Chapter 34 #2
“Yes.” I cannot breathe properly. “Please kiss me.”
“As my mate commands.” His lips lower and meet mine. We both groan as his weight sinks down onto me, pressing me into the soft nest. He slants his lips, deepening the kiss, our tongues tangling. I cannot get enough, tugging on his hair, trying to pull him closer.
He closes his fingers around my throat and peels away. “Insatiable lass,” he says, not unkindly. “Spread your legs for me. Nice and wide. Show me where you need my cock.”
Rafe
There is not a scrap of hesitation as she spreads her legs wide, opening her perfect pink little slit, revealing the treasures between.
“You look wet, Violet. Wet and ready for me.”
“I am. Please, Rafe, I am.”
I could not hold myself back at this point if my life depended upon it. I slide my hand under her ass, close my fingers around her waist from behind, line up, and pound into her. She is hot, tight, and slick. Pleasure bombards me as her pussy grips and flutters over my length.
I’m close. My mind conjures up the image of her spread out on the table, of Atlas’s head between her legs. Gods, that was a sight.
And she loves our attention. Being watched. Being fucked hard and deep.
Her nails score my back. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”
Her pussy locks over me. I see fucking stars. Her wild moan as she comes all over me is the best sound in the world. And I am following her. Helpless to hold off the boiling load of seed. My hips jerk erratically before I shove deep and still.
My cum floods her pussy. I grind deeply, making sure she gets every drop.
“Oh,” she cries, bucking under me.
Her pussy is extra fucking tight, pressing around me in ways that make my head spin. Something is wrong. There is too much cum. The climax is unnaturally long. And she is just writhing and bucking, and I am losing my mind.
I pin her and try to pull out.
I can’t.
I can’t fucking pull out?!
My hips jerk forward of their own volition, and I dump another batch of seed.
Fuck, just breathe! This is fine. Everything is fine. All this talk of knotting has broken my mind.
Her arms and legs tighten where they wrap around me, almost like she senses I might try to withdraw.
My heart is beating a mile a minute. Little wonder I cannot get enough breath. I need to get a grip. To stop this nonsense. Taking her hips in hand, I pull.
There is a moment of resistance before I come free in a rush.
“Oh, Goddess!”
I’m momentarily stunned as her hips undulate and her hot cunt pushes out a river of frothy cum.
A dull thunk on the other side of the room diverts my limited wits. The air crackles, and Atlas’s clothing lies in a heap upon the floor.
A useful side effect of shifting.
I pitch to the side—well vested with this sharing business already, certainly enough to know our rutting has taken Atlas to the edge—and toss the covers over my crotch. Nope, not looking.
Then Atlas flips her onto her hands and knees and fills her in a single thrust just as his wings snap into being, fanning out around them and over the nest.
Her back arches, and her cry sets my balls tightening.
“Gods!” My climax is spontaneous.
Unavoidable.
It robs me of every thought.
Her small hand reaching for me brings me back to myself. She clasps tightly. “Rafe!”
“I am here. I am with you.”
Atlas
She is wet and slick, well opened from her coupling with first Lark and then Rafe. I penetrate her, and a deep, previously unfulfilled longing is finally met.
The days of waiting since we first found her have come to an end.
She is beneath me, in the nest, where she always belonged.
The wild noises pouring from her lips with every thrust tell me she likes well the corkscrew ridges along my shaft.
Not a knot, but a locking of a different kind.
The barbs have yet to extend, but they will when the time is right.
The sensation of her yielding flesh shaping itself to those ridges is the highest form of torturous pleasure.
This is feeding.
This is how we were always meant to meet.
Giving her pleasure so that she might nourish me.
Aldric’s jubilant cry— “Our mate!” —tears something free inside me.
Violet
It feels like the top of my head is going to blow off. Every time he penetrates me, it manifests as a womb-deep contraction, a twisting sensation that has me seeing stars. I pitch into a kind of fever. The sounds that leave my lips are the grunts of an animal—not a princess, not a woman.
He reduces me to nothing but sensation.
I am coming. I do not think I have stopped coming from the very first thrust.
“You are well claimed, mate,” he says.
I believe him.
I believe I experience a revelation as he turns my insides out, pounding deeply into me with sharp, savage thrusts. He is not entirely human. He is a griffin. And even in human form, his cock is assuredly not that of a normal man.
The strokes pick up in pace. His wings throw a shadow across the nest, casting an otherworldly quality over what we do here.
I was always meant to be here.
Always meant to be his.
The wheel is still turning, carrying me, but I am no longer an imaginary omega waiting for her lover to arrive at the balcony.
I am here. Living. Breathing.
I am endless and finite all at once.
I am a griffin’s mate.
“That’s my good girl,” Rafe says. His hand becomes a tether, an anchor, one that holds me to the ground. I fear I might spin and shoot off into the very ether—might disappear in a little puff if not for him.
“Come for him,” Rafe says. “Come for Atlas, one more time.”
And I do. For I am theirs to command even as they serve me. Wild. Wanton. Reveling in the sensations of being one with my new mate.
Atlas
My intellect rushes.
My body expands.
Power suffuses me, filling every follicle and fiber of my being until I throw off sparks.
“You are claimed.” The words leave me in a growl. All restraint is gone.
She is a wonder.
And a revelation.
Most importantly, she is mine.