The scream must have roused Griffin from his slumber because the Beast staggered back as though he’d taken a punch to the gut. Without hesitating, Violet scrambled away with her heart hammering in her chest. She loved every version of Griffin, but if he took her in that form, he was going to shatter her into pieces. Literally.
The Beast let out a guttural groan, his body trembling violently as though he was wrestling something from within. He stumbled like a drunk, shaking his head and thrashing, and Violet had to dive for safety, scared he might stomp over her in the process.
From her hiding spot, she watched in stunned silence as his massive body began to shrink until he was back to his normal size. Griffin’s tall, six-foot-six frame collapsed to the ground, his chest rising and falling in labored gasps. Hosting the Beast always drained the life out of him.
"Griffin!" Violet ran to his side, dropping to her knees. "Are you okay?" she asked, cupping his face.
His eyes fluttered open to look at her. "Mate," he whispered hoarsely.
Violet froze, her heart stuttering in her chest. It wasn’t until now the gravity of that word hit her and she didn’t know what to say.
But Griffin smiled widely. He pushed himself up with determination and said again, more clearly this time, "You’re my mate."
Before Violet could respond, he moved and pinned her gently to the ground beneath him. His body hovered over hers, large and warm, and her breath caught. However, Violet hasn’t forgotten what happened with Asher and it made her hesitant to take things further.
"Griffin, I don’t think we should—" she started, even as she arched toward him.
Then their lips met and Violet knew at that moment, it was over. It was like a solar flare ignited between them. No longer blood, nor oxygen, but heat and wildfire run through her veins.
Griffin felt it too. She could tell by the way he clutched her tighter, kissed her deeper, as though he’d been waiting for this moment his entire life. They clawed at each other like they couldn’t get close enough, their bodies pressed flush.
They kissed with wild intensity, nipping voraciously at each other and Violet swore she tasted blood from where she’d bitten his lower lip. Then his tongue swept into her mouth and tangled with hers, licking, sucking, and devouring till they couldn’t breathe. Not that they needed air.
There was no room left for reason. All that mattered was touching one another and solidifying this intense pull between them.
Griffin didn’t bother undressing her, he tore the pajamas clean off her body like they were nothing more than a sweet wrapper. Violet gasped, a startled moan escaping her lips. The sheer savagery of it would have unnerved her on other days, but right now, it turned her on.
While Griffin shredded her clothes, Violet pressed frantic kisses across his chest, his shoulders, anywhere her lips could reach. Her fingers traced over his skin, worshipping the wild strength of him.
When he parted her thighs, she opened them wider without hesitation, welcoming him. His body covered hers, hot and heavy, his hardness burning against her slick folds. The heat between her legs pulsed with raw need, aching to be filled.
Then, with one powerful thrust, Griffin buried himself inside her. Violet cried out, her head snapping back. Even in this form, he was too thick and her body stretched painfully around him. But she didn’t ask him to stop. She couldn’t. The burn only fed the hunger and she wanted more.
Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
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