Page 98 of Havenfall Harbor
My body responds to his, returning the kiss even though my mind is still trying to understand his words. Griffin leans over me and nudges me backward until I’m half lying on the sofa. He follows me down so I’m surrounded by him. My thoughts scatter, not making sense of what he said, and not really caring to focus on anything other than the weight of his body against mine, and the feel of his hands as they begin to explore my sides, inching higher up my body.
His lips leave my parted mouth, and he kisses his way across my cheek and jaw until I can feel his breath near my ear. Gooseflesh erupts on my skin and I squirm under him. Griffin skates his hand under the back of my knee and he lifts my leg, so he’s cradled between my thighs. “I have never wanted anyone the way I want you.” He places tiny kisses along my jaw. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you time to adjust.” More kisses, as if he’s asking for forgiveness.
I curl my fists into the back of his shirt, gripping him closer. Who needs more time? Not me.
“We will treasure you, Quinn.” I arch under him, it sure feels like he’s treasuring me right now with the way his tongue is tracing up the side of my throat. His words promise a future, one I’m not sure I should trust considering everything he’s saying could just be explained by the fog of lust, but for some reason Idotrust him and his words.
Even now it strikes me that if any other man I’d been with would have said these things to me, especially this soon, I would be running for the hills. Terrified of the commitment. But Griffin’s words don’t cause fear. If anything, they have the opposite effect.
I turn my face so I can whisper my lips over Griffin’s throat the way he’s teasing mine. He shifts to allow me access while his hands continue to roam over my body in a slow dance of seduction. Griffin hisses in a breath when I bite the bottom of his ear softly. His palm slides under my ass and he grinds down against me.
There’s a light banging on the door. I blink and try to steady my breathing. The image of Letty standing in the hall sours my mood. She already stopped by once earlier today. “While we’re doing this, it’s just us, right?” I know it doesn’t seem fair to ask that of them, considering I get both of them, but I would have never initiated this kind of relationship without their prompting. I won’t do this if they’re still with other people.
Griffin’s brows furrow. “It will only ever be us, you’re our mate.” He searches my eyes as if he can’t understand how I don’t already know this.
The door slams and I jerk, tilting my head back to see Evan standing in the doorway with a huge tray in one hand and a bag in the other. “I see you’ve been busy while I was gone.” The banging must have been him trying to get in, not someone knocking.
“Your mate?” I question, turning my gaze back to Griffin who still has me pinned to the couch. He scoots back and shoves his hair out of his face, the rings he never takes off gleaming in the light.
“I already told you that.” He looks at the ground, his eyes darting right and left like he’s examining our encounter.
I inch back to the other end of the sofa, curling my knees up. “No, no you didn’t.” My heart’s beating fast, but it’s not from fear, oh no, my treacherous body is excited about his announcement.
“I told you, your blood sings to me.” Griffin leans forward, daring me to tell him differently. I open my mouth to argue, but I can’t. That’s exactly what he said, I just didn’t realize what he meant by it.
“So much for giving her time to adjust.” Evan drops the tray on the coffee table and the silverware jumps off and lands on the ground. Silly that I notice, but everything seems to be moving in slow motion in my head.
“Is this because you exchanged blood with me?” I ask suspiciously.
“No,” Griffin scoffs. “But tasting you sure didn’t help my patience,” he admits.
Evan lowers himself until he’s kneeling next to me. “We can still go slow, Quinn. We don’t have to rush into anything,” he cajoles.
“So, it’s both of you?” I point between them, my heart thudding roughly. Evan nods, his face almost solemn.
“But…how is that fair?”
“What do you mean ‘fair?’” Griffin’s hands are balled into fists over his thighs.
“That I would be both of your…whatever,” I hedge, not wanting to say mate. It seems too foreign.
“Why isn’t it fair?” Evan tilts his head. “You don’t want to be with us?”
“No, that’s not it,” I counter. “Because there’s only one of me,” I reason, looking between them.
Evan drops back on his haunches, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re worried about it being fair to us?”
“Well, yeah.” I scoot my legs out and move around him so I can stand. This conversation is way too serious to be having while sitting between them. I think they just fried my brain. The rigidity in Griffin’s posture relaxes as his eyes track my movements while I pace the space in front of the television.
Evan
Leaveit to Griffin fucking Stone to use a battering ram when we could have used a feather. He’s watching Quinn pace like he might pounce on her at any second. I don’t blame him. I can smell her arousal. I would have been a lot more worried about what I heard him say when I walked in if that sweet scent of hers had not been so strong.
Quinn stops mid-step. “Why aren’t you bothered about sharing?” Her head tilts to the side and her eyes are calculating. “Does that mean you think I would share you with someone else?” If she wasn’t so damn human, I would think she was a shifter by the way she growls the words.
Griffin’s face lights up with a genuine grin, and Quinn lasers her gaze on him. Uh-oh, he’s not smiling for the reason she thinks, but if he doesn’t knock that stupid smirk off his face, he’s going to make both of us regret it. “No, that’s not what it means,” I answer, cutting my eyes to Griff to tell him to straighten up. He can get excited about her being territorial later.
Ignoring me, Quinn plants one hand on her hip. “What’s so funny?”
