Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Lark
The bastards are fucking with us.
It has been two weeks, during which we have chopped a forest’s worth of wood. Lugged sacks of grit, flour, and corn. Rolled boulders where they are tunneling out a new section of the eyrie, and generally grafted until we are shaking with fatigue.
They feed us mid-morning, and in the afternoon, take us to the vast, cavernous training area. Here, one or other of the griffin shifter bastards beats us within an inch of our lives under the guise of a training session.
My wolf is usually quiet. But even he is pissed with this. Mere entry to the training pit has him prowling, snapping, and snarling.
It is worse when the big bastard, Vander, decides to give us a going-over.
I’m usually an even-tempered, upbeat man, but I am permanently bruised, battered, and surly. The only saving grace is that the food is good, and we get to be with Violet of an evening.
By that point, we are so fucking exhausted, the best we can do is crawl into the nest with her and hold her between us.
This is coming to a head, I can feel it, an underlying tension that permeates every breath. Rafe and I have spoken about it, but neither of us sees a way out.
Tonight, like every other night, we fall deeply asleep almost instantly on hitting the nest with Violet between us.
And also, like every other night, when it is dark and quiet, her small hands roam, slipping under the waist of my pants and delving beneath.
Her fingers wrapping around my cock offer a prelude to her taking me in her sweet mouth—I guess it will be my turn to get sucked off tonight and Rafe’s turn to rouse himself to plow her.
She is such a sweet, eager little thing despite the turn of events. And how I love this version of her when she is not in heat. I wondered whether one day she would remember, and if she did, how she might be with us.
It is so much better than even my dreams.
My cock flexes. I groan low. Her sweet sigh is breathed against my chest, and then her fingers clench and squeeze over my hard flesh. My cock flexes again, pre-cum leaking from the tip.
She nips against my throat—I groan again. Her aroused scent fills my nose.
“Gods,” Rafe mutters thickly from her other side. “What is she doing to you?”
“Taunting me,” I say gruffly. “Go on, lass. You know you want a taste.” My fingertips trace down her soft cheek, over her shoulder, and down her back until I can squeeze her ass. “We both know you won’t settle until you get a belly full.”
Her soft breath caresses my throat before she pushes me onto my back and rolls over me. She has liberated my cock from my pants in an instant, and a dreamy groan accompanies her wrapping her mouth around the head. She sucks dutifully.
The nest rocks as Rafe rolls to kneel behind her. “Gods, my legs are weak,” he mutters.
It is dark, and even my shifter eyes can barely make out more than shadows.
Yet a faint scuffling reaches my ears, coming from beyond a viewing window, along with a foreign, spicy scent.
The griffin bastards have a sixth sense where our rutting is concerned, even in the middle of the night.
They are playing the long game. Maybe they’re trying to break us, wear us down until we no longer have the strength to fuck her even when her sweet lips seek us.
Good luck with that. If my heart is still beating in my chest, I shall want her.
She swirls her tongue around my cock head and then sucks me to the back of her throat.
I groan. No longer caring who is watching, too focused on the lass sucking me.
Rafe penetrates her, driving her forward and forcing my cock into her throat.
She hums around me. My fingers capture her hair, playing with the springy strands, as I let her have me as she will. I would deny this woman nothing, give her the moon were it possible.
I adore her wholly, as does my wolf.
The base of my cock grows extra sensitive. Almost like she senses it, her little fingers caress the location of my phantom knot. It belongs to a true shifter, and an alpha at that. Yet the tingling gets stronger, like I’m almost shifting there, a sweet tickling sensation.
Only I’m not an alpha, nor am I even a lowly beta shifter. I’m mute, and my wolf is locked inside.
He never minded. In the human lands where I spent most of my life, it was better that way. Less complicated.
He rumbles a purr, and it pops right out of my mouth. Not the first time I have purred since I mated Violet.
My mate.
Fuck. I fucking love the sound of that.
She seems obsessed with the place where my knot should be. Her groans grow louder, her head bobbing, warm, wet mouth swallowing me as she slurps and laps like my leaking pre-cum is a personal treat.
“How does her cunt feel?” I ask gruffly, trying to stave off my release, wanting to bask as long as possible on the cusp.
I wish I had the energy to plow her. Then again, maybe not, because it is a toss-up as to which is better.
