“Yes, please.”
She shifts her thighs, trying to draw them down. Probably to give her a little friction, some stimulation to ease the ache that’s probably driving her insane.
But that movement would close her legs and I don’t want that. I want her open for me. Want her glistening pussy spread wide.
“Then I’ll give it to you,” I growl, jerking my boxers down my hips and freeing my throbbing cock.
The tip glistens with pre-cum that mixes with her slick as I drag it up and down her soaked folds.
“You’re fucking soaked for me, sweetheart.”
“That—that’s good, right?” She pants, wiggling her hips, almost like she’s trying to tempt me into seating myself balls deep inside of her.
“It’s fucking perfect.”
Her question betrays her inexperience. This can’t be her first heat, considering her age, but I have a sneaking suspicion she’s never had a partner for her heat. At least not one who’s helped her through it in the way she deserves.
I should take things slow. Treat her right. Not rut her into the mattress until it, her, and I are indistinguishable from each other.
“Please, Griffin.”
My name on her lips makes something snap inside me and my hips move forward of their own volition, sinking into her wet heat.
It takes all of my self-control to slow the motion, stretching her on my cock in a way that I’m sure drives us both insane.
Her eyes screw shut and she lets out a startled gasp.
“Does it hurt?” I ask through gritted teeth.
She shakes her head, but her eyes are still shut. That bothers me. I want them open. I want to see her.
I hike her leg up so I can seat myself fully inside of her, my knot teasing her entrance. Her inner walls flutter around me, begging me to thrust, begging me to move.
“Open your eyes for me, Sweetheart. I want to look at you while I fuck you.”
She blinks her eyes open, revealing her bright emerald green eyes. She does it immediately.
Makes me think about how Ash is so fond of giving her little commands. He’s onto something.
There’s just something about Mirabelle that wants to please. It’s a dangerous thing, that trust she’s given all of us.
But like hell am I going to let that go.
“I’m going to move now. And you’re going to take it like a good girl.”
Her lashes flutter as I slide my cock out before thrusting forward, grinding down to add pressure to her clit, but she fights to keep her eyes open.
She really is such a good girl.
“That’s it.” I reach up to cradle her face as I start thrusting in earnest.
She bites her bottom lip, a whine building in her throat as she takes it. Her scent loses the sharp bitter hint of her fear, sweetening in a way that’s intoxication. I swear, I start to feel high, the longer things go on.
A noise comes from beside us and I jerk my gaze to see Rowan leaning against the wall, his chest heaving, his pupils blown, and a massive tent in his sweatpants.
Mirabelle seems to notice the involuntary noise he made too, because she turns her head, her lips quirking up into a smile.
Her outstretched hand to him is the only signal I need to roll us over so she’s on top of me. She lets out a startled cry, her hands flying to my chest to steady herself.
