Chapter 32 #2
He smiles.
I have seen bonded alphas do as much with their cherished mates. Her response to it is undeniable and stirs something latent within me.
“A year’s passed since you left,” he says, going back to the plate. “Changes may have happened.”
“True,” I agree, forcing myself to likewise return to my food.
Cutting another strip of the tender meat, I consider how it would be to feed it to her…
And the food here is fucking good. I never complained about the thick slabs of bread stuffed with cheese and bacon they would feed us each morning.
This stately meal of the finest beef and root vegetables is on another level.
If I must watch my woman being handled by a griffin bastard, at least I shall do so from the vantage of a well-stuffed carver chair, while dining on fine food.
“And what of the common soldier?” he asks. “Are they loyal? A deep loyalty? Or are they merely men who get paid?”
He has put his fork down, and his fingertips trace over her collarbone. Gods, now his hand is against her flesh, setting little goosebumps erupting over the gentle swell of her breasts. He slides his fingers down and skims it along the neckline of her dress… then he tugs it down.
My eyes nearly pop out of my damn head. And I freeze, my fork halted halfway to my mouth.
I snap my mouth shut. Can’t fucking breathe. Caught like a fish on a hook, locked in the moment, as he casually cups her breast and rolls her nipple between his fingers and thumb.
A little gasp leaves her lips.
“Good girl,” he says.
Fuck. My dick is stone hard behind my pants. I guess that answers that. He handles her with assurance, like it is his fucking right. And it is. My mouth is watering, thinking about the taste of her tits… her cunt. I can smell her perfume in the air—hot, aroused woman.
“The common soldier?” he asks, lifting his attention from what he does to pin me with a look.
I swallow thickly, drag my gaze away from his handling of her nipple, and meet his eyes with a supreme effort.
“The family and their current Queen warrant no special loyalty. Not in the way they might have done with her mother, who was a firm and fair leader. That was a different time. Elisa does not endear herself to the common soldier, save for those who are natural thugs and thrive in times of cruelty.”
He lets go of her nipple and slides his fingertips back and forth underneath. And it’s just sitting there, all plump and pink, like it is waiting for a male’s lips to latch and suck.
“That is a small positive,” he says.
His fingers encircle her throat, using his thumb to tip her face up as he lowers his lips to hers. She parts for him without hesitation, and a low groan erupts from her chest as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth.
I don’t fucking blink. There is a grave risk that I’m going to come in my pants. I’ve no idea what the fuck we were talking about, give up all pretenses of eating. The kiss goes on and on. I’m just a voyeur, staring at them, watching them.
Do I want him to fuck her?
Gods, I have a terrible feeling that I do.
Only it’s not terrible, is it? He said he hadn’t taken her, but that was between the two of them.
And now he is giving me a front row fucking seat.
Her fingers are formed fists, gripping his shirt tightly.
His other hand buries in her hair, holding her to his liking as he deepens the kiss.
By the time he breaks the kiss, sweat has erupted the length of my spine, and I’m breathing hard.
“She is precious, is she not?” He’s looking at her, but he’s asking me.
I clear my throat. “She is.”
“I have not tasted her yet.”
He pushes two fingers into her mouth. She makes a brief choking sound before clamping her lips around them.
Fuck! “I highly recommend it,” I say gruffly. What the fuck am I saying?!
He withdraws his fingers slowly and glances across at me. He smiles, a knowing smile.
“Well,” he says, turning back to Violet, “If you highly recommend it, who am I to deny? Would you like that, Violet? Would you like me to tend your pussy? To spread you out on the table and eat my fill?”
“Yes, please,” she whispers, the words coming out in a breathless rush. One I have heard often. Her eyes glisten with a kind of fever. She is close. She will come fucking quickly.
The plate is pushed aside from before him. My dick kicks against my pants, painfully aroused, as he lifts her and drops her ass onto the table.
“Lie back. There’s a good girl.”
She makes a weak groan and lowers herself down, her pretty tits quivering with her unsteady breath. His focus is all upon her now as he raises her skirts and pushes them up to her waist.
He makes a tutting noise and slides her legs over his shoulders.
Spreading her out. “You have made quite a mess, sweetheart. Let me clean this filthy pussy all up.” Then he lowers his head and licks.
His groan is deep and barely tempered lust. She whimpers, her small hands forming fists at her side.
I stopped breathing at some point and suck in a sharp, ragged breath.
She twitches. He lays a heavy arm across her waist, pinning her still, and with a low, rumbly growl devours her cunt.
“Goddess, oh Goddess!” Her head thrashes from side to side.
She climaxes instantaneously, chest arching up off the table, and offering up such a filthy, wanton groan of pleasure that I fear for a second that I’ve actually come.
I haven’t, but my balls are painfully tight and sweat trickles down my back.
My hands are shaking.
I’m locked in on the filthy sounds of him lapping and licking at her as he continues to feast. And he’s fucking glowing. Glowing. Pulsing and growing before my eyes.
Her squeal shatters through my heavy breathing. I’m distantly aware that Lark has risen. Although he doesn’t move from the door, he’s watching too, a low purr vibrating in his chest.
My body jerks like I’m having a seizure. I can’t get enough air. I can’t fucking see. And yet I do see… him eating her. Nourishment, he called her. And it is breathtaking. I am witnessing a miracle. Humbled. I am also painfully fucking aroused.
Her small fists burrow in his hair, holding him to her, and a final cry tears from her before she collapses, spent on the table, panting, her pretty face flushed.
He lifts his head slowly and licks his lips. A lazy smirk blooms on his face, and his eyes slide to the side where his wings have grown to almost twice their original size. His body is huge, and he is glowing. His hair, his face, the surface of his skin, and his wings.
I am utterly speechless.
“She is a true Griffin Queen,” he says.
He has made a believer of me.