There is no need for comparisons here. Being inside her anywhere is heaven.
“Fucking amazing,” he says gruffly. “Her soft cunt is sucking on my dick as I plow her.”
He never used to be one for dirty talk. That was me. Yet he is changing. Accepting who we are and our claim on the omega between us. I’m fucking here for it.
My balls tighten and the base of my spine tingles. I try to think about all those boulders I was lugging earlier, but it’s no use; my climax is bearing down upon me. The tingling at the base of my cock grows ever more intense. I brush her fingers aside and sink my own into the agonized flesh.
Something pops.
Ah, Gods! I’m losing my mind. Cum rushes and spurts out of my cock.
She goes wild, bucking, sucking me deeper down her throat as she surrenders to her pleasure.
The sticky slapping noises of Rafe’s rutting pick up in pace. He groans, cries out, and stills. I think about his cum in her cunt, pulsing, filling her all up, and another savage climax arrests me. The swollen flesh under my fingers pulses.
She hums.
“Such a greedy lass,” I say, a lazy smirk blooming.
My body is bathed in sweat, my heart thundering in my chest, my fingers still have the base of my cock in a death grip, almost like I’m afraid to peel them off and see.
She laps the sensitive head of my dick, determined to get every drop of my seed.
Now I’m thinking about her taste. “I want to eat her out.” I don’t even care that Rafe has come inside her.
“What?” Rafe mutters. He pulls out and pitches to the side, rolling her with him and snatching her lips from my cock.
“She was not fucking finished.”
“I was finished,” he says irritably. “I’m fucking beat.”
She moans again. That sound goes straight to my balls. “Are you fingering her?”
“What do you think?” he mutters. “She is never satisfied with once.”
He makes a valid point… I slide my hand down her body, between her breasts, until my fingers butt up against his.
“Wait your fucking turn,” he growls.
Ignoring him, I shove a finger into her pussy beside his.
She moans and arches her back, thrusting her tits against my chest. I lean down to suckle one, drawing the soft flesh into my mouth. My rumble is pure contentment. I mash my thumb over her clit and work a second finger into her.
Rafe grunts. My cock is still hard and the base throbbing, but I am distracted by the sweet, pliant lass getting herself off on our fingers. The phantom knot was probably no more than a trick of the imagination—some by-product of being exhausted all the time.
“Come again for us, little princess,” I mumble against her tit. “You know you won’t sleep unless you do.”
Her breathing starts to stutter. I suck harder on her nipple. She likes it rough. To ache from our attention. My thought processes are fuzzy, and I cannot bear to leave one breast, even to move to the other neglected side.
A sharp cry leaves her lips, her pussy contracts, and a gush floods around my fingers.
“Good girl,” Rafe says, easing his fingers out.
The minute he does, I tumble her onto her back and bury my head between her thighs. I busy myself licking up all the sticky goodness. I have gotten used to Rafe coming inside her and don’t mind it at all.
“You are such an animal,” he says gruffly. Although he doesn’t sound disgusted, more curious, or perhaps wishing he was the one seeking out her taste the way my mute shifter side can.
They are kissing. Deep passionate kisses, and I become an extension of that. There was a time when I might have felt some jealousy. Not just the sharing, but because my emotions are so deeply invested—because I love her, because I love her more than life.
Yet there is none.
We have done this often. She is the center of our world. My wolf pants underneath the surface of my skin. He is obsessed with her.
Our mate.
Only I’m not a true wolf shifter, and Rafe is a beta besides.
My wolf says none of this matters. The griffin acknowledged it. On a deeper level, my wolf yields to him, considers him all-wise, all-knowing. If he called her our mate, then who are we to argue?
I cannot fault his logic. It is my logic, after all.
Tension invades her body. She fidgets and twitches, forcing me to pin her still, lest her bucking wrest me from her perfect pussy.
She is close.
The cry that leaves her lips for a third climax is guttural, as if it is being ejected deep from inside her belly. It sets my cock thumping half-heartedly with enthusiasm yet again. I come weakly against the nest. My tongue gets busy lapping up the taste of her fresh slick.
As her breathing begins to even out, blissful darkness calls to me, and I sink into oblivion right there with my face plastered against her slick cunt. It will save time in the morning, my wolven side determines, and that is my last thought before I fall asleep.