Chapter 11
Soleil
“You’re so damn stubborn,” he muttered as I tilted my face up into the spray, finishing up my shower.
He’d fumed the entire drive back, telling me all sorts of things about how dangerous it was and blah, blah, blah, then he’d continued even inside the house. I was too busy enjoying my shower.
“Are you listening?” he snapped. I turned the knob to shut off the water, but he was already yanking open the glass door, towel in hand. He spread it over me and hoisted me in his arms. “You’re driving me fucking crazy,” he huffed.
I didn’t try to get out of his hold, just lay limp against him. He tossed me onto the bed, and his weight settled over me.
“Do you understand how scared I was?” he snapped. I scowled up at him, his anger tangible. He clasped my face between his palms. “I could have lost you.”
“I am right here,” I said, confused.
Griffin stared at me for a little, then dropped his head against my towel-covered breasts. “You’re going to end up sending me to an asylum.” The muffled words made me bristle.
“I would never make you leave me.”
His body shook, and a few moments later, his laughter sounded.
“What’s so funny?” I muttered.
Instead of answering, he slid his hands down into my towel until we were skin to skin.
Slowly, he inched lower. I shivered, his touch blazing a path on my skin.
The towel fell to the sides, leaving me bare.
I couldn’t take my eyes off his soft touch.
His big hands on my skin, rubbing into me with soft circles, then lower, past my hips.
“What are you doing?” I breathed, my stomach turning with anticipation. The corners of his mouth twitched up even further. I pushed onto my elbows so I could watch him. Griffin urged my legs to part, and it left me exposed to his hungry gaze.
“Just relax,” he murmured. His order did nothing to calm the pounding in my heart. Keeping his gaze on mine, he leaned forward and kissed me—down there.
Widening my eyes, I froze. He did it again, and the flutters in my stomach turned up some more.
Mate thrust his tongue inside me, and the sensation wracked through me.
I squeezed the blanket in a tight grip. He repeated the lick, and I couldn’t have contained my cry if I had tried.
The way he curled up his tongue sent pleasure through my sex.
Him moaning against me only made me move more, want more. “Your taste,” he whispered and thrust his tongue inside me.
I gasped, my hips arching to shove my pussy to his mouth. I couldn’t stop my toes from curling. Whimpers spilled from my lips, and I writhed on the bed, enjoying the sensation of him feeding on my slick.
“More,” I hissed.
His laugh brushed against my sensitive flesh, and I hissed again. Griffin thrust his tongue inside my channel.
I could get used to this.
Lying flat on the bed, I sprawled my arms out and moaned. Griffin pressed his mouth harder against my sex as he collected my leaking slick with skillful curls. A tremble began in my legs, the shaking uncontrollable.
“Griffin,” I cried out, the orgasm wracking through me like a tsunami.
My hearing went away, and I floated on pure, confusing bliss as my body kept moving. I wanted more and more of his tongue. But I couldn’t make my mouth say anything. All that kept spilling out were cries, moans, and whimpers.
Tension grew and grew until the band snapped. My hips arched off the mattress, and I ground against his mouth as I rode the wave of pleasure.
How completely perfect. Once my hearing returned, my breathing echoed, ragged and panting.
“Mate,” I exhaled as he pulled back.
I stretched my neck to look down at him.
His tongue flicked out and ran across his bottom lip.
With him still between my legs, my knees were spread wide.
Griffin turned his face toward the inside of my thigh and grazed his teeth against the sensitive flesh.
Every inch of me tensed, causing an aftershock to squeeze my channel.
I moaned, my head dangling back as I jerked. Once I managed a semblance of sanity, I popped my head up, staring down at him over my rapidly falling chest.
“Wow,” I breathed.
Laughter boomed from him, and he rolled onto his back, chortling. His palm settled over his bare belly where those hard indents were and my focus trailed lower where the front of his pants tented up. Hmmm. I pushed up, crawling to the edge of the bed.
“Can I do the same?” I whispered, inching lower and hooking my finger into the sweats.
Griffin’s laugh cut off and he watched me, a red flush creeping over his cheeks. Propped over it, I eyed the bulge, then tugged the clothes until his cock sprang free. The thick, long shaft twitched, and I clasped it, squeezing the warm rod.
He pumped his hips up with a grunt, his head falling back similarly to how mine had.
He did like it. A bloom of excitement rolled through my stomach.
I enjoyed wringing these reactions out of his body.
Another bead of seed surfaced on his tip and caused an overflow to trickle down the side.
I leaned forward and ran my tongue across it.
“Fuck!” His shout made me even slicker. I repeated the slow lick. “Your fucking tongue,” he whispered. “It-it feels—” He moaned, hips hiking up.
I continued licking him, stopping to watch my mate writhe for me. His bare chest jerked with his harsh breaths. There was no control in him. Every gasp and shout was pure desire. I squeezed my legs together to add pressure where it was beginning to ache.
To soothe the need, I straddled his leg, feeling the hardness against my soft flesh as I continued licking him.
I moved my hips in a gliding motion, grinding down while I devoured his cock. Tingles spread down my legs, and I moaned around him.
He bellowed, head tilting back, neck straining, and seed jutted into my mouth, the tangy taste settling on my tongue.
The madness in his eyes, the lack of control; I craved more of that.
So I didn’t stop licking him.