Page 102 of Griffin Food

On the other side of the room, Atlas chuckles darkly. I had almost forgotten he was there. That he likes to watch. He has done a lot of watching since this began… Rafe braces over me, heat radiating from his body and a low rumble emanating from his chest.

“You have made that noise a lot,” I say inadequately, trying to lighten the moment. His expression is very intense, and there is a danger I might spontaneously climax without him touching me at all. “Are you sure you don’t have a wolf in there?”

His lips curve into a smile. “Only me. One of us knotting you is already plenty enough. Still—” he smirks. “Atlas is not the only one who enjoys watching. I look forward to the pleasure of watching you bear Lark’s knot in your hot little cunt. Did you lock together?”

“Yes.” I cannot breathe properly. “Please kiss me.”

“As my mate commands.” His lips lower and meet mine. We both groan as his weight sinks down onto me, pressing me into the soft nest. He slants his lips, deepening the kiss, our tongues tangling. I cannot get enough, tugging on his hair, trying to pull him closer.

He closes his fingers around my throat and peels away. “Insatiable lass,” he says, not unkindly. “Spread your legs for me. Nice and wide. Show me where you need my cock.”

Rafe

There is not a scrap of hesitation as she spreads her legs wide, opening her perfect pink little slit, revealing the treasures between.

“You look wet, Violet. Wet and ready for me.”

“I am. Please, Rafe, I am.”

I could not hold myself back at this point if my life depended upon it. I slide my hand under her ass, close my fingers around her waist from behind, line up, and pound into her. She is hot, tight, and slick. Pleasure bombards me as her pussy grips and flutters over my length.

I’m close. My mind conjures up the image of her spread out on the table, of Atlas’s head between her legs. Gods, that was a sight.

And she loves our attention. Being watched. Being fucked hard and deep.

Her nails score my back. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”

Her pussy locks over me. I see fucking stars. Her wild moan as she comes all over me is the best sound in the world. And I am following her. Helpless to hold off the boiling load of seed. My hips jerk erratically before I shove deep and still.

My cum floods her pussy. I grind deeply, making sure she gets every drop.

“Oh,” she cries, bucking under me.

Her pussy is extra fucking tight, pressing around me in ways that make my head spin. Something is wrong. There is too much cum. The climax is unnaturally long. And she is just writhing and bucking, and I am losing my mind.

I pin her and try to pull out.

I can’t.

I can’t fucking pull out?!

My hips jerk forward of their own volition, and I dump another batch of seed.

Fuck, just breathe! This is fine. Everything is fine. All this talk of knotting has broken my mind.

Her arms and legs tighten where they wrap around me, almost like she senses I might try to withdraw.

My heart is beating a mile a minute. Little wonder I cannot get enough breath. I need to get a grip. To stop this nonsense. Taking her hips in hand, I pull.

There is a moment of resistance before I come free in a rush.

“Oh, Goddess!”

I’m momentarily stunned as her hips undulate and her hot cunt pushes out a river of frothy cum.

A dull thunk on the other side of the room diverts my limited wits. The air crackles, and Atlas’s clothing lies in a heap upon the floor.

A useful side effect of shifting.