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I am a griffin’s mate.

“That’s my good girl,” Rafe says. His hand becomes a tether, an anchor, one that holds me to the ground. I fear I might spin and shoot off into the very ether—might disappear in a little puff if not for him.

“Come for him,” Rafe says. “Come for Atlas, one more time.”

And I do. For I am theirs to command even as they serve me. Wild. Wanton. Reveling in the sensations of being one with my new mate.

Atlas

My intellect rushes.

My body expands.

Power suffuses me, filling every follicle and fiber of my being until I throw off sparks.

“You are claimed.” The words leave me in a growl. All restraint is gone.

She is a wonder.

And a revelation.

Most importantly, she is mine.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Violet

Iwake up alone, the nest carrying the lingering scent of Atlas and Rafe. I stretch, a little sore but in the good kind of way that comes from loving attention.

Not quite alone… when I lift my head, I discover Lark sprawled out in wolf form at the bottom of the nest. He blinks back at me, ears upright.

The door is open a crack, and I can just make out the distant rumble of voices. I push the covers back, intending to get up, when I am bowled back against the bed.

“Lark,” I squeak.

His big tongue licks up the side of my throat, and a deep rumbly sound emanates from his chest.

“Mauling her is a very bad idea,” a low male voice drawls from the doorway.

Lark stills and then turns.

I peer around him to find Fenix in all his brooding glory, propped casually against the door frame, arms folded. He is still pumped up, carrying a faint shimmer as he stares Lark down.

Fenix suddenly chuckles. I get the impression, much like Atlas, Fenix can talk to Lark in wolf form.

“I’m here because Atlas is already deeply bonded and can tell when she stirs… and because he doesn’t trust you not to fuck her. He doesn’t trust me either, so I suggest none of us linger lest we want duties that take us far away from the food.”

I roll my eyes and shove Lark aside. “Can you not refer to me as food!” I’m a shameless hussy who is now thinking about your lips on my pussy. “It is most unbecoming.”

Now the pretty griffin shifter smirks, and his eyes take on a predatory gleam. “Food. Delectable nourishment of which I could feast upon endlessly. Let us hope that Atlas has reached the ceiling of your gift, or we shall need to start building bigger doors.”

He pushes off from the door frame, collects a silk robe from where it lies on the side of the couch, and waits at the side of my nest, robe held out expectantly for me to step into while I am floundering for a response.

Lark makes a chuffing sound, which I am sure is his wolf laughing, and bounds off the bed. Meanwhile, Fenix continues to hold the robe just out of reach.

He is forcing my hand. And while I suppose I could make a big fuss and use some of my nesting as a cover, he is also issuing a dare. Daring me to rise and slip my arms into the robe he holds while he is right there looking.

It is ridiculous, really, given what we have done together. He is very intimately acquainted with all of me. And besides which, he has seen me naked and rutting with Rafe and Lark many times.