Frantically licking the wounds closed occurs almost the instant my cock stops kicking. Ana giggles and wiggles and moans at each stroke encouraging my dick to stay stiff to please her once more. “I can go again, Tiny Toes.”
She links her fingers at the back of my neck encouraging mine to do the same right on top of the claw marks I’ve made. “Like right now?”
“Yup.”
“Down time isn’t needed?”
“No.”
“Is that like some dragon shit?”
Yes.
Her eyes suddenly become big and cartoonishly round. “Your lips didn’t move!”
“Nope.”
An excited expression cakes her face. “Holy fuck, am I like telepathic now?! Do I get superpowers and shit?!”
Light chuckles are leaked on a slow headshake. “Not quite, Tiny Toes. Yes, you get some special shit, but I wouldn’t go so far as to call you a telepath. You can hear me and Gold, and we can hear you. Fine print is, we have to be touching for it to occur.”
“You’re trying to tell me your dick is a microphone?”
Snickers seep into the air making her arrogantly smirk.
Funny.
She beams even brighter prior to mentally replying.
I’m fucking hilarious.
Yes.
Playful, unhappy huffs are given out loud. “I don’t need you two teaming up. You both give me plenty of reasons to be snacky separately. Together? Gene may never leave the kitchen again.”
Melodramatic.
“He is dramatic,” Ana snickers again, this time using her thumb to lovingly stroke my neck.
“Fuck you both very much.”
More laughs leave her prior to a rightful investigation beginning, “Why can I hear him now?”
Bonded.
“To both of you?”
Yes.
“What a hot three-way,” she salaciously teases and lightly swirls her hips. “You two ready to go another round?”
“All night long, Fated Mate.”
The corner of her lips tip upward. “More clawing?”
Gold and I growl in tandem. “If you want.”
“More biting?”
Yes.
I quickly clarify, “If you want, Tiny Toes. We live to please you.”
One finger slowly drags itself down the front of my chest, “You two better be prepared for me to please you too.”
Additional low rumbles spread through me, stiffening my cock to the point of pain.
Our mouths lunge toward one another only to be stopped by light knocking on the wall to the bathroom. “Master Draak-”
“Is unavailable until breakfast,” Ana answers for me, teeth tugging my bottom lip into her mouth for sucking.
“Your presence is requested by your eldest brother-”
Care is lost to the delightful sensations being delivered by my Fated Mate.
“As well as Sir Hutcherson.”
The name tears me out of the clutches of content.
Ana hits me with a slightly confused, slightly disapproving expression. “First an ex-girlfriend, now an ex-boyfriend?”
Her twinge of jealousy receives a loving ass squeeze. “No. It’s Griff.”
“Why doesn’t he just say that?”
“Gene can’t allow himself to be that level of informal.”
“It’s uncouth, Lady Draak,” he retorts from the unseen.
“If Griff and P are requesting me for a family meeting, it probably isn’t good.”
She nods her understanding.
“Can you handle the fucked-up shit they’re probably about to say, or would you rather stay here and have another bath while I attend it alone?”
There’s no missing the mixture of gratitude and relief in her gaze. “Count me in, Peanut Butter.”
We enter the library with his arm wrapped lovingly around my shoulder allowing me to somewhat rest against him.
Whatever this meeting is about I’m game for. I just hope it doesn’t take too fucking long.
Same.
Hearing Gold agree gets me giggling until my gaze lands on the same being that it did just hours ago when I entered.
Oh, great. She’s still fucking here.
Relax, Tiny Toes. Who has my necklace around her neck and my claw marks all down her back?
Heat begins to rise between my thighs causing an internal animal-like growl I’m guessing belongs to Gold.
Fuck me, Fated Mate. You really liked that shit, didn’t you?
Fuck yes.
A.D. poorly swallows his whimpers upon our arrival to the crowd that’s gathered at the long desk the griffin known as Griff continuously occupies.
He pulls his attention away from P and redirects it to me. “Ah, you must be the scream machine.” An open palm is extended my direction on an amused smirk. “Pleasure.”
We shake at the same time I coo, “It was.”
The creature who I’ve never officially met before now – something I feel is my Fated Mate’s doing – releases a surprisingly loud laugh followed by, “You, I like.”
Snarls instantly seep from A.D. as he holds me tighter.
“Gugger off,” Griff states on an irritated eyeroll. “I have no interest in what’s now on your plate forever any more than I did your leftovers.”
“Let’s move this along,” P commands in his authoritative tone that I believe is the only one he possesses. “The list of things I actually need to do continues to grow and playing The Griffin Games is nowhere on it.”
“You could really use a fating,” Griff good-naturedly taunts. “Like a good, long, hard fating.”
“Why is that not the f word I feel you want to be using?” Dae inquires from the seat she’s sitting in beside him.
“Because your neighborhood friendly Awaker senses are tingling,” he turns his poking to her.
“She’s preggers,” I promptly remind while allowing an evil grin to grow on my face. “Would you like to know how many women get away with murder on this side of The Fog when they’re growing a baby in their belly?” Fear looks like it might reach his eyes pushing me to add, “I’ve read articles. It’s high.”