Page 123 of Griffin Food

And yet the Goddess, fate, or sheer luck has brought me to this place.

And Atlas. I want to hate the bastard. Darrion, who is always fucking smug. And Fenix, who is a moody bastard most of the time. I have plenty of reasons to hate them. Her introduction to their world was brutal, to say the least.

And yet I do not hate any of them.

As I stare back at my reflection, I accept that I like them a lot. They are accepting. No one has tried to push me out, nor to sideline Lark. Atlas treats me like a trusted advisor. He has given me the utmost respect—a sense of belonging.

My prior fears feel petty upon reflection. Where the heart and human emotions are involved, one can be forgiven for not being logical. For assuming the worst. And to be fair, it was a rocky start. Atlas’s methods were fucking harsh.

But as I look down at my skin, which shimmers in the lamplight, I feel as though part of me is waking up.

I turn away from the mirror and the unsettled feeling rolling in my gut and return to the nesting chamber only to come to an abrupt stop.

When I left, she was well-loved and sleepy. Now she’s a siren riding her mate.

Lark lies back, hands on her hips. She’s leaning over him, moving with sensual grace as she takes pleasure on her terms.

Lark glances from Violet to me and back again, then grins. “The griffin bastards have gotten her all riled up. Don’t worry. Won’t take me fucking long. Watching them make a Violet sandwich has me well and truly primed.”

So that is what they did…

She moans and begins to ride him in earnest.

“There we go, sweet little princess,” he says. “Keep clenching over me, and I’ll give you my seed.”

My dick goes from semi to hard and leaking pre-cum so fast that my fucking head spins. He tightens his grip on her hips and begins to slam her down onto his length with sharp slaps of meeting flesh.

Sharing can feel so natural when you love someone. And fucking hot. It can make you both impatient for your turn and not want them to fucking stop because watching them come together is perfect too.

And then they are coming.

It feels as though the top of my fucking head blows off. I can only stare in wonder as sensations crash through me.

She rises off him and pitches onto the nest beside him with a giggle—I’m guessing he didn’t knot her. Her eyes land squarely on me, then slide down my chest until they reach my cock. Her grin is pure mischief. She nips her lower lip and parts her pretty thighs.

Lark chuckles. He rolls onto his side so he can watch her face. “See? The lass is insatiable.”

I’m like a man in a daze as I drop to my knees before her. My gaze sweeps down her body until I reach a pretty pink slit, full of Lark’s cum.

“Are you sore?”

She shakes her head. “No. Please. I want to feel you inside me.”

That’s all the invitation I need.

I ease forward, line up, and with deliberate slowness sink into a hot, wet sheath.

I groan.

She wraps her arms and legs around me, pulling me in tight.

“Press your weight onto me,” she begs. “I want you to squish me into the nest as you fuck me.”

Lark emits a deeper guffaw. He’s lying casually beside us, head propped in his hand, watching.

He always did like to watch. I guess all of us fucking do now.

I make love to her. This is no rough coupling. Despite her protestations, I believe the lass has got to be a little sore. There is no rush here. We have the night… or day, whatever is left of it. The sun is rising beyond the horizon, bathing the room in a glow.