Chapter 588 Chapter 588
She looked over to see the door was wide open and huffed out a breath. “Don’t move.” Getting up, she ran out the door to the truck, sliding to a stop when she reached it. Closing the two doors, she patted her pocket for the keys. Locking it, she paused and looked around. Nothing in any direction but snow. Perfect. Her cat prodded her to get back in the house.
Running back in, she shut the door a little harder than necessary, but she didn’t care. Bending down, she undid her boots.
As she kicked the second one off, she looked over to see Griffin was still on the couch. He’d taken off his boots, jacket, and shirt. Her cat moved through her and something else—she was going to label it lust.
Yanking her jacket off, she tossed it toward the table and didn’t care if it made it or not.
Pulling her shirt over her head, she realized she’d never had sex when it wasn’t her cycle. That startled her, making her pause for a second. She couldn’t start thinking about that. She started to take off her bra.
“Leave it for now.” Griffin’s voice was so deep it didn’t even sound like him.
She looked down at him.
He shrugged one shoulder, “If I’m not supposed to touch you, stop tempting me.”
She smirked and walked toward him. “Tempting you?”
He held out his hand, and she found herself taking it. “Thirty-year-old virgin here—too much skin all at once will be an overload.”
She grinned and straddled him, “overload, huh?” He continued to hold her hand. The heat from his bare skin against her waist felt so good. She’d never paused to think of the feeling of skin on skin before and had to wonder if mating was full of other surprises she’d never thought about.
He put his hand behind her and pulled her tight into him. “Can I kiss you before I’m not allowed to touch you?”
She got lost in the way his eyes were changing and felt breathless. Her mate was a spirit bear. She sat there and looked at him, really looked at him. His hair was a mess, he had scruff from not shaving for the last few days and he looked perfect. He was no longer that clean-shaven, evenly parted hair man she had seen when she’d walked into Raymond’s cabin. “Yes.” She whispered and feathered her fingers through his hair.
His kiss was slow and gentle like he was tasting her. As he did, his fingers worked her braid out and she felt her hair fall around to curtain around their faces.
Her cat was content with this, so far, and she knew that was going to end shortly. It was as if she knew that he needed more time to explore her and take her breath and taste inside him. Blaise was surprised how he tasted like something she’d been looking for her all these years and had never been able to find.
He brushed his tongue against hers, and heat shot through her. Now her cat was right there. Before she did something unexpected like take a chunk out of his tongue, Blaise lifted her head and kissed her way down his jaw. He grasped her hair but didn’t pull or guide her head. She licked over his throat, and he growled. She knew the rules, no touching, but didn’t care about it. This was her choice, and he wasn’t doing anything to hurry her. She lifted her mouth from his skin, “I accept you as my mate, Griffin.” Just saying the words felt right; she knew she’d found something she hadn’t even been looking for. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth against his skin and felt her cat step up with the teeth just as she bit into him. The taste of his blood filled her mouth and never had something tasted as good as it did. Griffin gasped, and she felt his hand grip her hair tighter. He wasn’t trying to move her away; he was holding her closer. Releasing his flesh, she licked over it and then paused for a second to watch the blood roll down over his skin. Leaning down, she followed it with her tongue.
“I’m marked?” He was breathless.
“Mmm,” she licked up the blood.
“My turn.” He grasped her hips and stood up, taking her with him. She felt her back hit the couch, and his hands tugged at her jeans. Reaching down, she undid them and then lifted her hips so he could pull them off.
His movements weren’t desperate, and he looked into her eyes the whole time. When the jeans were off, he leaned down, grasped her bra, and ripped it apart. Her breath caught in her throat. Reaching, she undid his jeans. He stood up and got rid of them before she had a chance to help.
He knelt on the floor and leaned down to pull her head up. He claimed her mouth in a hard rough kiss, and Blaise felt like her insides were on fire. She moaned against his and found herself lifted in his arms until she was sitting up again. His mouth and hands seemed to be all over her at the same time.
She ran her hands through his hair and down over his back. She could feel the muscles beneath her touch and knew his bear was close. Jabbing her tongue into his mouth, she felt his sharp teeth and pulled her head back, breaking the kiss. “Mark me,” she was breathless, and her words were barely whispered, but he heard her.
“Do I have to say words?”
“I don’t care. Just bite me.” It came out as a growl, and she knew her animal was done waiting.
He moved closer and pulled her to the edge of the cushion, she could feel the tip of his erection resting against sensitive folds. She clamped her teeth together, so she wouldn’t rush him, but he needed to hurry up, or she was going to lose it.
His hot breath was against her throat as he brushed her hair out of the way. He gripped her hips and pulled her onto him at the same moment his bite pierced her skin. It felt like her body exploded in every direction.
When she tried to gain some leverage to move, he put his hand underneath her bottom and lifted her whole weight for her. His teeth were holding her in place still and she couldn’t have moved away if she wanted to. He may not have been raised with shifters, but the male possessive part of their specie was very much present. Her cat submitted and was loving it. Blaise held on, unable to process as she climbed higher with each movement of his body.
When he released her neck, she wanted to object, but she found herself on the couch again. He lifted her legs up and thrust into her, and she gasped. Later, when her brain returned, she would have to tell him that the other part he was worried about was not a problem.
Every time she thought she was going to crash over the edge, he changed speed or position, leaving her a quivering mess, unable to communicate that she was going to lose her mind any second. He lifted her again and they were on the floor now. She didn’t know how he was doing it, but he had his arm between her back and the hard floor.
She could taste the salty sweat on his skin, which drove her closer. When he started to suck on his bite mark, she lost all touch with her body. The screaming was her own, and she didn’t care if she had no voice for a week, it was worth it.
He tensed, and she clung to him, remembering through the fog of what he’d done and that this was his first time. His growl sent shivers through her, and she waited for him to collapse on her, but he didn’t. There was a three-second pause and then she was lifted up and found herself in his lap as he kept moving.
“I feel like purring.”
He chuckled, “can you? Purr?”
She frowned, “I don’t know, but I’m not going to.”
He grinned and pulled her closer. His mouth moved over her throat, and he pulled his head back. “I did it.”
Blaise gave him a blank look.
“The mark,” he rolled his eyes, “the other part too.”
She grabbed his hair and turned his head and then looked at the teeth marks on his neck. “You did the other part with excellence.”
He smirked, “Regrets?”
Lifting her head, she licked over her mark and was rewarded by him pulling her tight against him. “Only if you get all mushy.”
“Mmm,” he rested his face where her shoulder and neck met, “no mushy stuff, got it.”
Her phone buzzed, and she lifted her head trying to see where it was. Her pants were halfway across the room. “The op. I don’t know how much time we have left.”
Griffin released her and flipped to his back, “I’ll make coffee.”
She sat up and looked down at him lying there sprawled and naked, “first time I wish there was no op.” She blinked and got up before she changed her mind. Her whole body was still buzzing, and for the first time in her life, she felt a peace inside her.
“Hey, Blaise?”
She pulled the phone out of her pants, “yeah?”
“Can we try a bed or something softer next time?”
She looked at him, examining his knee, and grinned, “I didn’t flip us on the floor.” She looked at the phone. “We need to set up the laptop, Illias is calling in five with instructions.”
“We should probably go out and get the rest of the stuff then.”
Blaise looked at the door, her eyes wide. “This distracted brain better not be a permanent thing or I’m going to get grumpy.” She yanked on her jeans and looked around for her top.