Page 62 of Midnight Hunt

“What a good boy,” she crooned, reaching up to pat my cheek. When I turned my head and kissed her palm, she patted my cheek again.Hard. And lightly growled, “Behave.”

A crooked smile crept over my face, and she paused to peck my lips. My smile immediately turned into a frown. “That’s it?”

“You said whatever I want,” she replied with a shrug. “Behave, and I’ll give you more.”

Obediently holding still—and fighting back a smile—I let her have her way with me. Satisfied that I wasn’t going to interrupt her again, she pressed another kiss to my mouth.

Better.Muchbetter.

I tried to pull her face closer to mine and kiss her back, but she grabbed my wrist and, in a flash, reversed our positions. As my back slammed against the tiles, she tightly gripped my jaw and forced my mouth open, then thrust her tongue inside. The dominant move made me wild with excitement, and I violently shuddered as she thoroughly licked the inside of my mouth.

She’d been rough with me before, especially during her heat, but it felt different this time. It almost felt like she was marking me.Claimingme. And the possibility of that happening filled me with euphoria.

I tried to touch her, but she grabbed both wrists and pressed them against the tiles. This washermoment, and she was making that perfectly clear. Her tongue left my mouth, and I immediately mourned its loss. A second later, though, she pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my jaw, then my neck. I tipped my head back to give her better access, and she instantly took advantage, sucking on my neck hard enough to leave a bruise.

Realizing how close she was to the claim spot between my neck and shoulder, I inhaled sharply between my teeth, my instincts going haywire. Every molecule of my being wanted her to nuzzle that spot, to bite it.Hard. Hard enough to draw blood. The harder she bit, the harder she claimed me as hers.

What I wouldn’t give to have her scent buried beneath my skin, to proudly wear it like a badge of honor.

But after another moment, she moved on from my neck to kiss and lick my collarbone, then my chest. I thoroughly enjoyed it, but I couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed. Or a lot.

Slowly, I reminded myself, looking down as she flicked her tongue over one of my nipples. She wasn’t ready to claim me, and that was okay. She was ready forthis, so I set aside my need to be claimed and focused on what she was doing to me.

“Don’t forget the other one,” I dared to speak as she sucked on my hardened nipple. “It’s lonely.” She bit down on the nipple as payback, and I choked out a groan. “That’s it, baby. The rougher, the better.”

She released the nipple to look up at me. “Griff?”

“Yeah?”

Sticking her tongue out, she slowly licked a path up my chest and throat. As I felt her hands join in, sliding up the length of my stomach to rest on my pecs, I bit back another groan. Standing face to face with me again, she caressed her lips over mine, then whispered, “Shut up.”

I grinned, just as she dropped to her knees and, in one fell swoop, swallowed my dick whole. The swift and unexpected move punched the air from my lungs. Not giving me time to catch my breath, she sucked on me hard, so hard that her cheeks hollowed out.

Her name burst from my lips as pleasure shot to every corner of my body. She looked up and met my eyes as I slowly unraveled, wholly lost to the feeling of her lips and tongue milking my pleasure. She’d done this to me a few times before, butIwas usually the one between her thighs.

Seeing her down there with her mouth on my cock sent my body into overdrive, and I was fighting back a release only seconds later.

“Vi,” I groaned, the sound almost a plea. My legs trembled as she continued to milk me, making my balls tighten. I was so turned on that a single touch from her would shove me over the edge. But I didn’t want to orgasm right now. Not yet. Not like this. I had a greater desire, and I silently conveyed that message, hoping she would understand.

Seeing it, she stopped sucking on me, then slowly released my dick with a wet pop. The greedy appendage twitched in disappointment, painfully swollen to the max, but I ignored it and reached down to help Vi to her feet. The second she stood, I switched off the shower and swept her into my arms.

“Griff, what—?” she started, but the words died as I exited the shower and strode with purpose to the nearest bedroom. Seeing where I was headed, she protested, “I’m wet.”

“I bet you are. After frantically sucking my dick like your favorite lollipop, you’re probably soaked.”

A noise that sounded a lot like a giggle escaped her. Vinevergiggled. Pleased, my swollen dick twitched again. Reaching the king-sized bed, I laid her on the heather gray comforter.

“Yes, I’m practicallydripping,” she sassily replied, looking up at me through her dark lashes. “Or maybe you’re just full of yourself.”

“Guess I should check, then,” I purred, sitting on the bed beside her. When I reached between her slightly parted thighs and found her wetness, she sucked in a quiet gasp. “Mmm,” I rumbled, watching her face as I slowly dipped a finger inside her entrance. “You’re definitely dripping. And tight. Tighter than I remember.”

“It’sbeenawhile, doofus,” she said, then gasped again when I added a second finger, sliding them both in as far as they would go.

“Guess I should help you prepare, then,” I replied, satisfied when her body quivered. “My dick has grown since the last time it was inside you.”

“Has not. You’re so full of your—” Her words ended in a breathless cry as I curled my fingers inside her. Her slick walls spasmed and tightened around my fingers, and the sensation made me impossibly hard, my cock aching to be there instead.

“You’ll soon be full of me too,” I gruffly said. I started pumping my fingers in her deliciously warm pussy, and she arched off the bed with a moan. The sight made my balls tighten again, her pleasure becoming mine. If I continued pleasuring her for much longer, I was probably going to make a mess all over the gray comforter.

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