throat as I released his flesh.
“You took my bite so good, Boo-Boo.” I started lapping at the mark to help heal it, so a silvery mark would be left behind.
