Page 43 of Griffin Food

The vision of her gulping over his length triggers me, and finally, I release.

My climax goes on and on and on. My hips move erratically, pumping into her, filling her. Fucking her deeply. Every muscle in my body is quaking uncontrollably when I finally pull out with a snarl of frustration.

She drops down in a sweaty, limp mess, but her glassy eyes latch onto my cock, still hard and leaking fresh seed.

The agony of need is absolute, and the hunger shining on her face only ramps that up.

Then she is on me, her nails raking my belly and her hot mouth on my cock. I grunt and fist her hair to hold it out of the way. Watching her suck me is merely a different form of erotic hell.

Lark takes a position behind her and, with a low rumble, begins to plow her.

There is no relief. Coming merely heralds greater agony and greater need. Distantly, I am aware that we are being watched, but that is beyond the three of us and this burning hunger that drives me to mount her again the moment Lark reaches his second agonizing climax.

And so it begins.

Lark

Our seed is all over her, smothering her body and filling her soft cunt. Every muscle in my body is shaking uncontrollably, but the moment I collapse to the nest, her nails rake me, and her teeth sink into my throat, rousing me to her need.

I taste blood like an echo of mine on her lips.

She grasps my wrist, guiding my fingers between her spread legs.

“Please, Lark. Please,” she whispers against my throat.

I thrust three fingers inside, penetrating her easily. She’s so open, dilated.

We are not alphas and cannot knot her, nor can we give her the relief she craves. A part of me wants to shy away from what must be done.

“Do it,” Rafe says, sensing my resistance and the warring emotions that grip me every time. “Give our princess what she needs.”

We share a look. I nod. He hooks his arms around her waist and drags her back against his chest, holding her still.

Positioning myself between her spread legs, I slide three fingers up inside her. Fuck, just seeing how open she is, has my raw dick jerking and twitching, desperate to fill her again.

It won’t do any good. She needs to be knotted… or something as close as we can get.

As I work a fourth finger inside her slick pussy, her hips lift. I palm her belly, pinning her to the furs.

“Lie there and take it like a good girl,” Rafe says. “You know you need Lark all up inside you, stretching your cunt out.” He captures her chin, turning her to face him so he can plunder her mouth.

I direct my gaze back to her sopping cunt, fold my thumb in, and push, feeling her body give. Gods, it’s obscene, compelling. The most deeply erotic experience I have known in my life.

She tries to jerk again, but I’m holding her still. “Good girl,” I say, encouragingly.

Rafe is still kissing her, toying with her nipple. Her breasts are covered in little marks where we have sucked hard against her flesh. Claiming marks, my wolf tells me.

But I do not linger there, nor on the satisfaction of marking her as ours in front of them, for I am transfixed by the image of my fingers and folded thumb moving slowly in and out of her.

Her walls grip me lovingly with every stroke. She’s such a tiny little thing. I cannot comprehend how she takes me, and yet she has and does.

Their breathing is ragged as Rafe lifts his lips from hers. “Look at what he does to you, princess. Look how Lark opens you up, how you crave it. Can you feel him inside you? Do you need more?”

“Yes,” she pants. “Please. Oh, it’s going to feel so good.”

As my knuckles slide past her entrance, I carefully—oh so carefully—curl my fingers over one at a time until I make a fist.

Her breathing is loud in the quiet room. She flutters over my fingers, close. I’m hyper-aware of where we are, of what we do… how her low moan rises.