Chapter 32 Griffin #2
But despite the marks of the fucking torture she’s had to endure, everything about her still calls to my soul. I don’t know how to describe it.
It’s everything. She’s everything.
I’m shaken from my trance when I see her eyes, glazed over from her heat, find me.
“Griffin?” She whimpers, her perfume exploding out from her, calling my thick eucalyptus scent out to swirl with hers in the small room.
“I’m here, sweetheart. Can I come in?”
“Please,” she whines, parting her thighs and revealing the glistening slick that coats them.
Fucking hell.
I’m hovering over her, my fists clenching into the soft fabric of the blankets above her head in an instant.
“It hurts.”
Her soft cry makes me feel like I’m swallowing razor blades as I try and shove down the rage building in my gut.
She shouldn’t be in this kind of pain. This is fucking wrong.
No omega should be forced to endure this kind of torture, but especially not sweet, kind, selfless Mirabelle.
I reach down and brush away the tears that’re falling down her cheeks before kissing down her neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses.
Mine.
A deep primal growl leaves my throat. My mind goes hazy as I inhale the essence of the sweetest strawberries in all of existence.
I want to devour her.
Bite.
The idea crystallizes in my mind, as clear as day. If I bite her, she’ll be mine forever.
My teeth scrape on her soft skin and her hands fly up to tangle in my hair. I expect them to push me away, but she tugs me closer.
Fuck. This is dangerous.
She’s dangerous.
A hand comes to my shoulder and tugs me away. A snarl tugs at my lips as I bare my teeth.
I blink and shake my head, clearing my hazy vision to see Rowan’s wide eyes.
“Whoa, shit, I—I—“ Rowan stands beside the bed, his hands raised in surrender. “Don’t bite her. I don’t know what that’ll do when her heat’s already been so fucked up.”
He has a point. I know basically nothing about the drug Jett gave her, other than the way it leaves her scent with a slightly artificial aftertaste.
“Fine,” I grit out, returning my attention to Mirabelle, who’s squirming underneath me.
“Please, Griffin,” she pants, blinking up at me.
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
“I—I don’t know.”
I hook her leg up over my hip, grinding my hard length over her pussy. Her slick quickly soaks through the thin fabric of my boxers.
She throws her head back with a moan, her hands flying up to my shoulders. I barely feel the sting of her nails as she claws them down my arms.
“More, please, more,” she chants.
I reach up and grasp her wrist, tugging it down between us and shoving our hands into my boxers.
“Tell me. Do you want my cock?” I ask, wrapping her slender fingers around my shaft, moving her hand up towards the head.
She lets out a startled gasp, her eyes going wide as she blinks up at me. Her lips part in the shape of an “O” like she’s shocked at the feel of my cock.
“Or is that not enough for you?” I growl, drawing her hand further down my shaft to squeeze around my knot that’s swelling from how fucking turned on I am. “Do you want my knot, sweetheart?”
“Yes, please.”
She shifts her thighs, trying to draw them down. Probably to give her a little friction, some stimulation to ease the ache that’s probably driving her insane.
But that movement would close her legs and I don’t want that. I want her open for me. Want her glistening pussy spread wide.
“Then I’ll give it to you,” I growl, jerking my boxers down my hips and freeing my throbbing cock.
The tip glistens with pre-cum that mixes with her slick as I drag it up and down her soaked folds.
“You’re fucking soaked for me, sweetheart.”
“That—that’s good, right?” She pants, wiggling her hips, almost like she’s trying to tempt me into seating myself balls deep inside of her.
“It’s fucking perfect.”
Her question betrays her inexperience. This can’t be her first heat, considering her age, but I have a sneaking suspicion she’s never had a partner for her heat. At least not one who’s helped her through it in the way she deserves.
I should take things slow. Treat her right. Not rut her into the mattress until it, her, and I are indistinguishable from each other.
“Please, Griffin.”
My name on her lips makes something snap inside me and my hips move forward of their own volition, sinking into her wet heat.
