This should’ve been the point where I stopped and realized that pissing off a werewolf that’s already in a possessive mood might not be a good idea.
But I didn’t. Antagonizing him sent a thrill through me. There was an excited adrenaline in my veins, like prodding the bear to get a reaction.
Well, this isn’t a bear. This is an angry wolf and that might be worse.
“It’s okay, you know. I know I’m quite beautiful but you have nothing to worry about,” I echoed his own words back to him. I!
Silence. Oh, he definitely knew I was mocking him now.
“Little fox,” he said, “It’s already taking everything inside me not to bend you over this table so that the entire kitchen staff can hear who you belong to…do you really want to end up over my knee again?”
My face went red and there was a dark satisfactory gleam in Griffin’s eyes. I couldn’t tell if he was satisfied that he’d already flustered me again or if he really wanted me to keep pushing. Although the thought of having s*x with him definitely made me nervous, it also left some sort of hungry curiosity too.
Is this what trying to accept the mate bond does? Just make me super horny for him? I pictured it in my mind – him bending me over the table, lifting up my blue dress, and taking me how he pleased. The sounds he’d make. How he’d feel inside me.
Almost unconsciously, I ground my thighs together and swallowed down a whimper. My eyes fluttered shut. Him on top of me, his strong hands covering every inch of my skin –
“Little fox,” Griffin rasped and my eyes sprung open. His jaw was clenched and his eyes roved over me like a hungry animal. “I can smell you. It’s taking every ounce of my self-control not to f**k you right now, Clark.” Crack!
I watched the edge of the wooden table suddenly break under his grip, his eyes still trained on me. He was still gripping the jagged, broken edge with his fist, his veins bulging beneath his skin.
God, what would those hands feel like on me?
What would they feel like on my face?
Or my throat?
That was the last thought in my brain before I felt myself move. I reached over, tugging his face closer to mine and closed the gap between our l*ps.
“I have what it takes to claim what I want.” Robin York
Kissing Griffin was just as intoxicating as I remembered it to be. His full l*ps moved in sync with mine, like we were speaking our own physical language. I’d never realized that a k*ss was something that could turn you on or leave you wet
– I’d always considered it the preamble to the real foreplay.
But k*ssing Griffin was different. When his tongue licked my bottom l*p and then entered my mouth, I could feel the warmth in my stomach. I had one hand pressed to the side of his face, the other resting on the table to support my weight.
It wasn’t enough though. I wasn’t touching enough of him.
As if he’d had the same thought, Griffin reached over and pulled me into his lap in one movement. I made some sort of noise in my throat ~
a mixture between a squeal and a moan ~ as he moved me. He’d picked me up like I was weightless.
Thrust into his lap, it was almost impossible to keep my hands off him.
I could feel so much more of him now ~ his large hands settled on my waist, his rigid abdomen pressed against mine, and my hot thighs perched on top of one of his. I’d never wanted to touch someb*dy like I wanted to touch Griffin right now. I wanted to feel all of him.
Griffin’s tongue in my mouth was consuming. I tried to keep up with his speed, explore his mouth the way his tongue was mine, but he wouldn’t let me. His tongue was simply dominating mine, and I wasn’t sure if that was intentional or not.
I could feel the warmth in my belly expanding and I wanted, no needed, more. I needed friction, and before I could stop myself, I ground myself into his thigh I was sitting on.
Griffin immediately growled, moving his thigh closer so I could have better leverage and pulling back from my l*ps. His eyes were as dark as T”d ever seen them, pupils blown out. Still, there was a victorious smirk on his face, He didn’t speak but continued to hold his thigh in place, watching me grind against him.
The hot pressure of his thigh against my core was the perfect amount of force against my core ~ I could feel it hitting my clit every time. Moaning, I closed my eyes and threw my head back. How could grinding against someone’s thigh feel this good? It shouldn’t feel this good, this hot.
Just as my eyes fluttered shut, Griffin grabbed my chin and tilted my head back down. “Now, now, little fox,” he teased,
“Did I give you permission to get yourself off?”
He was still keeping his thigh in place, letting me move my hips and grind.
Permission? He’s the one who moved his thigh and gave me better access!
That’s what I meant to tell him, but instead, some sort of breathy whine escaped my throat instead.
God, I must look and seem like an animal right now – I’m literally getting myself off by humping his thigh!
In response to my whine, Griffin’s hands gripped my hips and stilled them. “As beautiful as you look right now, getting yourself on me,” Griffin said, his voice raspy and low, “I get to decide when you please yourself. Not you.” ‘
I should’ve been offended by that – or at least rolled my eyes at the notion of someone else getting to control my pleasure – but all I could feel was expanding heat in my lower stomach. It was actually turning me on more.
“Please,” I barely recognized the quiet groan as it left my throat. I didn’t say it, but I knew what I was ‘pleasing’ for – more of the friction, more of the hot pressure in just the right spot.
“Please what?”
His eyes bore into mine, waiting for some sort of answer.
“Please, Griffin.” The words came out automatically.
The corner of his l*ps lifted into a smile but his hands stayed exactly where they were, preventing my hips from moving. “Nice try but wrong answer.” Wrong answer? What the hell does he want me to refer to him as?
“Please, Your Majesty.” That was the next one that came to mind and I almost had to mutter it out of embarrassment.
Please tell me the literal King doesn’t have a kink for being referred to as such.
“Hm, I almost like that one,” Griffin’s eyes danced with amusement,
“But still wrong.”
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