Heat Haven (Heat Haven Omegaverse, #1)(13)
He arches an eyebrow, “Well, they’re idiots for messing things up with you.”
“Yeah, they missed the whole monogamous polyamory memo, apparently. It was not the best of breakups.”
Spinning myself around the bar stool, I try to figure out what direction to take this conversation. Now is not the time to talk about Dale putting his hands around my throat when I told him I was leaving his pack. I’ve never feared for my life more than I did in that moment. Immediately after the altercation, I packed all of my stuff and stayed at a hotel until I figured out what to do next. There’s no way I could have stayed with someone who cheats and puts their hands on me. We’ll just glance over this part of the story and get to the good parts.
“Anyway, I signed up for a nanny position, willing to move anywhere and well, now I’m here.”
“The situation sounds grim, but I’m glad you’re here,” he says. It makes my cheeks heat and I smile at him.
“I’m glad I’m here, too. As in, not just living in Boston but here at your house.” I motion my hands around his beautiful kitchen.
Griffin gets off his stool and swivels me so he can stand between my legs. Grabbing my jaw gently, he forces my chin up so that I’m looking at him. I stare into his light green eyes and he gives me a smile that shows off those sharp canines of his. I’ve never wanted an Alpha to bite me before. Being bonded is a major commitment, but I would be lying if I wasn’t thinking about it right now. Maybe just a nibble, not a bond mark.
Griffin leans in and grazes his teeth against my neck, and I shiver. He chuckles deviously at me, “You cold, sweetheart?”
“Mmm, a little bit.”
He removes his teeth and lips from my neck and takes a step back. I let out a noise of complaint and he just shakes his head and continues moving over to the fireplace. He flicks two switches on the right-hand side and the fireplace roars to life, sending a blast of heat into the room.
“That should help. Can’t have my girl getting cold, can we?” His girl? It must just be a phrase that he uses with women he sees, right? Maybe not. He said he was joining Heat Haven for direction, not just the sexual aspects.
He walks back over to where I’m sitting and peels my jacket off, one arm at a time. Once it's gone, he folds it in half and places it on an empty stool. Next, he looks down at my boots. Giving me a questioning look, I nod my head. Griffin gets down to his knees and unzips the side of each boot, tugging the left one off first. He kisses my instep and then does the same process with the other foot. Having this insanely sexy Alpha on their knees in front of me is definitely a tantalizing image I plan on storing in my mental spank bank.
Rising back to his full height once my boots are gone, he looks at my feet and so do I. I need to paint my toenails before my heat. They are looking busted. Griffin doesn’t seem to notice as he leans closer to me. One of Griffin's large hands lands on my thigh, while the other takes hold of my hair. Bringing his mouth to mine, he kisses me tenderly. I taste the red wine on his lips, yum. His tongue begs for entry and I open for him. The pressure of the kiss increases. His hand tightens on my thigh, kneading the muscle thoroughly.
Griffin slowly starts pushing the hem of my dress higher and higher towards the junction of my thighs. My arousal wafts through the kitchen. Griffin's pupils are blown wide as he flares his nostrils, inhaling the sweet scent.
He lets out a moan, a deep seductive noise that has me rubbing my thighs together for friction.
“Fuck, I forgot you weren’t wearing panties. I need to taste you again.”
With hurried hands, he grips the bottom of my dress and pulls it over my body. Once my dress is gone, he nuzzles my black lace covered breasts. Grabbing me by the hips, he places me on the island counter. The stark contrast of the cool countertop against my warm bottom makes me gasp.
With deft fingers, Griffin unclasps my bra and throws the garment on the floor next to my dress. Palming each breast with one of his hands, he takes a deep inhale of the skin by my collar bone before his skillful tongue reaches my nipple. He swirls the small bud with the tip of his tongue before sucking the entirety of my nipple in his mouth. A moan escapes my lips and I feel myself getting wetter. His island is going to be a mess.
Griffin removes his mouth from my breast and looks behind me, giving me a devious smile before grabbing something. He brings the object next to me. I quickly notice it's the rest of the cherry-misu cake. Placing his index finger in the box, he swipes a glob of the cream and cherry mixture and places it directly on my right nipple. Digging back into the cake, he adds another dollop on the other nipple and a line of cream down my stomach.
“Since I wasn’t able to taste any dessert yet, figured I could eat it off of you and then get to my real treat, yeah?”
He doesn’t let me respond. He just leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking off the sweet cherry goodness, happily following suit with my other nipple. Once my breasts are clean, his wide tongue does one long sweep down my stomach, rolling his tongue seductively along my belly button. This is totally the best dessert ever.
Thankfully, he doesn’t make me lie down on the cold counter. Grabbing my hips, he slides me to the absolute edge of the counter and falls to his knees.
“You can use my head and shoulders to stay up,” he says, before he promptly places his face right at my hot center.
My thighs rest on each side of his face, and my legs dangle across his back. His strong arms and hands wrap around each one of my thighs, holding me in place. The pressure of his fingers against my thigh makes me tingle. I place one hand behind me to support myself on the counter and the other in Griff's soft chestnut hair.