Chapter 4 #2
“You did?” I blurted, the flush on my cheeks and neck burning even hotter.
Not with insult or jealousy as I might have expected, but with intrigue.
My gaze lowered to his mouth as I tried to imagine them together, and all I felt was anticipation.
And perhaps regret for not being there. “Why is that so fucking hot?” I muttered to myself and then put my cool palms against my cheeks again.
“Are you surprised by your reaction?” he laughed.
“No, I mean, I guess so? It is unusual for people in my world to share lovers. I should be angry.”
“But it is usual for griffins, and you are dreíocha. It is natural for you to take on some characteristics of your chosen mate,” he reminded me. “But I need to be patient with him as well. He is still holding back with me too.”
That did not surprise me. I was actually impressed that Orion had admitted his feelings considering the depth of his self-loathing and fears of unworthiness. But I doubted he had come clean to Riordan about his awful past.
“So then we will eventually be doing this… with him? This relationship,” I clarified when I realized how those words might have sounded aloud.
Riordan chuckled as he pulled me against him, and my head tilted back to let him kiss and nibble my neck again. “Yes, we will do this with him. All of it, Amira. The love and the sex,” he whispered against my overheated skin.
“I have some news about Erétria before we—”
“We can discuss it later,” he murmured as his fingers made quick work of my corset at the back of my dress. “Right now… I need you.”
“But—” I began in weak protest.
Words failed me when he peeled my clothing down my torso and upper arms to expose my chest. He made that animal growl of uncompromising lust that never failed to drive me absolutely wild. Especially when he followed it up by cupping both of my breasts in his massive hands.
“I need to have you now,” he groaned before latching onto my left nipple and sucking. Any lingering delusions of getting work done evaporated instantly at the sound of desperation in his voice and the eagerness of his mouth.
Fuck the paperwork. It had been days since I was able to be intimate with my mate, and I needed him too.
I succumbed to his fervour, my head falling back with a soft cry of exultation. He pressed my breasts together so he could switch between them more quickly until they were both achingly sensitive.
“So is this why you apologized so quickly?” I tried to tease him a few moments later when he straightened.
“Do not cheapen my apology!” he objected as he took hold of either side of my opened dress and ripped it all the way down to my waist.
“You are the one who cheapened it by following it up immediately with sex,” I gasped through laughter as he disrobed me roughly. “I wanted to make you grovel.”
“Grovel? If you want me on my knees, Amira, then all you have to do is ask,” he insisted.
“It’s not the same if I ask,” I pouted.
“Then command it, my queen,” he suggested, his smile turning wicked.
I considered that idea for a moment before reaching up to carefully thread my fingers through his silky dark curls.
My grip tightened, and I grinned in unexpected pleasure at the way he closed his eyes and his throat bobbed as he became pliant.
It was almost as if he actually enjoyed it when I took control of him.
“On your knees,” I ordered. I exerted more pressure on his hair and watched in satisfaction as he sank obediently before me with his wings lowered in submission.
I released him and slipped off my desk to remove the tattered dress so I stood over him in nothing but stockings and garters as I reached down to grip his hair again.
“Now grovel,” I commanded and tugged on his hair to direct him so he knew exactly what I wanted.
A near-feral growl rumbled out of him as he sat up to pin me against my desk.
All mental barriers disintegrated, and he flooded my mind with savage desperation for me.
For my body and my taste. Riordan pushed his shoulders between my thighs to force my legs open wide, and then he descended on my sex like a starving man.
I cried out at the ferocity, but the surprise was quickly overwhelmed by ecstasy as he began to please me in a way only a man with access to my mind could.
My body slumped over the desk, helpless to succumb to his ruthless devouring.
One of my hands was still clenched in his hair as he brought me to orgasm with practiced ease, but the taste of my climax only incited him.
He was not satisfied until I was in complete ruin and could no longer move.
“That did not feel… like grovelling,” I panted as he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder.
“No. That was me worshipping you,” he replied as he walked over to the bed and dropped me onto the mattress. He followed me, kneeling between my legs and gripping my hips to pull me up his thighs.
“Oh!” I moaned as his thick girth began to stretch me, and the sensation seemed to shoot through me all the way down to my toes.
I made the same noise when he jerked me against him to make sure he was as deep inside me as he could get.
And then he uttered another of those feral groans of the purest satisfaction.
“Fuck,” he gritted through his teeth before he began to move, pushing and pulling me in tandem with each thrust of his hips.
His pace was punishing, and he barely slowed the first two times he came.
He took me in every position we had ever tried, over and over again until he was finally slumped over my back in a shuddering mess.
“Holy fuck,” I huffed once he had rolled off of me and sank in exhausted bliss into the mattress next to me.
“Sorry,” he murmured, kissing my back with gentle affection that made me shiver. “It had been too long.”
I wanted to turn over and receive his kisses on my lips, but my body felt completely boneless.
“I think I need backup,” I mumbled into the sheets.
“What?” Riordan blurted out with a laugh.
“You are going to end up breaking me,” I complained, and he laughed again. Then he collected me up against his chest and wrapped me tightly in his arms.