Page 42 of Griffin

His laugh was quiet but genuine, a sound I wanted to bottle up and keep forever.

I turned back to the door, fumbling with the keys for a moment before managing to unlock it.

The moment we stepped inside, the air between us shifted, heavy with anticipation.

I couldn’t even wait for the door to close. Tugging Michael close, I pulled him down into a kiss. The kiss was urgent and consuming.

Michael responded eagerly, his hunger a mirror of mine.

I threaded my fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss while Michael sucked down on my tongue.

We stumbled through the dimly lit living room, our steps uncoordinated as our lips refused to part for more than a breath.

I slipped his jacket off his shoulders, and it landed somewhere on the floor.

My hands slid up his back, feeling the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Michael tugged at my own jacket, and I let it fall without hesitation.

“Griffin,” he whispered against my lips, his voice trembling with emotion.

The sound of my name on his lips—breathless and filled with want—nearly undid me.

I moved my hands to cup his face, brushing my thumbs over his cheekbones. My inner wolf stirred, protective and possessive.

Unable to hold back any longer, I took his mouth again, kissing him slowly this time, savoring the way he melted against me.

I guided us toward the bedroom, our movements less hurried now, as if we had all the time in the world.

Once inside, Michael looked around briefly before his gaze returned to me, a mixture of nervousness and want in his eyes.

“Michael,” I began, wanting to know if he suddenly had any doubts.

Michael only moved toward the bed, taking off the rest of his clothes in the process.

I growled in approval and followed, peeling off my shirt, pants and boxers until I too, was fully undressed.

Michael looked sexy and gorgeous, splayed out on the bed.

I told him so and he flushed, smiling up at me as I straddled him, pinning his hands above his head.

I leaned in, capturing his lips again and enjoying the taste of him. I left a trail of kisses down his neck, his collarbones.

Releasing his hands, I worshiped his body, loving every moan that emerged from his lips. Finally, I reached his thickening member.

I licked away the pre-cum at the tip and Michael shuddered in anticipation.

“Lube,” I said, remembering.

I quickly slipped out of bed, snatched the lube from the drawer next to the bed.

Uncapping it, I returned to Michael. I hefted his legs over my shoulders.

My own dick was hard and ready. I applied a generous amount into Michael’s entrance and slid one, then two digits inside him.

Certain he was ready, I pulled away, and replaced my fingers with my cock.

I entered him slow and steady, not wanting to rush. Michael moaned and I leaned in, capturing his mouth against mine.

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