Page 24 of Griffin Food

“For fuck’s sake, Lark!”

Lark grunts, and the sticky noises reach a crescendo before they suddenly stop. He grunts again, and his labored breathing follows.

“Are you done?”

“Aye, I feel better now.” He sounds fucking perky and sleepy all at the same time.

“Well, I don’t!”

“You should knock one out. I always sleep like a baby after. Not always easy when we’re on the road. I swear the nosy brat can sense when I try to find a quiet spot for relief.”

I roll onto my back and take my cock in hand despite my better judgment.

Lark chuckles.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“No need to get grouchy. What’s your favorite fantasy while you rub one out?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why not? I can always use something new for my spank bank.”

“Stop talking.”

“What about that time when you took her ass? She didn’t even remember it, although Gods, she had to be sore the way you were plowing her with abandon, your fingers up in her cunt at the same time.”

I come. I cannot fucking help it. That memory is particularly vivid, and I can admit to revisiting it often.

“You’re welcome,” he says.

I huff out a breath. Lark is a weird bastard at times, but I have gotten used to him.

I don’t have a fucking choice. We are both besotted with our mistress, a princess and an omega. We would follow her to the ends of the world and beyond, literally, for we have.

Yet we are betas. It can never be forever between us. One day, an alpha bastard will come along and bewitch her with his scent. They will ride off together into the sunset and have lots of brats.

Bastard.

I do not even know him, but I already hate his guts, this mystery alpha who will snatch my heart’s desire away.

I love her.

Lark does, too. We are both hook, line, and sinker for Violet.

Lark, unlike me, does not linger upon the looming future where Violet will be snatched away. He is a live-for-the-moment kind of man, and how I envy him.

The sounds of his snoring fill the room.

I lie awake much longer, tossing and turning before I finally fall into a restless sleep.

It is only when I rise the next day that I recognize the signs. I am more sensitive to her cycles than Lark is, although he was the first to notice her scent. Soon, Violet will go into heat. I will get my chance to fuck her until my dick is raw and my legs shake, and then I will fuck her some more.

Afterward, she will forget.

I will remember. One more memory to bind me to her. One more shattering experience with the woman I love.

Her heats are getting worse, longer—this is coming to a head.