Chapter 21
TWENTY ONE
Honey
I’m a shaky mess the second Gryff tosses me on the bed and grabs the waistband of my shorts.
Together we scramble to pull off my clothes.
There’s a small part of me that’s still processing the fact that Gryff is actually here with me, tearing off the shorts, tossing them aside, growling as he hooks his fingers into the elastic of the bikini bottoms.
That part gets drowned out by the part that’s cheering loudly and melting into a wet puddle when his hot breath fans over my lower belly. “What do you think you’re doing outside dressed like this?”
“Yard work.” I’m ashamed to say it comes out as a squeak.
He laughs. “Not for long. Not when every alpha this side of town gets a whiff of that sweet pussy and comes running to do my job for me.” The bikini bottoms join my shorts on the floor, and my pussy quivers as he spreads me wide.
“I could smell this a mile off, and I bet half the town can too. So fucking fertile. So breedable.”
I moan as he runs his tongue in one long stripe from bottom to top and lifts his head again to glare at me.
“It’s not your fault, is it?”
I shake my head. I’m so desperate for him to continue I’m not even sure what he’s talking about. Somewhere in the back of my mind that very tiny rational part of my brain is screaming there’s something important happening here. Something I should be paying more attention to.
“No it’s not. You need rutting. You need my big fat knot stuffing my cum right up in that hungry cunt, don’t you?”
Oh god, did he have to have such a filthy mouth too? Why do I like it so much?
I tremble as he takes another long, slow taste. “You said something about being in heat before. Is that what this is? Why hasn’t this happened to me before?”
“Yeah. I’d know that scent anywhere.” As if to prove it, he lowers his head and takes a long sniff.
I don’t know why that’s so erotic, but it’s enough to make me clench around nothing.
“It will ease today, I promise. It won’t stay like this forever. In the meantime, I’ve got you. I’m going to fill you up as many times as you need, but you have to be a good girl and promise me you’ll tell me every time you need it. Have we got a deal?”
I nod. I’d be stupid to turn that one down. Gryff wants to fuck me multiple times today?
Gryff wants to fuck me?
How did we go from him not being interested to this so suddenly? “But what if I hurt you?”
He growls. “You let me worry about that. Have you hurt me so far?”
“I don’t know. I hope not. Have I?”
“No. And I won’t let you.”
“But how—?”
A large hand covers my mouth. “Shhh. Now lie back and let me show you how a real alpha takes care of his omega.”
I have so many questions, but when Gryff reaches between us and releases his cock from his jeans while sliding into position over me, they all get lost somewhere.
His breath hitches as he fits himself against my entrance, and the way he slides in so easily tells me I’m exactly as wet as I think I am.
With another low growl he slides all the way inside me, and something passes across his face. Just a shadow. He turns away, shuts his eyes tight, and pauses there for a beat.
I watch him for signs that I’m draining him, signs of that desire I know I felt before, but I feel nothing except the glorious stretch of his big cock.
Then just like that, his eyes snap back open and he fixes me with an intense look. Reaching down with one hand, he hooks my leg over his hips. “You good?”
I nod. I really need him to move, but I remember his concerns last night over taking my virginity. I know he’s just checking on me.
He growls. “Hold on tight, Honey. Let’s give you what you need.”
Gryff pulls back and plunges inside in a long, deep stroke. He does it again, and I slide up the mattress with the force of his hips. Inside me, the head of his cock nudges against something heavenly. Something that makes my eyes roll back in my head.
I lift my hips to meet the next thrust, gripping the sheets tightly.
He leans in and speeds up his movements, letting me have it over and over until the slap, slap of his hips meeting mine fills the room.
For a while we don’t say anything else. Not that I could. My brain is so scrambled from the sensations he’s creating in me and the thoughts whirring around in my head. The soft grunts of his exertion spur me on, and my tits bounce with every punishing thrust.
