Page 119 of Griffin Food

Fenix’s wings spring a beat later. The mutt whines. They are doubtless spoiling his view.

Which amuses me for all of a second, and then is forgotten as I close my mouth around her nipple and a good portion of her tit. I suck deeply. Her fingers sink into my hair and grip tightly. Soft flesh all cushiony under my lips. Her nipple has peaked and is firm beneath my tongue, and clearly sensitive to touch.

Her dress pools at her ankles.

She suddenly arches up and emits the filthiest of sounds.

“You’ve taken cock here before, haven’t you, little Queen?” Fenix purrs. “And you still melt for it. Such a greedy, beautiful girl.”

Bastard. I can guess what he is doing and I nearly fucking come.

“Please!” Violet cries.

“Look at you,” Fenix taunts. “You don’t just take what we give you—you open for it. And then you beg for more.”

Violet

My shoes are off, and my dress is spread out on the floor. It feels like the ground shakes beneath me, but that might be just the tremble of my hands. They both flash forms. A brief notion of feathers, beaks, and claws, the brush of a soft tail, and then they are men again, naked, and I am between them, their skin against mine.

Darrion clasps me around the waist and sinks to his knees over the ruin of my beautiful gown. I wrap my arms and legs around him. His lips are on mine again, his fingers probing gently between my slick folds, teasing my clit in light circular strokes that have me shuddering and bucking. Wanting to come. Wanting to abstain until I can feel him deep inside me.

Fenix kneels behind, his warm chest brushing up against my back. Lips at my throat. Nipping, licking, before he fills his big hands with my ass cheeks and squeezes.

It’s too much. Not nearly enough. I need this. It is like a wall crumbling inside me. Darrion spoke true. The cell fades away. There are only three of us and this seismic passion.

I fumble one hand down from where it was entwined with Darrion’s neck, over firm pectorals and hard abs until I can grasp his slick cock.

He groans into my mouth and plunges two fingers deep inside my core.

Streaks of light and color shoot behind my closed eyes. I stroke him, feeling his firm, ridged flesh under my hand, and the corkscrews that will deliver pure pleasure when he pushes into me.

And Fenix, I want Fenix inside me too.

Incoherent words escape my lips. I am writhing. Urgent. I’m on the brink of detonation, and they have done no more than put their hands on me yet.

“As my Queen commands,” Fenix growls into my ear. He pushes slick fingers into my ass, and now I get a taste of what I want. “Don’t come yet. Hold it for us like a good girl.”

Fire bathes my skin and sweat pops from every pore as they hold like that, not moving, letting me feel a part of them inside of me. Taunting me so good.

My heart beats loud in my ears. The sound of our panting breaths lends an otherworldly quality to the scene.

Flesh to flesh.

Hearts beating.

Their griffins watch.

Somewhere, a guardian wolf lingers beyond the metal bars.

A hot rod pulsing under my gripping hand.

They move as one, fingers sliding out on a caress that has me moaning and pitched into a frenzy of desperate need.

They do not keep me waiting, and I brace up, pushing Darrion’s cock where I need it most, sobbing as I sink onto it, flinging my arms around his neck and letting him take my hips in his hands and work me down.

“So good,” I mumble against his throat. Then I bite.

He groans, tightens his hands. “I’m not going to last if you keep this up. Hold it, sweet girl. You need both of us, and both of us you shall have.”