Chapter Eleven
Grif
G ood. Because that’s exactly what I wanted to do–fuck my kitten. Hard.
“You want me to throw you against the wall and pound into you, don’t you?” Closing the space between us, I wrapped a hand around her golden throat.
A whiff of her sweet desire rewarded me. Good little kitten.
Being able to make her happy, make her come over and over, tend to her deepest desires and needs, satiated me on the most primal of levels. Like it was a job I was meant to do.
“Oh, yes, Grif.” Her eyes met mine. “Pull my hair and make me yours.”
Oh, I would. I was already hers.
My lips grazed her ear, biting gently. Her being an alpha should make me want to be careful. I was suppressing my omega, and the last thing I needed was for her to wake things up.
Also, alphas were pretty good at rooting out hidden omegas. My secret going public could end my career–and I wasn’t ready for that.
Still, there was no way I’d stay away from Verity. If the Knights wanted to trade me, I might as well play with fire.
Blockers had damaged both of us. Maybe she wouldn’t figure it out–and nothing would give me away–until I was sure this was what we both wanted.
“At some point, I want to ride you. I’m open to most things. While I enjoy being taken care of, I want to take care of you, too.” Her hand stroked my back, those pink painted nails cupping my ass.
I loved how she wanted me to take charge but wasn’t afraid to tell me what she liked.
“Mmmm, I like that sound of that. Also, I want to slide my dick down your throat and fill your belly with my cum–and take your cute ass,” I told her, nibbling on one of her nipples.
She gasped, her free hand stroking my shoulder. “I want to taste your tattoos.”
“I enjoyed tasting yours.” Giving her nipple one last tease, I gazed into those blue-green eyes. I languidly trailed kisses down her body, enjoying her sweet sounds, the slightly salty taste of her soft skin.
A moan escaped her lips. “You missed one.”
“Oh, yeah?” Had I?
She turned her muscular back to me. On her shoulder blade, a little fairy with pink wings sat on a mushroom. My mouth explored her tattoo as my hands cupped her ass. She had a beautiful back, and I itched to have Dean design something for it. Something meaningful and elegant, but playful.
“Fuck me, please,” she begged.
An alpha begging for my cock set me on fire. How could I deny that?
“As you wish, Kitten.” I took a condom from the bedside table and rolled it over my erection. Bringing her over to the wall, I pressed her to it, so she faced me.
I put one hand around her throat, holding her still, worried about her leg, her comfort. “Is that okay, Kitten?”
“Sink that luscious dick into my pussy and ruin me.” Pure desire flared in her scent.
Wish granted.
Lining myself up with her wet slit, I plunged in. Her soft readiness surrounded me. A feeling of rightness settled over me. While I loved being inside Dean, this was an entirely different sensation.
“I like how I fit so perfectly in that sweet cunt of yours,” I murmured into her ear. Thrusting in and out, I railed her, my balls slapping against her thighs. My free hand toyed with her beautiful breasts, which weren’t quite a handful in my large hands, but perfect, nevertheless.
“More, more. I’m so close,” she breathed.
She raked her nails through my hair and down my back. Mark me with your claws, Kitten. Her mouth explored my tattoos–my pack tattoo on my shoulder, the one on my heart...
“I won’t last much longer, but I’ll give you everything I’ve got,” I warned. In this moment, pleasing her was absolute. I picked up the pace. Her bare ass thumped into the wall. My fingers dug lightly into her neck.
Verity gasped. “I’m going to come.”
Her pussy shuddered as her orgasm racked her body–not as hard as on the airplane, but enough that the spasms choked my dick, making me spurt into her. Letting go of her neck, I wrapped her tightly in my arms.
I gasped as Verity’s hold on my cock grew tight and pleasure shot through me. “You strangle my dick deliciously, Kitten.”
“Oops. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to lock you. I got too excited.” Her body shuddered as embarrassment coated her face and tinged her scent.
“Don’t apologize. I can’t think of a pussy I’d rather be trapped in.” I’d never been locked before. Fuck, it felt good.
Peppering her with kisses, I wrapped her legs around me. I lifted her from the wall, bringing us onto the bed, still joined together.
Taking the comforter, I pulled it over our sweaty, naked bodies and pressed a kiss to her temple. “We fit so well.”
“That was amazing, Tiger.” Verity gazed at me with adoration as she rested her head against my chest, fingers playing with my beard.
Mmmm, yes, I needed this. Not the sex, the connection. Knowing I was her world.
And she was mine.
I held her close, running my hands up and down her back as we cuddled. “Oh, Kitten, you haven’t seen anything yet.”