Chapter 11 #2
I have no choice. Propelled along by my own aching desire and shame for not managing this better, I follow Gryff through a door at the back between the shelves and into a storeroom filled with boxes of unpacked stock. “Go on. I’ll stand guard.”
I gape at him. “But I—I can’t. Not here.”
“But you need to.”
I nod, cheeks flaming. There’s no denying I need it badly. The hunger gnaws at my insides, clenching my belly, making me wonder if I’ve ever actually felt hunger before now.
“Fuck.” Gryff’s nostrils flare. He looks behind us as if he expects someone to burst into the storeroom any moment. Then he steps forward. “Come here.”
Hesitantly I step closer, and he pulls me into his arms. He turns me, positioning me with my back against his front, and I’m instantly more relaxed.
The feel of his heartbeat against my back and his warm flesh on mine is like a first taste of what I’m craving.
My mind is racing, though. He’s holding me again, and this time I can almost let myself imagine he’s about to do more.
A soft purr hums in my ear, and it’s like someone waved a magic wand and all the tension instantly melts from my shoulders down my spine and pools in my core.
I moan as his hands slide over my hips. Some long buried ancestral instinct urges me to tip my head to one side and expose my neck to his teeth.
God, I’ve never fantasized about being bitten before…
“Pull up your dress.”
The short sundress I’m wearing is easy to lift, and I obey instantly. My heart pounds as the hem reaches my panties and I tug it higher. He really is. He’s about to touch me right here in the back of the hardware store because I need it. Because he knows I need it.
A warm hand slides over my thigh to cup my mound. No one has ever touched me so intimately before. It feels so right for it to be Gryff.
The next breath is unsteady, but I can’t tell whether it’s him trembling or me. Of course it’s me. He’s only doing this to protect people from me, isn’t he?
He pulls my underwear aside roughly, spearing thick, calloused fingers inside me in one swift motion. I gasp, but I’m gasping into his palm because his other hand covers my mouth, smothering any sound I might make.
I can only whimper against his rough skin as his textured fingertips seek out the place inside me that makes my knees weak and my breath tighten in my throat.
My legs give out a moment later, and I’m forced to rely on his strength holding me up while he grinds his hand deeper to the very spot that I need him most.
I moan into his palm, and he soothes me, whispering against my ear. “That’s right. Stop fighting it. You need it, don’t you?”
I try to nod, but I’m too busy writhing against his body for more.
I’m pressed up against him, but he angles his hips away so even though I’m dying to know if there will be a repeat of the erection I’m certain I felt on the ladder, I can’t tell.
“Shhh.” His lips are so close to my cheek the brush of his skin on mine feels almost like a kiss.
It’s unbearable. I’m so wet. The sloppy sound of his hand plunging in and out of me is obscene.
And then I break.
His fingers curl inside me, and a hard crest of pleasure captures me for a moment. I cry out. I think I even call his name.
I’m a little sad it happened so quickly. I’m not ready for this to be over.
For a few moments more, he holds me tight and his fingers work my pussy until the very last drop of pleasure is wrung from me.
Gryff’s voice rasps in my ear. “Are you done, Honey?”
I’m trembling. Sweetness leaches from me in slow, delicious waves, leaving me weak. I want to beg for a hundred more, for his cock inside me, for something I can’t name.
His voice is more commanding this time, though still hushed. “Honey, I need you to tell me that you’re done.”
I whimper. I don’t want to be done. I never want him to stop touching me.
He lets out a low chuckle against my neck, and I almost combust. “Not even close, are you, babygirl? Come on then, give me another.”
I should protest. I should tell him he’s done more than enough.
I don’t, though. I lean against his rigid strength and let him flick another two orgasms from my overstimulated clit. My legs tremble. I feel content and depleted in a way I can’t remember feeling before.
My pussy gives a final flutter, and then all of a sudden I remember.
Oh god! He made me cum. No one has ever touched me like this and survived it with their mind intact. I twist from his arms and turn to face him, horrified. “Gryff? Are you still you? Did I hurt you?”
His expression is unreadable for a moment. It’s lighter than I remember seeing it, somehow happier. Then his brows close into the scowl I’m used to. “You hurt me? Of course not.”
Oh. Right. Because he’s not actually interested in me no matter how much I thought for a moment…
I clear my throat, brushing my hands over my skirt to smooth it against my thighs.
“Thank you. You, um… you were right. That was what I needed.” I squash down the urge to ask him what changed his mind.
What made him offer that to me? I don’t want to know he only did it out of pity.
Or duty. I’d rather pretend he did it because he wanted to, though the very fact that he still has his wits suggests otherwise.
Instead I tug down my skirt and step away from him with regret.
“Come on. Let’s get out of here.” I lead him back out into the main part of the store, and he follows without complaint. He probably can’t wait to take me home so I’m not his problem any longer.
I wish I could say this would dispel the stupid longing I’ve felt building since we met. I already know it won’t, though. How could it?
Gryff is everything I never knew I needed. Commanding, soft when it counts. Imagine how passionate he would be when real feelings were involved.
I’m not sure I can, though. Not when Gryff faking it is somehow better than anything I’ve ever seen in any film or read in any book.
What would it be like to be with a man who wanted me not because my power compels him, but for who I am? Who I really am. What would it be like to be with a man who still wanted me when I’ve cum and the spell my body casts over him has worn off?
I’ll probably never know, but Gryff is the closest I’ve come to ever finding out, and that’s addictive.