Griffith X Reader Novels & Stories

Charlotte clung to his neck, leaning against his shoulder, as if she might breathe her last breath at any moment. Sigh. Her body bounced violently with his every step. Why did he have to walk so fast? There were so many extras behind her, and they could hardly keep up. She sighed. Griffith had a keen sense of smell, and even though there wasn't much blood, he could clearly distinguish that it was real blood. He turned his head to look at the person in his arms, and the image of her lying on the ground and the memory of someone lying in a pool of blood came to mind.

my eyes widen and I do what he says, I slowly take off what's left of my clothes, I walk to the bed and get on, he does own and follows me, sits on top of me and blurts out “Now, if you don't want this to end badly... don't fight okay?...” he says caressing my cheek and without preamble or warning he introduces himself inside me, forcefully, holding my legs open to have good access to me and with strong, hard and precise movements, he lunges at me again and again, I close my eyes and start thinking about my brothers, about how much fun it was to be with them, laughing by their side, I think about mom and that delicious chocolate cake what he usually does for us, I try to think of good things

His fingers twist against the spot that drives me wild, drawing my orgasm out. When he stands, he takes off the rest of his clothing. His chiseled body is bare in front of me, sending waves of lust through my body. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anybody else the way I want him. I swallow hard as Griffin strokes his cock from base to tip, his thumb drifting over the head with each pass. My gaze is fixed on his cock as he runs his other hand up my thigh. “Tell me you want this, Cora.” “Griff… please…” My breath becomes deeper in anticipation of what’s to come.

“Have you never talked about anything like this with your ex-girlfriends, Griff? She could be reminding you about your own fantasies. You know, like she should be the one with you…” “I can’t say I disagree. I don’t remember what she likes and where she wants to go.” Gryphon only snorted as he scratched his head again. “She gave me three packages, though. It doesn’t seem like they have the same theme… aside from them being island tours. Why don’t you take a look?”

he growled lowly staring me intensely in the eyes and I knew he was dead serious. I don't know if I was more scared or anxious. Xander had ruined me. "Why now?" I asked in a low voice and he grinned like a true villain before a long awaited feast. "You can't start something you aren't willing to finish now are you?" he said and entered me in one go without warning stretching my walls to accommodate all of him at once forcing my mouth to form a solid "oh". When did I start this? Oh right. Stupid stupid Elle. You just had to run your hands on him while he was asleep when you knew of the possibility of morning wood didn't you?

He looked at the sheets. Claw marks. Deep enough to tear through fabric. He had not done that in years. Not since the first weeks after his mate's death, when the grief had nearly driven him feral. The wolf pressed forward. Jaxon. Elijah's breath caught. He had woken with Jaxon's name on his lips. He ran a hand through his hair, damp with sweat. His pulse hammered in his throat. The scent of rain and stone lingered in his nostrils as if Jaxon had been in the room with him.

Well, it's their choice" Mike replied. The man turned to me still chewing the gum in his mouth making me wonder were he got that from with the whole apocalypse. "What's your name?" He asked turning to Gary "I'm Gary and he's....." "Name's Richard" I said cutting him short the second time today. He looked questioningly at me I just stared back and gave him the whatever look. The man kept looking from Gary to me. What was he thinking? I asked myself. "Well, I'm Mr Bryan" he said. Gary offered his hand for a shake but he refuse to shake it. "No shaking of hands for now" he said "who knows if you're hiding a bite he added in disgust making me hate him immediately.

Alex complained, eyeing Jace. “ I'm just restless, I couldn't see Zara today. I just can't wait for tomorrow, I'll explain everything to her.” taking Alex's already brewed coffee. “ Yeah me neither, so I won't have to see all this.” “ Christ! Alex come see this” Jace increased the volume of the tv. “ Debbie Griffin, allegedly seen with multi billionaire Alexander Jefferson, picked up bridal style into his car. Rumors about her throwing her body publicly at him just for his wealth” The anchor said, pictures of the night he saved her displayed on the screen.

Griffith might be a bit pissed that I’d slipped out, but I was sure that he’d agree that it really was better this way. He wasn’t interested in me as a woman. He’d ignored me for years. The only reason he’d given me the time of day tonight was because I had evidently stumbled into some sort of undercover operation. God, I’d made a fool out of myself, practically swooning when he’d slid his fingers into my hair, the tug having my nipples going hard, and when he’d talked about how wet my panties would be, how much I loved being bared in public… I’d been unable to hold back a moan. To be honest, even his talk about spanking me… his fingers running across the buckle of his belt… all of that had