Page 55 of Griffin Food

“What?” Rafe mutters. He pulls out and pitches to the side, rolling her with him and snatching her lips from my cock.

“She was not fucking finished.”

“I was finished,” he says irritably. “I’m fucking beat.”

She moans again. That sound goes straight to my balls. “Are you fingering her?”

“What do you think?” he mutters. “She is never satisfied with once.”

He makes a valid point… I slide my hand down her body, between her breasts, until my fingers butt up against his.

“Wait your fucking turn,” he growls.

Ignoring him, I shove a finger into her pussy beside his.

She moans and arches her back, thrusting her tits against my chest. I lean down to suckle one, drawing the soft flesh into my mouth. My rumble is pure contentment. I mash my thumb over her clit and work a second finger into her.

Rafe grunts. My cock is still hard and the base throbbing, but I am distracted by the sweet, pliant lass getting herself off on our fingers. The phantom knot was probably no more than a trick of the imagination—some by-product of being exhausted all the time.

“Come again for us, little princess,” I mumble against her tit. “You know you won’t sleep unless you do.”

Her breathing starts to stutter. I suck harder on her nipple. She likes it rough. To ache from our attention. My thought processes are fuzzy, and I cannot bear to leave one breast, even to move to the other neglected side.

A sharp cry leaves her lips, her pussy contracts, and a gush floods around my fingers.

“Good girl,” Rafe says, easing his fingers out.

The minute he does, I tumble her onto her back and bury my head between her thighs. I busy myself licking up all the sticky goodness. I have gotten used to Rafe coming inside her and don’t mind it at all.

“You are such an animal,” he says gruffly. Although he doesn’t sound disgusted, more curious, or perhaps wishing he was the one seeking out her taste the way my mute shifter side can.

They are kissing. Deep passionate kisses, and I become an extension of that. There was a time when I might have felt some jealousy. Not just the sharing, but because my emotions are so deeply invested—because I love her, because I love her more than life.

Yet there is none.

We have done this often. She is the center of our world. My wolf pants underneath the surface of my skin. He is obsessed with her.

Our mate.

Only I’m not a true wolf shifter, and Rafe is a beta besides.

My wolf says none of this matters. The griffin acknowledged it. On a deeper level, my wolf yields to him, considers him all-wise, all-knowing. If he called her our mate, then who are we to argue?

I cannot fault his logic. It is my logic, after all.

Tension invades her body. She fidgets and twitches, forcing me to pin her still, lest her bucking wrest me from her perfect pussy.

She is close.

The cry that leaves her lips for a third climax is guttural, as if it is being ejected deep from inside her belly. It sets my cock thumping half-heartedly with enthusiasm yet again. I come weakly against the nest. My tongue gets busy lapping up the taste of her fresh slick.

As her breathing begins to even out, blissful darkness calls to me, and I sink into oblivion right there with my face plastered against her slick cunt. It will save time in the morning, my wolven side determines, and that is my last thought before I fall asleep.

Chapter Seventeen

Violet

The items on the tray rattle faintly as I carry them to the griffin lord’s room. My breath quickens with every step, for every step takes me closer to him. I can almost taste his scent lingering in the air—an anticipation that sets a flock of butterflies to flight inside my belly.