It takes all of my self-control to slow the motion, stretching her on my cock in a way that I’m sure drives us both insane.
Her eyes screw shut and she lets out a startled gasp.
“Does it hurt?” I ask through gritted teeth.
She shakes her head, but her eyes are still shut. That bothers me. I want them open. I want to see her.
I hike her leg up so I can seat myself fully inside of her, my knot teasing her entrance. Her inner walls flutter around me, begging me to thrust, begging me to move.
“Open your eyes for me, Sweetheart. I want to look at you while I fuck you.”
She blinks her eyes open, revealing her bright emerald green eyes. She does it immediately.
Makes me think about how Ash is so fond of giving her little commands. He’s onto something.
There’s just something about Mirabelle that wants to please. It’s a dangerous thing, that trust she’s given all of us.
But like hell am I going to let that go.
“I’m going to move now. And you’re going to take it like a good girl.”
Her lashes flutter as I slide my cock out before thrusting forward, grinding down to add pressure to her clit, but she fights to keep her eyes open.
She really is such a good girl.
“That’s it.” I reach up to cradle her face as I start thrusting in earnest.
She bites her bottom lip, a whine building in her throat as she takes it. Her scent loses the sharp bitter hint of her fear, sweetening in a way that’s intoxication. I swear, I start to feel high, the longer things go on.
A noise comes from beside us and I jerk my gaze to see Rowan leaning against the wall, his chest heaving, his pupils blown, and a massive tent in his sweatpants.
Mirabelle seems to notice the involuntary noise he made too, because she turns her head, her lips quirking up into a smile.
Her outstretched hand to him is the only signal I need to roll us over so she’s on top of me. She lets out a startled cry, her hands flying to my chest to steady herself.
God, her hair is stunning. The long auburn tresses cascade around us, creating a little universe between her face and mine.
“What—what’re you doing?” She pants, shifting her weight. My cock shifts inside her and her eyes flutter.
“We’re gonna switch things up,” I growl, grabbing her waist and lifting her off my cock.
She lets out a frustrated whine, fighting my hold on her and trying to sink back onto my cock.
It’s the hottest thing in the fucking world.
I sit up and nip at her lips, which only seems to drive her even crazier.
“Patience, sweetheart,” I murmur. “We’re going to make things easier for Rowan to join us. How do you like the sound of that?”
“Yes!” She groans, squirming under me.
I prop myself up against the pillows, spinning her so her back is pressed up against my chest.
Rowan’s eyes are wide as I meet his gaze, using my knees to spread Mirabelle wide open for him to see. His jaw clenches as I drag her dripping warmth against my throbbing cock.
“You have a decision to make, then,” I say, my breath hot against her ear.
She wiggles her hips back against me, gripping my thighs with her nails.
“You—you’re teasing me.”
“I am.” My hands span her waist as I lift her up and onto her knees, the head of my cock just barely pressing against her entrance.
She’s so wet her slick is practically dripping down onto me.
She lets out a frustrated groan, her hair swirling around her face when she tries to glare at me over her shoulder.
Looks like our little sweetheart has a fire inside of her, when she wants to get fucked.
“I’m going to fuck you like this.” My hips shift upwards, stretching her on the head of my cock slowly.
A whine leaves her throat at the change in position.
“But only when you decide whether you want Rowan kissing that pretty mouth of yours and playing with your clit while I fuck you or if you want his cock in your mouth.”
Rowan makes a startled sound at the back of his throat, but he’s not stupid enough to protest. He obviously wants to be a part of this.
“The—the second option,” Mirabelle pants, her eyes going wide as she turns to Rowan. “Unless—“
“Let’s do it,” Rowan nods immediately, whipping off his shirt.
The kid doesn’t have to be asked twice. I respect it. I was the same when he revealed that I’d be the one helping Mirabelle through her heat.
“You ready, sweetheart?” I growl low in her ear as Rowan climbs onto the bed, his movements slow and unsure.
She nods her head like a little bobblehead.
“Good girl,” I growl, pulling her down onto my cock with the hold on her waist.