MARISELLE STARED IN approval at Griffin’s broad shoulders and muscular chest. He wasn’t quite as tall as Aiden, but had an impressive and powerful frame. Wide awake now, and knowing that she was going to be sharing a bed with the man she’d been fantasizing about for ages, caused a stirring down below. She waited until he was under the covers and then scooted up close to him.
“Hold me?” she whispered, noticing him stiffen up. “I’m still frightened.”
He put his arm around her shoulders and was silent for a moment. “So, how was your walk in the courtyard?”
“Fine. Why, were you worried about me?” she asked in amusement.
“No. I was just curious.”
She closed her eyes. He sounded jealous, which was silly considering it had been his idea for Aiden to take her there in the first place.
“Did he try anything?” he asked, an edge to his voice.
She smiled to herself.
Yes, he was definitely jealous…
“We kissed.”
It took him awhile to answer. “And how did that go?”
“Do you really want to know?”
He let out an irritated breath. “No. I guess that I don’t.”
Mariselle put her hand on his bare chest, enjoying the feel of warm skin and hard muscles under her fingertips. She could actually feel his heartbeat pick up as she dragged her fingers back and forth.
Suddenly, Griffin grabbed her wrist. “Enough.”
She looked up into his eyes and smiled innocently. “What? I’m just touching you.”
“If you knew what it was doing to me, you’d stop.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t.”
He frowned.
“You can touch me if you want,” she whispered, aching for him to do something. Anything. She was so excited that she could feel the wetness between her legs.
Griffin swore under his breath. “Stop, Mariselle. You’re to lay with Aiden.”
“That’s not what he said.”
He raised his head and looked down at her. “What are you talking about?”
“He told me that he wants you to sire my child.”
“That’s not what we agreed upon,” he said firmly.
“Really? Because he was pretty adamant that it would be you,” she said. “Besides, I agree with him. It should be your child who is the next monarch.”
“As much as I’d like it to be so, it can’t.”
“Yes. I heard it all before. Because of the queen,” she said dryly. “Obviously, we know who the true ruler of your castle is, Your Majesty. Maybe the two of you should switch thrones?”
Griffin’s eyes turned to ice. “Shut up, Mariselle.”
His anger turned her on even more. “Make me.”
His mouth came crashing down on hers in a hard kiss filled with pent up lust. Her toes curled as his tongue thrust into her mouth, punishing her with a mixture of anger and desire.
GRIFFIN WAS OUT of control and knew that he should stop, but his cock was throbbing and she was practically begging for him to take her. Plus, Mariselle had really pissed him off. He wanted her to know that he didn’t cower to anyone, least of all the shrew he’d been forced to marry. He pulled her wrists above her head and slid his hand over her soft breasts, pinching her nipples through the chemise and making her gasp.
Pulling away from her mouth, he stared down at her, both of them panting. “Is this what you want?”
Her lips glistened from the moisture of their kiss. “Yes.”
He pushed the top of her chemise down and lowered his mouth, licking and sucking one pink nipple and then the other, while she moaned and writhed under him. Her breasts were beautiful and heavy in his hands, just as he imagined them to be.
Mariselle ran her own hands over his back and then moved to his chest. As her fingers skimmed to his lower abdomen, Griffin felt his cock lurch.
“You’re playing with fire,” he growled.
She touched the hard outline of his throbbing cock. “I like fire.”
Closing his eyes, he groaned and then grabbed the hem of her chemise. He pulled it above her hips and then wedged himself between her legs. “Are you a virgin?”
“Yes. I told you I was,” she replied, slipping her hand down his pants.
Feeling her fingers wrap around his throbbing cock, Griffin groaned in pleasure. He’d had his share of women, especially before marrying Georgina, and she certainly didn’t act like the kind of virgins he was used to. Admittedly, there’d only been a couple, but he’d had plenty of others who knew their way around a man’s body and the girl lying beneath him fit better into that category.
What if she’s lying about being a virgin?
There was only one way to find out and he was going to damn well going to.
38
AS MARISELLE STROKED Griffin’s cock, he buried his face in her neck. Closing her eyes, she wondered what it would feel like to have him inside of her. Her juices flowed just thinking about them joining as one, although she was also a little worried about it as well. She’d used her fingers to pleasure herself and couldn’t imagine fitting something so thick inside of her.
Griffin’s hand began doing some of his own exploring. First it was at the curve of her buttocks and then he moved lower. When his fingers reached the slick junction between her legs, she cried out in pleasure.
Groaning in the back of his throat, he rubbed her clit as she gasped, squirmed, and mewled under his touch. Having someone else touch her there was like nothing she’d ever experienced and it was causing a whirlwind of different sensations for Mariselle. Tension quickly build up inside of her as his fingers moved faster and became more demanding.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Come for me.”
Releasing Griffin’s cock, she fell back into the intensity of his fingers on her clit. All at once, her hips convulsed and she cried out as an orgasm exploded and rippled through her. Before she could fully process what was happening, Griffin pulled her legs around his hips and centered his cock on her opening. He rubbed it around her juices and then slowly pushed his way into her tightness, stretching her until she was digging her nails his back and gasping.
“You okay?” he whispered.
“I think so,” she said, feeling his cock throb inside of her.
His silvery-blue eyes searched hers. “Do you want to stop?”
“No.”
Looking relieved, he pulled out slightly and entered her again.
“More?” he asked.
She nodded.
Griffin leaned down and caught her nipple in his mouth. Teasing the nub, he pushed into her again and again picking up speed. She closed her eyes and held on as his thrusts ignited something deep inside of her that grew with each movement. Soon, nothing but hot, white pleasure coursed between them and Mariselle was begging him to go faster and harder.
“Who am I?” he growled, holding her gaze as he pounded into her.
“Griffin,” she panted.
“Who?!”
“The king. My king.”
“That’s right. Nobody rules me but… I rule you, don’t I?”
“Yes.”
“I take what I want, whenever I want. This pussy is mine now, isn’t it Mariselle?”
His dirty words set her blood on fire. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
“This pussy is yours…” she moaned. “My… king.”
“Are you going to come again for your king?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
GRIFFIN HAD NEVER been so turned on by a woman. Seeing her under him, her breasts shaking with each thrust, the twisted look of desire on her face, and the tight wetness surrounding his cock was nothing short of heaven. Suddenly, her body clenched around Griffin’s shaft, squeezing him past all control. She threw her head back and screamed out a second orgasm, sending them both over the edge. He exploded, crying out as his hot, seed filled her core.
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HECATE HAD TO admit, watching the two lovers have sex had gotten her own juices flowing. Griffin was definitely a fine specimen of a mortal man and if the other brothers were even half as virile and sexy, Mariselle was going to have her hands full.