Is he enjoying it too? Every movement of his body within mine feels perfect. The angle, the force, everything is just right. Gryff fucks me like he was made to fit me, and I just hope he’s getting something from this too.
I feel my orgasm getting closer as my pussy grows even wetter. I don’t want this to be over, so I squeeze tight around him, clinging to him with heels and nails and every fiber of my being.
His rhythm falters. He rears back and looks down at me even as his hips continue their fierce fucking. “You trying to milk me, Honey? Is that it? Are you trying to make me embarrass myself? If you want my cum, you only have to ask.”
“I want it!” The words burst from me in a rush, and Gryff moans.
“Fucking hell.”
Is that good or bad? I can’t ask because I’m hovering somewhere between desperation and ecstasy, clinging to him like he’s my savior. Isn’t he?
“Fuck!” Gryff lets out another low moan. Inside me, he swells up as his body seems to grow. Fur sprouts from all the places not covered by his clothing and two pointed ears lengthen at the top of his head.
There has to be a small part of him feeling this too. “Please, Gryff.” I can hardly think about anything but that warm, flooding sensation. The full feeling of his knot stuffing me and his cum in my belly. “I want it. Don’t you want it too?”
“Then ask me ‘please, Daddy.’” Gryff’s voice is a low rasp.
I clench around him involuntarily. “Please, Daddy!”
A noise comes from him then that I can’t remember hearing before.
It’s somewhere between a snarl and a rattle.
Not a roar, but both louder and more soothing than a growl.
It rumbles all the way down my spine, and I swear it even vibrates my clit.
“Oh, you’re a good fucking girl. Now do what you’re told and cum for me so I can give you what you want. ”
I’ve never cum on demand before. But when Gryff lets out another one of those commanding rumbles, my clit tingles, he hits that part inside me, and I don’t have any choice.
My mouth opens on a silent scream. My eyes want to close, but I don’t want to miss a single moment of this.
I force them open, watching as the tendons in Gryff’s neck strain with his effort.
Then my pussy squeezes him tight in rhythmic contractions I can’t control.
I shake with the force of an orgasm so powerful I forget to breathe.
I forget to warn him. I forget about everything except the thick cock filling me up and the heat of him over me, surrounding me, claiming me.
He cries out, snapping forward in a final thrust that sinks him all the way to the root. And then he holds me through the other side, looking down at me, telling me what a good girl I am until it’s over.
When I can breathe again, I’m stuffed full of Gryff’s knot and he’s watching me, chest heaving with breaths as unsteady as mine. “You good, babygirl?”
Good doesn’t come close to covering it, but I nod and he sinks onto his side, pulling me close and stroking my hair from my sweaty forehead.
“Shhh. Rest now.”
We’re quiet for a while. Still attached, I lie with my leg slung over him and my head on his chest. I listen to his heartbeat return to normal.
“Gryff?” I ask after a while.
“Mmm?”
“How can you do this without getting hurt? Without being affected by me?”
“What do you mean, Honey? I thought we talked about that.”
I feel foolish. Almost too foolish to ask, but now that I’m sated and lying here in his arms, all the questions I had earlier have come flying back to the surface of my mind. “Well, it’s just that I thought I felt it for a moment. Outside by the tree.”
He stiffens beneath me. “Felt what?”
“You know.”
“No. I don’t. Felt what, Honey?” Where his voice was soft before, now it’s hard as steel.
I choose my next words carefully. “I thought I felt the pull I feel when someone desires me. I was worried that I would hurt you because that only happens when I’m about to… to feed on someone.”
Within me his knot softens, and he slips from my body with a gush.
“You must have been mistaken, then.” Gryff disengages himself from me and swings his legs onto the floor.
I don’t even have a moment to admire the shape of him before he tucks himself away and fastens his fly.
“Let me get you something to clean up with.”
He turns away and disappears into the bathroom, leaving me lying in a cooling patch of wetness, confused and ashamed for ruining a moment that might have gone down in my top five moments ever.