Page 60 of Griffin Food

“Why do you smell of her?”

His lips curve up on one side. Bastard. “He had her laid over his desk when I went in to tell him about your patrol,” he says.

My nostrils flare. “What do you mean by laid over the desk? Was he… was he fucking her?”

His smirk grows wider. “No, merely toying with her. He had her skirts up and her ass and pussy on display. He asked me if I wanted to watch.”

I swallow thickly. “And did you?”

“You’re damned right I did,” he says heatedly. “I pulled up a chair and watched the slick drip from her cunt to the wooden floor. She was absolutely drenched… and very obedient. It was quite a compelling sight. I’ll be taking my cock in hand later to the memory.”

“Fuck,” I mutter gruffly. “I wish I hadn’t asked.”

He arches a single blond brow again.

“Fine. I’m glad I asked, but also, now I’ll be thinking about it, and I wasn’t even there.”

“She is close,” he says. “Very close, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Did your wings spring?”

He scowls at me. “You know they fucking did. I only have to catch a whiff of her in the corridor, and they’re out and on display unrestrained. Darkan turns into a love-drunk fool that must preen before his mistress at every opportunity. Even if she is not there to see.”

“Galeor is the same,” I admit. Galeor unruffles his wings inside my mind, preening in a practice display. We are among the youngest in the Cairnborn Pride, though we have risen to third.

“See,” Galeor says, “It is not only us. We need to make sure we display our wings appropriately whenever she is around. Better yet, our full griffin form… Also, I’ve had some thoughts on mating that will satisfy my needs.”

“Not now,” I say brusquely.

“Having a conversation with somebody else?” Darrion inquires.

I scowl at him. “Are you saying Darkan is any better?” I shift my stance uneasily, before adding, “He is thinking about mating.”

Darrion’s expression turns calculating. “If you had seen her spread over the table, moaning softly as Atlas fondled her pussy, all slick and glistening, you would be thinking about it too.”

I groan weakly.

Our conversation is interrupted by heavy footsteps, and we both turn to find our leader bearing down on us, wings out. Mine immediately snap into existence, as do Darrion’s.

There is not enough room in the corridor, and everybody’s wings bat against each other.

“For fuck’s sake,” Atlas mutters. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Us?” I say, incredulous. “You had your wings out first!”

“I have just left her,” he says, scowling. “It is understandable that my wings are out. What are your excuses?”

“I can smell her all over you.” I sound fucking surly. “Did you fuck her?”

He takes me by the throat and shoves me against the nearby wall. “I did not fuck her. But I will, when I’m ready. Do not question me again.”

I swallow. He’s very fucking riled up at the moment. But he is our leader. The one who will claim her.

“We are going to claim her, too,” I say.

He sighs heavily, unwraps his fingers from around my throat, and steps back. “You will claim her, if she accepts you, as we have already discussed… And when I am ready. Now, what did you find on your patrol?”

“Three different parties,” I say.