Chapter 6
Chapter six
Iwatch in fascination as the griffin magically unlocks the balcony doors to her penthouse.
It’s something I’ve never seen done before, but it’s not like I’ve ever spent long in one place.
In the few seconds it takes her to unlock the door, I marvel at the way her shirt clings to her muscular back, showing off every line, indent, and dimple the muscles create.
It takes everything in me to keep from tracing the deep groove of her spine down to her luscious ass.
Once the door is unlocked, she pulls it open and gestures for me to enter.
I whisper a quick thanks before strolling in, eyes widening as I take in the space.
Her living room is massive with a vaulted ceiling—which makes sense with the size of her griffin form and how fucking tall she is in general—and decorated to the nines.
Being the airborne creature she naturally is, every wall facing the outside of the building is made of floor-to-ceiling windows.
I have to say, if I settled down anywhere, this would be exactly what I’d want.
The griffin walks past me, straight into the open-concept kitchen. “What can I get you to drink?”
“Water would be great for now. Thanks,” I say, still admiring her penthouse.
She pulls two glasses from the cupboard, fills them, and approaches me, handing me the water I requested.
“Thanks again for catching me. I’m still impressed you managed that, considering my size.
But, where are my manners?” she says, scoffing at herself.
Then, she holds out her hand to me. “My name is Adrestia.”
I raise an eyebrow and reach out to shake her hand. “I’m Vaelyn. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
A smile spreads across her lips as she releases my hand. “I’m not sure I’ve ever heard that name, but it’s beautiful.”
I let out a nervous laugh. “Well, my parents thought they were being funny when they chose my name. Many cultures speak of the ‘vale’ where their dead go, but according to lore, it’s rumored that a harpy’s ‘victims’ never truly enter that ‘vale’.”
She holds back a laugh. “I’m glad to hear my parents weren’t the only ones who named their child with the meaning of the name in mind.
My parents thought it was a good idea to name me after the Greek goddess of retribution and balance because I’m a griffin.
It’s ironic how disloyal I am to them. They’ve done some really fucked up shit, and they only care about themselves. ”
“I’m sorry. I can understand that, though.
We harpies rarely stray far from our families—whether they be of our blood or those we choose.
I never felt like I belonged, and my family never did anything to help alleviate that feeling.
If anything, I feel like they pushed me out, so I haven’t settled down since the moment I could leave the nest.”
Adrestia takes a sip of her water. “I wish I could’ve been that brave the first moment I realized it was a problem.”
“Being by myself hasn’t been easy, but I’m relatively glad I did it.”
“I can only imagine. When I finally left my family, it felt freeing, but being without a companion even feels… lonely,” she says, biting her lip as her eyes drift to the floor.
She takes a deep breath and looks back at me.
“Enough about that. Are you hungry? I could find us something to eat if you are.”
Playing with my venom tongue piercings, I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip.
Adrestia’s honey-colored eyes darken as she watches me, giving away how my actions are affecting her.
I roll my bottom lip between my teeth and set my glass down on the nearby coffee table.
She watches me intently as I approach her.
“I can think of something right here that’ll satisfy a craving I have,” I whisper.
Her lips tip up into a sinful smirk. “Is that so?”
“You can’t tell me you haven’t been thinking the same thing. I saw the way you looked at me on the balcony when I pulled on my human glamour.”
She takes a step toward me, eyes hooded. “I’m going to enjoy putting that pretty mouth to work since you like to run it so damn much.”
I roll my tongue piercings over my lip, making her wait for my response. “Why don’t you make me?”
She groans. “You’re a brat, too. Whose good graces am I in today?”
“You say that now. Just wait, because I’ll make you work for it,” I snark.
“That makes it all the more fun,” she says as she grabs me by the throat and pushes me toward the couch.
When my knees hit the edge, it jostles my clit piercing, and I whimper. It’s been a while since I’ve let someone touch me. That’s just what happens when you move around so damn much; you don’t get to form connections. And I hate hook-ups so damn much.
Something just feels different with Adrestia, though.
I love the feel of her against me, the way she’s already making me feel after such a short time.
There’s something in me that’s screaming for me to touch her and to let her touch me.
