Page 42 of Griffin Food

“Nest!” He takes her wrist and drags her across to where the pile of nesting material waits. I wince. She is like a little feral thing, kicking and trying to scratch him… trying to snag his buckle again… she has a one-track mind at such times. Trying to divert her from cock when she has her heart set upon it rarely ends well.

“Nest,” he barks, releasing her.

She hisses at him. Then, defiance in every curve of her perfect body, she turns, dropping to her hands and knees and pushing her ass up in the air.

His palm is sharp as it lands against her ass cheek. “Nest!”

She tosses a look over her shoulder that is fury and lust.

My breathing has turned ragged at some point during this exchange. Gods, she is a test. “Maybe she doesn’t⁠—”

Rafe silences me with another glare before his palm comes down against her ass again, fast and sharp, one side and then the other. She pushes up into the spanks, her back arched, her head tipped back, and welcoming every clap of his hand.

“Nest, damn it,” he growls, quickening the tempo, making a pink stain bloom against her perfect skin.

Fuck! My balls draw tight. I’m so fucking close, I might climax in my damn pants.

A sob breaks from her lips. She dodges the next blow and reaches for a soft pelt.

He stands straight again, his chest heaving, waiting to see what she will do.

She rocks back onto her heels, her eyes daring both of us to interfere.

Not a chance. I strip out of my clothes, tossing them aside. Rafe does the same. Both of us riveted as she takes the pelt and rubs it against her cheek, over her throat, between her breasts, over her belly, before—her eyes blazing with pure defiance—she wipes it between her thighs.

It glistens when it comes away, coated in her slick.

I feast greedy eyes on her beautiful naked body as she slowly—taunting us with every piece she puts in place—makes her first nest.

Rafe

She makes a nest. Her first ever nest. Pride fills me until it overflows. This is what she has always needed: finally acknowledging her omega side. But now I sense the nest is done, and she is toying with us, playing at shuffling the soft furs and blankets.

I drop to my knees. She doesn’t hesitate to present, her head down and her ass up, her body shuddering with need. I line up and sink into her hot, clenching pussy. Her moan is full of hunger.

My hips jerk. My fingers sink into the soft flesh of her hips, gripping tightly as I pound into her.

Lark drops down in front of her. Her eager little mouth latches onto his cock, sucking him off.

“Gods,” he says gruffly. “I’d forgotten how it is.”

Sweat breaks out across my skin. I’m taking her roughly—brutally. She only cants her ass and pushes back for more. The need to climax is like a fever racing through my blood. My balls are tight and heavy. The sticky clapping sounds of my penetration and the low grunts and growls of pleasure present a debauched symphony.

And I still cannot come.

All I can do is fuck into her over and over again.

Lark’s groan carries deep frustration. The worst part is knowing this is only the beginning; relief is short-lived and infrequent, and after, the hunger will be twice as strong.

None of this knowledge stops me from reaching for the ultimate goal—to fill her needy cunt, to seed her, maybe this time to finally breed her. My pounding strokes never falter. Sweat trickles down the center of my chest and drips onto the nest. She sucks greedily at Lark’s cock, his hips thrusting forward, pushing deep into her throat.

My mind spirals, the base of my spine tingles, and my climax hangs painfully on my periphery. My grip tightens. I’m so fucking close. The need to come in her, to fill her, is an imperative.

My chest heaves, ejecting ragged pants. My pace quickens, and my muscles burn with the strain, cramping in my belly, thighs, and ass… my arms shake where I hold her.

So. Fucking. Close.

“Ah, fuck!” Lark’s heavy exhale and the erratic jerk of his hips tell me he is coming down her throat.