Owning the Beast(18)

“It’s okay, you saved me,” I tried to assure him, I could hear the shakiness in my voice.

Slowly, he got to his feet with me still clinging onto him like a money and started barking orders at Logan.

“Call my lawyer. Get this shit cleaned up and I swear to f*cking—” I felt a tremor of pure unadulterated rage shake through his body. It was practically pouring off of him in waves. Peeking out from within his embrace, I took a glance around the room. Bodies littered the floor, blood slowly seeping out of the bodies, coloring the pristine white marble floor a crimson red. I could see many of Griffin’s helpers standing around, drawn by the commotion and gun shots, with looks of shock etched onto their faces.

Loosening my tight grip on Griffin a little, I leaned back slightly to look at him. Maybe I could try and calm him down a little. His hold on me tightened as I moved away and he let out an actual growl.

“Griffin,” I whispered, trying to get his attention on me. “Please get me out of here.”

Nodding, he turned and took the stairs two at a time. Stopping at the top, he commanded, “Logan, no one is to come into my room. I don’t give a f*ck who they are. I’ll be back shortly once I take care of my Bella.”

A grin came to my lips at his possessiveness. Making his way down the hallway, Griffin headed straight through our room towards the master bathroom and into the shower. I let out a slight scream when the icy, cold water hit me. Before I could protest, Griffin’s mouth was on mine, dominating me. His kiss was hard, consuming, and filled with so much need that I found myself matching his passion.

“I almost lost you,” he rasped in between kisses. “I can’t lose you, Angel. I’ve only just started to live. I can’t go back to the dark.”

“I’m here, Griffin. I’m not going anywhere. You’re not alone anymore. I’ll always be here with you.”

“I have to get you clean,” Griffins rambled on, as if talking to himself.

Dropping my feet to the ground, I started to unbutton his soaked shirt, sliding it off his shoulders before letting it hit the shower floor. Placing both his hands against the wall, towering over me and caging me in, his rapid breathing finally started to finally slow. I continued to undress the both of us until we were completely naked. Grabbing the soap, I washed and scrubbed away the remaining blood.

“I’m so sorry, Angel. I should have told you the truth about you not being mine. I just…I couldn’t. I—”

“You need me.” It wasn’t a question. Leaning forward, I traced the scars that ran up his body with my fingers. I heard him take in a sharp breath but did not say a word. I peppered kisses on them, stopping to drag my tongue along one. Rising to my tippy-toes, I took one of his nipples into my mouth and started to suckle gently. Nipping at it with my teeth before soothing it with a lick, he jerked back.

“Your biting fetish is quickly becoming a favorite thing of mine,” he whispered huskily. I could feel some of the tension leaving his body.

Releasing his nipple, I slowly made my descent down his stomach to his hip bone, kissing, sucking and biting on my way down until I was on my knees. Smiling up at him, I ran my tongue along his hard shaft which was standing at full attention. I took the head into my mouth, suckling him gently, and Griffin groaned, grabbing me by the upper arms and pulled me to my feet.

“I’m sorry, Angel, I don’t have any control right now and I’m afraid I’ll choke you. I need to be inside you now. Right now.”

“Take me, Griffin, I’m yours. All yours.”

Gripping me by my hips, Griffin turned me around to face the shower wall.

“Brace yourself, Angel.”

Grabbing ahold of the shower bar for leverage, he entered me hard and fast. The sharp pain of entry was swiftly washed away by the pleasure that followed.

Sliding one hand from my hip up to my breast, he used his thumb to tease my nipple until it was fully erect. Griffin placed wet bites on my shoulder and I knew I would be able to find marks there later.

“I wish I could say I’m sorry for being so rough but I’m going to f*ck you hard, thoroughly, and until you can’t walk because you are mine and I’ll do with you as is pleases me. You’re just so f*cking hot and tight. “ He grunted as he continued to thrust deep inside of me and I could feel him filling every inch of me. “I just need you. I need to know that you’re here. That no one can ever take you from me again.”

“Don’t stop,” I panted. “I can take you. Fill me with your cock, Griffin…with your cum. Give it all to me.”

“Fuck, I love it when my little Beauty talks dirty.”

“And I love when my husband-to-be f*cks me like a beast.” I moaned, my body tensing up as my orgasm approached.

Releasing my breast, Griffin slid his hand down to my *, spreading my lips and with one touch to my clit, my orgasm broke free and I screamed.

“Fuck! That’s it. Milk my cock, sweet Bella. Pull every drop deep into your *.” He grunted, filling me once again with his seed.

Lifting me back around, he held his forehead to mine, our breaths mingling intimately as we tried to calm our racing hearts. After a few moments, he grabbed a wash cloth and started to clean me up.

Pulling me out from the shower, Griffin dried me off, his touches lingering over my breasts and between my legs before scooping me up into his arms. Carrying me over our room, he placed me on the bed.