Chapter 39: Kali

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KALI

D azed, I rest my forehead against the cool rock and close my eyes. The strength of our connection has my head spinning.

I can feel him, both of them, their emotions and their desires. For the first time in my life, I know that someone other than my parents really wants me. More than wants me, he needs to possess me. I can feel a darker, more obsessive presence in my mind, balanced out by Griffin's calmer, steadier protectiveness.

It's a heady combination.

Just as my breathing calms, and I'm getting used to the sensation of Griffin's knot, the thick bulge stretching me wider than I thought possible, the sound of voices in the distance reaches my ears. Tensing up, I try to move but can't.

Relief replaces panic when I hear who it is: Ben. And Jack's with him. That evens up the numbers if Jed and his friends are still lurking nearby.

"Stay focussed on me, mate." Griffin growls, dragging his teeth over my mark, sending a shiver down my spine.

He's unhappy that my attention has strayed. He pulses his hips, and I whimper again, another mini wave of pleasure wracking my overwrought body and making me all too aware of my vulnerable predicament. Even as I pray for his knot to go down and free me, I can't stop the pitiful noises tumbling from my lips.

Griffin runs his fingers down the length of my spine, tracing over the goosebumps his touch creates. Every nerve is on high alert, waiting to see what he's going to do next. Griffin is easy to predict, but his beast could do anything.

My brain is overwhelmed, filled with fleeting glimpses of his thoughts and emotions, and the intense ecstasy reverberating back and forth across our partial bond. I want to pull away, cover myself up before the others come, but another part of me wants to be proud of this. If it weren't my cousin standing outside, I could see being okay with showing it off.

It's said our kind used to do public claimings. Maybe that's what I can blame for the pride I feel at being impaled on my new mate's cock.

I'm not the only one feeling like an exhibitionist. The pleasure Griffin feels at seeing me stretched around him, trapped here at his mercy, is breathtaking. His fingers trace the sensitive skin where our bodies are joined, and I hold my breath, clenching in anticipation.

"My beast's feeling calmer now," Griffin whispers, his tone almost taunting as he presses feather-light kisses on the back of my shoulder. "Maybe we should invite Jack down to have a look at the cave."

Whipping my head around to stare at him, the pace of my heartbeat picking up quickly, I tug on the knot, and both of us cry out as the movement causes more jolts of euphoria passing between us.

To say he's calmer is the understatement of the century. With his mate marked and still writhing on his knot, Griffin's beast is feeling smug.

"No. No, we can't!"

What if Jed arrives, and we're like this? Griffin won't be able to fight with me still impaled on his cock, and I definitely won't be able to run and hide. While I'm feeling suitably ashamed that Ben and Jack know what we're doing down here, Griffin is defiant, chuckling to himself, each tiny movement and vibration causing his cock to twitch inside me.

I moan, unable to stay quiet, even if I wanted to.

He presses his chest against my back once more and wraps his arm around my neck, holding me in a loose headlock, as he asserts his dominance.

Completely unable to move now, I whimper, needy and frustrated, despite already being more than taken care of.

Griffin smiles against my neck, thrusting shallow and slow, drawing out my torture by bringing me to the edge of another orgasm before backing away again.

My claws dig into the cave wall as his knot drags up and down inside me with every stroke of his hips. I open my mouth to speak, but Griffin sinks his teeth into my neck once more, and I cry out, all intelligent thoughts leaving my mind.

With one last thrust, I'm coming again, aware of the copious fluids dripping from me as my body gives away how much I love this.

"Griffin," I mumble. "It's too much." One hand comes up to grip his forearm, but he keeps his clamped across my chest, just below my neck.

"You can do it, baby," he says, steadily stroking into me, each slow but forceful thrust bottoming out before he retreats as far as his knot will allow it. "And then I'm going to get you the hell out of here, little mate. I want you all to myself."

I nod, with a small frown, and clench around him again, loving the idea of going home to my own bed and my own family. With Griffin part of that now. "Yes, yes. Oh fuck, Griffin. I need it. Give it to me."

Compared to the frantic build up earlier, this pace is languid. Each movement builds on the tension inside me created by the one before, pushing me higher and higher. Griffin's pace quickens, and his thrusts become more vigorous and less evenly paced.

He's losing control. I love it.

"My mate," he whispers. "My beautiful mate, taking my knot like a good fucking girl."

I practically purr, melting even further into him, feeling a strange jolt of excitement when the headlock he has me in, tightens ever so slightly.

He has me right where he wants me.

Giving me a few final thrusts, hard and glorious, I come around Griffin with a dizzying shout, jet after jet of thick creamy cum shooting into my greedy pussy. It keeps coming until streams of white ooze past his knot and down my already slick thighs.

A few minutes pass, Griffin holding me close and dusting soft kisses along my shoulder. He nuzzles my neck and whispers sweet nothings that my addled brain can't seem to focus on.

All I can process is the warm, fuzzy feeling all over my body, and the adoration shining from the man at my back. He might be more beast than Griffin right now, but he still loves me.

With a disappointed sigh, Griffin steps back, his knot deflated enough for us to separate at last. His cock slips from me, copious amounts of our combined fluids slipping from my body and splashing onto the smooth rock beneath our feet.

Ordinarily, I'd also be devastated not to just be lounging around at home, with hours to waste in bed, but there is still a threat looming.

"We'll just stay up here all night while you finish then, shall we?" Jack shouts from the ledge above, before walking off again, muttering to himself.

Ignoring Jack's irritation, Griffin wraps me up in his arms and presses kiss after kiss where he bit me.

"Does it hurt?" His lips brush the spot carefully, while his hands stroke up and down my arms. The change in his tone is telling. The beast kept his word.

"You're back." Smiling, I twist around and stare up at him, getting lost in the dark brown pools. "It doesn't hurt. Actually, it feels amazing."

Griffin's brows are knitted together, unconvinced.

"I'll give you one of your own later, then you'll know I'm not lying."

The rumbling vibration in his chest tells me Griffin likes that idea.

Resting my forehead against his chest, I savour this moment of peace in the middle of all the chaos. I'm mated. Griffin's here. Both of them are. We're safe.

"Go. Find out what's going on." I order as I hear Ben and Jack's deep voices up above. "If we have the chance to leave now, we should take it."

Griffin hesitates, not wanting to leave me.

I pick up an old blanket and wrap it around myself like a toga.

"I'll get cleaned up a bit. Go. Talk to them. Let's get this straightened out and go home."