I try to resist, and he tightens his hold around my throat, choking me gently. Pleasure rises swiftly as blood goes to my head. This man knows how to play me like a fiddle.
I know what it means when he’s stretching me out so much.
Moments later, my suspicion is confirmed as he aligns his large cock with my entrance and starts pushing in.
Oh, gods…
I shout and he bites my neck to keep me in place. My eyes roll in their orbits. His horn touches my cheek, and I reach for it with my free hand.
I lose track of all that I feel and all that I am, as Griffin wrecks me, body and soul. I start crying as he fucks me. I do it often, when I’m lost in rapture like this. My emotions bubble to the surface, and the dam breaks. Griffin knows me. He knows what my tears mean. He pulls me into his arms, closer to his heart.
“I love you,” I gasp.
The words have been living in me for a while, waiting for the right moment to take flight.
Griffin freezes for a heartbeat. I wonder if he has ever heard those words before.
“I love you,” I repeat, louder this time. “I love you… I love you… I love you!”
He starts moving again, hard and fast. His face on my shoulder feels wet. That’s all the answer that I need today.
He reaches for my cock, and I come into his hand after a few strokes. Griffin follows seconds later.
We both lie on the couch, our sticky bodies intertwined, and we let our tears dry.
Half an hour later, we’re back on my blanket on the sand after washing up. Griffin made us coffee, and we’re watching the waves. I sit between his legs, my back resting over his warm chest.
“Can I ask you something?” I say.
He nuzzles my neck. “Sure.”
“Why did you let me come with you on the day we met?”
The question has been rising back to the surface lately, on the days when I wonder how I got so lucky.
Griffin hums. “You had no reaction to me.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“Most people, when they see me, smell of fear. Or I make them nervous. Some others smell of excitement. They’re attracted to power. You were just… unfazed by me. I was just a means to survive.”
“You accepted to take me in because I wanted touseyou to survive?” I ask, dumbfounded.
He smiles. “Because I wasn’t a monster in your eyes. I was just someone normal along the way that could help you. And I wanted to see how it felt to be normal.”
“And yet, you tried to hide your horns,” I say, remembering that first day.
“I thought it might be a little too much, even for you. But it wasn’t. When I pulled my hood down, it was as if I had a big nose, or large front teeth.”
I laugh. “Trust me, your horns are cooler than a big nose.”
“And then, over time, you smelled different,” he continues. “Sometimes, when you watched me, you smell aroused. I liked that even more than being normal. It made me feel… special. In a way that I had never been before.”
Warmth spread through my body, and I feel tears rise to the surface once again. I close my eyes and rest my head on him. Griffin’s arms encircle me.
“You humans make no sense,” says Beet through both our bracelets.
I laugh. Months ago, she was the one who asked me why Griffin had allowed me to walk into his life. Now we have our answer.