If she doesn’t touch me, I feel like I’m going to combust. I’ve never needed someone as much as I need her at this very moment.
“Are you just going to stand there and hold me by the throat? Or are you going to actually do something?” I ask, voice husky.
“That mouth is going to get you into trouble. But I’m going to guess you like to be punished,” she says, and my clit throbs.
I roll my tongue piercings over my lip again. “Pain only makes the pleasure sweeter, if you ask me. The more, the better.”
She groans and then crashes her lips to mine in a messy kiss.
I part my lips just in time for her tongue to tangle with mine.
Her hand moves from my throat to the nape of my neck, pulling me flush against her.
My hands come to rest on her hips and slip under her shirt.
She sharply inhales when my cool hands meet her warm skin.
Once my hands warm up, I slide them up toward her breasts.
I’m pleased to find she’s not wearing a bra, allowing me easy access.
My small hands cup her breasts, and my fingers find her nipples with ease.
I trace around them to start with, but when I pinch the hardened peaks, I nearly moan.
They’re pierced. I’m an absolute sucker for a woman with nipple piercings.
Her kissing pauses when I squeeze her nipples harder, and she moans into my mouth, so I take the opportunity to bite her lip.
A dark chuckle rumbles from her chest, and in the next moment, her hands are under my ass, lifting me. “You’re going to pay for that, little one.”
I wrap my legs around her waist, at least the best as I can, and my arms snake around her neck. In the most playful tone I can muster, I say, “I’m so scared.”
“Oh, you should be,” she says as she carries me further into the penthouse.
Enjoying the teasing, I lean in and pepper her neck with kisses. My clit is now full on pulsing with each step she takes, and I’m fighting not to rock my hips—to increase the delicious friction my body craves.
I didn’t think the penthouse was that big, but it feels like it takes forever to get to our destination. As soon as we step out of the hallway and through the doorway into another room, I look around. Again, my eyes widen as I take in my surroundings.
While I still think her living room is stunning, her bedroom is exquisite.
There’s an entire wall of windows with beautifully detailed burgundy curtains pulled open, revealing the city below.
In the distance, the mountains that my heart longs for line the skyline, each peak topped in snow that I hope one day to see again.
At the center of the room is a massive four-poster bed made of deep mahogany wood.
Gauzy curtains drape over the sides, just as you hear about in stories, and the bedding, in the same burgundy color as the curtains, is laid out perfectly, as if the bed was made right before we arrived.
Whoever put this room together took the time to make sure that each component complements the others.
“This is… I don’t even have words for it,” I whisper.
Adrestia chuckles and throws me down on the bed. “Just wait until you see what it’s hiding. It’s spectacular. However, before we get started satisfying this craving you have, let’s discuss limits and establish a safe word.”
I roll my tongue piercings behind my teeth and purse my lips. “Nothing is off the table with me. I haven’t found anything I couldn’t handle thus far in my sexual escapades. So, needless to say, I don’t need a safe word.”
“That’s great that you haven’t found any limits, but I’m not risking anything. Safe word. Now.”
“Ooh. So feisty. I like it,” I tease, waggling my brows.
Her nostrils flare, and she clenches her teeth. “I mean it, Vaelyn. Give me a safe word; otherwise, we’re not doing this.”
I roll my eyes and oblige. “Fine. Bananas.”
In a sing-song voice, she says, “It’s bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S?”
“Did you seriously just quote ‘Hollaback Girl’ by Gwen Stefani?”
A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. “What if I did?”
I let out a loud laugh. “That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I’m glad I can make you laugh. Now it’s time to make you come.”
Just the thought of her touching me has wetness pooling between my thighs. “What are you waiting for?”
She reaches for my pants and plays with the waistband. “It’s pretty hard to make you come when you’re still fully clothed.”
I shrug. “It can still be done.”
Her hands stop their teasing movements, and I almost whimper. She smirks. “My plans include every single article of clothing coming off you. From here on out, every time you backtalk, you’ll be getting a spanking.”
If she weren’t standing between my spread legs, I would rub them together to relieve some of the pressure on my clit. “That doesn’t sound like much of a punishment. I love a good spanking.”