Page 67 of Snag
I twist my fingers through his hair, holding him with all my strength. Warmth pools between my legs. That raspy tongue does another pass over each breast.
I rub my thighs together, writhing against his hold. His grip tightens on me.
But I’m not fighting him.
“I want … I want …” I pant, feeling myself spiraling out of control. I was trying to figure out the bond, trying to focus, but my essence is now pouring out of me. Pouring through me, because I can feel the energy of the intersection point in the mix. I can feel it, but I can’t seem to bring myself to stop it.
The gryphon tears the shredded nightgown from me, flinging it away as if it’s offending him. He shoves me back on the bed, bends my knees and presses them open. Then he just stares down at my exposed and seriously needy pussy.
For way too fucking long.
I groan, wiggling against his firm hold as if I might entice him to just fuck me. “Rought —”
“No,” the gryphon rumbles, still staring down at me as he slowly wraps his hand around his jutting cock and strokes it, almost experimentally. “Sleeping.”
Oh, fuck. Okay. “That’s … maybe we should wake him before we go any further?”
The gryphon lunges over me, caging me in with his body, then lowering his face until his golden eyes are blazing into my soul. “You want gryphon instead?”
I blink, trying to think through the haze of desire … does he mean …? “I’m not fucking the gryphon,” I say firmly.
The gryphon narrows his eyes, as if he’s actually contemplating fully transforming and fucking me in his beast form.
I reach for the cock currently jabbing into my thigh rather forcefully.
The gryphon grumbles, lifting one hand to pin my arm back in place.
I quickly and firmly stroke his thick length, twisting my hand over the tip. Then I repeat that sequence. Every muscle in his body tenses as he freezes in place, hand still suspended.
Wiggling and shifting — while keeping him distracted by jerking him off — I manage to slide off thebed between his legs, just enough to get my mouth wrapped around the head of his cock.
His entire body jerks, nearly choking me. Then he snarls, holding himself completely still over me, head angled to watch me suck him off.
I’m so amped up that even though I really need two hands to hold him in this awkward position, I slip my fingers between my own legs, teasing my clit. My orgasm is right fucking there —
The gryphon abruptly yanks his cock out of my mouth and hand, grips my hips, and hauls me back up on the bed. He flips me, dragging me back into a kneeling position. Then, pinning his knees to the side of the bed to even up our heights, he fucking lifts me up into some sort of half-suspended downward-dog position — just my hands now planted on the bed. Then he licks my core from behind.
Licks me right from my clit and up, ending in a swirl around the pucker of my ass.
I shout, scrambling for handholds in the sheets.
He does it again. It’s invasive. It’s overwhelming. I’ve never had anyone do that, touch or lick me back there, and it’s too intimate.
I open my mouth to tell him to stop.
The gryphon swirls his tongue over my clit again, then stuffs as much of his tongue into my entrance as he can, thrusting in and out.
His grip on my hips is punishing. All the blood not pulsing through my pussy is running to my head. I’m shaking, nerves on full alert even as my mind feels like mush.
He licks me again — the full flat of his tongue, no flicking or sucking — all the way from the top of my labia, over my clit, my entrance, and back to swirl up over my ass.
I fucking moan. Fucking wantonly. Like he’s reprogrammed my brain and I …
“I want …” I pant, trying to get my forearms under me, my knees on the bed. “I want.”
The gryphon lowers me as if he’s actually going to listen. But then he curls over me with one hand still holding my hip, settles the other hand between my shoulder blades, and pins me to the bed.
I open my mouth to protest.
