Page 41 of Griffin Food

“I’m not one to believe in fate or destiny,” I say softly, “but she has ever been drawn to this place.”

Rafe nods, his expression taut.

She shivers between us, trembling as her heat consumes her fast.

Rafe pins me with a sharp, hollow look. “We need to fuck her. We need to tend her. If we don’t, they’ll take her from us.”

Her whimper slices straight through my conflict.

Rafe’s expression darkens—the time for hesitation is over. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Let’s get these clothes that are bothering you out of the way, hmm?”

He works from her collar downward, the buttons coming undone one by one. She huffs, impatient, an adorable growl catching in her throat as she tries to help and only hinders what Rafe does.

I slide my hands down over her shoulders and down her arms until I catch her wrists behind her back. Pinned. Trembling. Ours. “Ah, ah. You don’t interfere.”

She jerks against my hold, and a cloud of her fresh arousal blooms. I know what she likes. I’ve tended her enough times, felt her body moving under mine, and her arousal. A faint purr emanates from my chest. I only ever purr when she’s in heat. Sometimes it soothes her, and other times it makes her needy.

As her last button comes free, Rafe pushes her shirt over her shoulders until it catches at her wrists, which I still hold. The band she uses to cover her breasts for riding and travel comes free next, whispering down her body to fall at her feet.

He cups her tits, squeezing them lightly and pushing her back into me. The back of her head drops against my chest. Her head twists, and her eyes lift to meet mine. Her lips part as Rafe fondles and plays with her tits, pinching her nipples almost cruelly, the way she craves and likes. My mouth slants over hers. My tongue slips inside, tasting her.

I groan. Gods, I have missed this intimacy. It feels like forever between each heat, and then it ends, and she forgets us.

She didn’t forget us this time, did she? She remembered.

Will she remember afterward?

I pray she does. Maybe that makes me selfish, to want a forever place in her heart.

Our lips move instinctively, invoking the memory of many shared kisses. Our lovemaking has a pattern, a shape. It feels as though a thousand lifetimes stretch behind us, and a thousand more lie ahead of us—an infinite timeline that transcends ages and eons.

I grind my cock into her soft ass. Rafe’s lips are on her breasts now, and she moans into my mouth. I kiss up her cries, her wrists still clasped within my hand. My other hand moves to cup her throat, my fingers against the side of her cheek and thumb under her chin, gentle, coaxing. The other occupants of the room fade away.

Rafe’s kisses move lower, and he drops to his knees.

Her boots are off. Her serviceable riding pants are ripped down and tossed away. I know what he’s going to do, what he has done many times. Her slim thigh goes over his right shoulder. My arm moves to her waist, holding her. He grasps the other leg, putting it over his left shoulder, and his mouth is on her pussy.

He groans.

I can almost taste her sweet, juicy cunt, and it leaves my dick hard and straining behind my pants. The deep rumbling noises he makes as he eats her out mix with her cries of pleasure, making me hard as fuck.

He’s already lost in her. Needs to get her off fast. And she’s getting there, her breathing turning choppy, then catching in her throat as her body locks. I tighten my hold and pinch her nipple, squeezing it roughly as she climaxes, thrashing and crying out her pleasure.

My dick is fucking primed. The top of my head is about to blow off.

He lifts his head and nips her inner thigh, and then he disentangles her legs and lowers her feet to the fur-covered floor.

His eyes slide to where the nesting material is piled high at the side of the pit. She has never nested before—not once—always in denial about what was happening. Sometimes, finding a place with some level of privacy was the best we could do. But here, they have provided bountiful supplies.

Rafe rises to his feet. I release her slowly. Her legs give out, and she sinks to her knees, reaching for the buckle of his pants. He grasps her fingers and draws them gently off.

“Nest,” he says.

She shakes her head.

“Rafe,” I caution.

He pins me with a dark glare before he turns it upon Violet.