Page 118 of Griffin Food

We take a step forward, taking a hand each.

Darrion cups her chin, turning her to face him. He brushes his thumb over her full lower lip.

Her eyes are wide and luminous as she gazes up at him adoringly. Her trust. It is a precious commodity, and one we will not break despite my lusty griffin beating down on my resolve.

She is familiar with sharing and being shared. It was already natural between her, Rafe, and Lark. The scene when she went into heat is forever emblazoned upon my mind. It was fucking hot. It was spectacular.

As this will be.

We draw her slowly between us. Darrion slants his mouth over hers. Her sigh as they make contact roots deep in my core.

This is his time. I will follow his lead. And when the time comes, he will follow mine.

He knows what I want—my proclivity—her tight ass squeezing around my cock while he stuffs his into her needy cunt.

There is more than one way to feed. Instinct tells me the double penetration will be spectacular for all involved.

Damn, I need to shut my internal commentary down lest I embarrass myself. My cock is hard and kicking against my pants, leaking bountiful pre-cum ready to aid the taking. But while I am greedy and depraved at times, there is no need to rush here.

This cell does not befit a lady, a princess who will one day be a Queen. And yet there is a certain debauchery in it. There is fire between us. One that transcends human understanding, or even griffin lore. A tether, too, connecting the five of us to Violet, and it is very fucking strong.

Who am I to fight it? Who am I to resist? I am but a weak male with basic needs.

“Follow your instincts,” Galeor encourages. “It was your instincts that found her, after all.”

I mean, he’s not wrong.

And so, as Darrion deepens the kiss, I slide behind her, brush her hair aside, and lower my lips to her nape.

She shivers. Her hand grasps tightly over mine, and another needy moan escapes her lips.

I nip against her skin and then lap it with my tongue. Her sweat carries a little of her essence.

Her next moan is deeper still. It finds a direct line to my balls. They tighten.

I cannot wait to fill this sweet Griffin Queen all the way up.

Darrion

I should not take her in this filthy cell. She should be laid out on a silk-enswathed bed with a scented bath on standby so I might better see to her aftercare.

But abstaining is no longer an option. She is in my blood now. And I will taste her, consequences be damned.

I draw her closer, fingers cupping her jaw, her lips part for me, and my tongue slides inside, tasting.

My head spins, and a great surge of euphoria rushes through me as her tongue brushes tentatively against mine. Her moan is pure need and lights a fire under my skin.

I plunder, breathing already ragged. To have her soft skin under my hands, her mouth against mine, unleashes primitive forces inside me that I do not recognize.

Distantly, I’m aware of Fenix behind her; the sudden give in her dress neckline tells me he is making fast work of her buttons even as he kisses the sensitive spot behind her right ear.

The dress slips further, and I cup her plump breast, squeezing it a little roughly before brushing my thumb across the peak of her nipple. Her aroused scent blooms anew, and she thrusts into my touch.

“Good girl,” Fenix says, nipping the side of her throat. “Does it feel good with Darrion’s hands on you?”

“Yes,” she says on a breathy moan. “Goddess, yes.”

I drop to my knees, putting my mouth on the perfect level for her plump tits. My damn wings spring. I’m amazed Darkan held them in check this long.