Page 140 of Griffin Food

Darrion rips my gown in two. Somebody tugs it away.

Atlas is watching me, waiting, then his lips curl into a smile. “Such a sweet princess, kneeling for your griffin master. It is for the best that you learned how to be patient.”

Oh Goddess. I’m already unraveling.

“You don’t get to come,” Fenix says bluntly, his lips pressed to the other side of my throat.

A deep, rumbly purr emanates from Lark’s chest, as though approving of what Fenix just said—the knuckles of a huge, gnarled hand slide down my side.

“That’s how this works,” Atlas continues. “Resonant bonding. The higher you go, the greater the reward.”

“You’ll hold it for us, won’t you, my Queen?” Darrion says it softly, taunting me. His fingers slide over my ass, cupping me intimately from behind as he pushes his big body against mine, letting me feel how hard he is for me.

Slow beating wings, fur, soft tails, and hard male flesh fill my senses. Atlas’s lips on mine once more. I’m ready. The worry that once held me captive is gone. The rightness of what we do is clear. The ceremonial setting. The unbound griffins who have risen from their sleep. I didn’t know if I could do this—worried I could not.

But now I see that I can.

And I will.

Whatever it takes.

I’ll withstand anything.

If only someone would fill this empty feeling inside, one that demands.

My fingers sink into Atlas’s hair and tug. His lips slide from mine, his breathing heavy, his beautiful silver eyes whirling with primal power. A soft leonine tail brushes over my hip and slides across my belly.

“Hold her,” Atlas says, never taking his eyes off me.

Darrion’s hands slide behind my thighs. He holds me open as Atlas takes his cock in hand and teases my pussy with it.

“Please,” I beg, shameless.

“My sweet girl, you don’t even know what you’re begging for yet. But you soon will.”

I believe him.

The many days and weeks he teased me in his study, he was molding me, making me ready for this point. Nothing matters but the moment when the thick head of his cock snags my entrance. He wraps his fingers around my hips and, with Darrion holding me behind, pushes straight in. A cry leaves my lips. The twisting corkscrew swelling of his cock is an otherworldly pleasure. He slides out slowly, only to slam back in.

“Steady,” Fenix says darkly.

“Just warming her up,” Atlas says gruffly. And then he fucks me with an agonizing slowness that has me seeing stars.

I gaze up into his eyes, feeling something building inside me—something beautiful, something wild, something untenable. And all the while the griffins softly hum.

Slowly in and slowly out. All the more devastating because. My jaw hangs slack. I am a vessel for his lust. One who receives what he gives me gladly and without reservation.

He is going to come. Release hangs just beyond my reach. I cannot grasp it. Nor claim it. And then he slides deeply and simply holds.

A low masculine moan sets the hairs on the back of my neck prickling and a sharp thrill through my core.

Not Atlas.

But familiar…

Could it be Rafe?

Something shifts inside me. Pressure. Followed by a sting as a series of sharp ridges prick my inner walls, locking him in place. I gasp, my body clenching around him involuntarily.