Page 101 of Griffin Food
I glance at Lark, who is still lying but has pricked up his ears. “If you thought changing back to a wolf would fool me, you thought fucking wrong.”
Violet blushes. Lark emits a deep chuffing sound, almost like he is amused.
“They have been busy,” Atlas says with an arch of his brow. He steps away from the doorway and gestures with his thumb out of it. “You have indulged yourself already, mutt. You can guard her as well from the end of the corridor as you can from here.”
Lark rises, glances back at our mate, who is blushing prettily in the nest, and then brushes past us.
“You have an excellent sense of smell,” Atlas says, sliding his eyes to me. “For a human.”
He seems amused.
“The scent is enough to choke me,” I say weakly.
The bastard looks even more amused. “If you say so.”
“It was my idea,” Violet blurts out, eyes darting between us.
“Of that I have no doubt,” Atlas says dryly. He glances around the intimate space. “I hoped you would pick this room.”
“Why?” she asks.
“Because,” Atlas says, “from the moment I first met you, this was where I imagined you.”
His words arrest her. They likewise arrest me. But the well-fucked woman, whom I love, has the effect of distracting me from sentimentality toward matters of rutting.
My cock is hard. That little show Atlas put on earlier when he ate her on the dining table had me fucking primed. And then I had put the matter aside as we waded through the treachery of her sister’s arrival and all that entails. But now, now I’m here with her, the moment feels present.
I do not know what tomorrow brings, nor even tonight. Perhaps the bell will ring, and the griffins will fly, and I must ride out with the other soldiers to defend a village or town. But the raider bell is not clanging yet, and there is a sweet, pretty omega waiting in her nest.
I missed her. I’m desperate to rekindle what we have shared.
Atlas walks over to the velvet wingback chair beside a small table. Picking up the decanter, he pours himself a drink and sits back before meeting my eyes. “She is your mate as much as mine. You do not need my permission. There will be times when I might make assertions about how things are done. We understand each other. We understand that she has claimed me as much as she has claimed you. I have a mind to consummate the matter fully, but I am also in no rush.”
He takes a sip of his drink. My heart is hammering in my chest.
“But know this. It is the nature of me as a man, and not uncommon among griffin shifters, that I very much enjoy to watch. She is not yours alone, nor even yours and Lark’s. She is precious. To all of us.”
My gaze returns to the bed and the woman I love. “She is,” I agree.
Violet
Rafe begins to peel out of his clothing. My heart is beating too fast, and my pussy is weeping in anticipation of feeling him inside me, stretching me around his girth, his body against mine, his lips on me anywhere will be heaven.
He was right about Lark, about all of it.
My eyes are glued to him as he strips down, dropping his clothing onto the floor. His shirt catches my eye. I already fully intend to steal it so that I might layer it in my nest. But it does not hold my attention, for I’m feasting my eyes on the resplendent man whom I have long loved, but only recently called my mate.
His cock is hard, long, ruddy-looking, and already leaking pre-cum. He slides his fist around it, strokes it once, and then releases it.
I swallow and snatch my eyes away to meet his. “What are you waiting for?”
“I believe it is customary for an omega to invite her mates into her nest.”
It is? Lark swung me into his arms and pitched us both into the finished nest. Still, I had been taunting him… “Please get in my nest,” I say weakly.
He drops down to his knees, rips the blanket from my grasp, and crawls over me. “What did Lark do to you?” he asks. “Did he fuck your sweet pussy?”
“He knotted me,” I blurt out, a little woozy on his rich scent that I have not noticed so potently before. “I begged him to. I’m a little obsessed with his knot, if I must be honest.”
