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“Feels good?” he said, his voice lilting with a smile.

“More,” I cried.

With a happy groan, he ran his soft, wet tongue over my nub, down my slit and to my opening. “You taste so good.”

I panted, needing him to go faster, harder, but Griff seemed like he wanted to prolong the anticipation. Bucking my hips, I threaded my fingers through his hair and held him in position.

He laughed. “My alpha bitch knows what she wants.”

“Yes,” I said from between my bared teeth. “And I want it now.”

“Cathy.” He circled my clit with his tongue.

“Call me that again,” I whispered.

“Cathy?”

“Yes.” I hummed as he ran languid strokes that I felt across every nerve ending. My thighs trembled, but the rest of my body melted into the mattress.

Griff moaned and growled as he pleasured me to a frenzy, his tongue picking up speed to match my accelerating pulse. The sensations were so intense, I thrashed about, but he wrapped his arms around my thighs and held me down.

All I could do was lie there and take the ple