SWNOVELS Chapter 22 🔥
IVY
I don’t know how long I cried for. The loss I feel is so much, I don’t think I could survive it without Griff. Hearing him say those words to me made me feel like I can get through this and he’ll be there for me. I never thought it possible, but Griffin is really showing his true nature, I think. The self important, perfectionist is really starting to look like a front. I can only wonder why. This side I see of him is so much better. Why hide it at all?
My head and heart hurt so much, I didn’t think I’d be able to relax at all, but somehow, I managed to sleep. When I woke, it was barely dawn.
My eye opened to the faint light in the room. Griffin still has me caged and I sigh a quiet breath of relief. I stretch my arms and turn around in my spot to face him. A small smile tugs at my lips as I get comfortable again and see he's awake, too.
His eyes are slits and he has a smile similar to mine on his groggy face. His drowsy eyes look me over. I reach up and move a curl from his face. Everything he said to me last night, played in my mind. I find it hard to believe that he could love me through all this, but I’m so glad he does. I just hope he really is being true and it’s not just my heart that wants it to be. It’s hard to trust with my family history. Men leave so easily and I’m really afraid of the apparent curse on our women.
I push the thoughts away and gently run a finger down the bridge of his nose. He closes his eyes and I smile even more at how beautiful he looks.
“How do you say ‘I love you forever?’” I whisper as I trace his scruffy jawline.
His smile gets bigger. “Ya just did, love.”
“In Gaelic, goofy!” I chuckle and give him a little shove.
He lets out a sleepy laugh then cuddles me into him. He looks into my eyes with this almost heavenly, desire filled look. “Beidh grá agam duit go brách.” He whispers.
I laugh and shake my head on the pillow. “I can’t pronounce that.”
“Aye. It’s a language for a skilled tongue, best be sure. We'll practice. I'll have ya speaking Irish in no time.” I giggle as he leans to me. “I mean it though.”
I pause for a moment then lock with his gaze. “I do, too. I love you, Griff. So much that it terrifies me.”
“I ain’t going anywhere, lassie. Eternal means just that. Whatever happened to Misses in the past, it’s not happening here, Ivy. I promise you that. Don’t ever think I will.” He strokes my cheek as he pours out his words of love and care.
“Even when I’m old and grey and not beautiful anymore?” I chew my lip at my question.
“Love, you could be a downtrodden hag and I’ll still hold the same love for you as I do right now. If this is what I think it is, I told ya, I take that so damn seriously. I don’t care if ya rip and tear at me soul, that mark I put on yer shoulder is what will bond me to you forever. Never to be broken. Never.” He reassures.
I lick my lips, watch my fingers play with his gold chain around his neck then I raise my eyes to him. “I trust you. I'd never do those things you said, by the way.” I chuckle.
He smiles and leans close. “I certainly hope not. I’m far too delicate for that kinda treatment.” He grins and I laugh.
He pulls me into a hug then his lips find mine. He kisses me deep and passionately.
He rolls on top of me and I feel his manhood press against my thigh. He’s definitely awake.
“My beautiful Ivy girl.” He mumbles between kisses.
His knees spread my legs and I feel my middle heat up.
“My handsome Alpha.” I mumble back with a smile.
“Can I make love to my princess?” He kisses my nose and cheeks as his shaft slides up and down the apex of my thighs.
“Yes, my prince.” I whisper through a smile.
“I like that.” He chuckles then kisses me hard.
He slides a hand down my body and cups my pussy. His fingers find my slit and slide up and down, spreading the growing wetness.
“Mmm…so wet.” He purrs on my lips.
I softly moan as he kisses me and his fingertips rub circles around my clit.
His lips glide down my neck as his soft touch sends intense sensations up my spine. I feel my pussy drip with arousal and I raise my knees to his chest, moaning in his ear.
“God, I love how you sound.” He drawls as he rubs harder.
“Yes, Griff…”
He kisses me as his fingers rub my pussy faster.
My moans turn to soft screams as I feel my pussy tighten.
“That's it, love. Come for me.” He breathes between kisses.
My thighs shake as he increases his intensity.
“YES, GRIFF!”
I roll my head back and he bites my skin down to my breasts.
“GOD, YESS!!”
He presses harder and ups his assault as my climax grows and teeters over the edge.
He nips his way back up to my lips. I feel him fist his girth and line up.
“Yer coming on my cock, lass.” He smirks and shoves his entire length into my entrance.
“YESSSS!!”
I wrap my arms around his back and he hooks my leg over his arm. He pulls me up and thrusts his cock deep into my pussy.
“YES, GRIFF! HARDER!!”
He grunts out his strokes and hits my pussy deeper and harder. “Fuck, love…” He grinds.
He grabs my other leg as my nails dig into his back.
“YES!YES!...LIKE THAT…GOD, YESSS!!”
He thrusts faster and sits up. He watches my pussy take his all of cock. “So fucking sweet…goddamn…” He growls.
I sit up on my elbows as he places my calf on his shoulder. He leans down and kisses me as he increases his strokes.
“Ivy…fuck, you feel so good…” He stares into my eyes as I scream. “Come on my cock, love. Soak me.”
His power and words build my climax right back up and it crashes through. I feel my pussy clamp and his cock swells.
“Yes, Ivy!! Damn!” He growls as his thrusts go deeper into me.
“YESSSS!”
He lays down, fists my hair and places his forehead on my mine. “So tight…Oh my God!”
He kisses me and whines on my lips. “Ivy…I’m going off, love…”
His cock swells more and he growls and moans through our kiss. He slams his release into me and I scream into his lips.
He breaks the kiss and buries his head in my neck as he pounds out his last few strokes. He’s breathing heavy and I hold his head to me as I try to catch my own breath.
He raises his euphoria filled eyes to me. “You’re amazing.” He grins.
“Morning quickies are my specialty.” I tick my head and he smiles at me before breaking into a giggle fit.
He hugs me as we both laugh.
He kisses me and his phone rings. He breaks the kiss and turns to it. “Bollix. I was gonna make a next one.”
“It might be Finn.” I say.
“I know it is.” He groans as he gets up. He stands, picks up his phone and looks at it. “Lads got impeccable timing.” He puts it to his ear. “Yes, Finley…On our way.” He hangs up. “Azriels ready.”
I sit up. “Let’s go.”
We get dressed and pack a couple bags. As we leave, Griffin pulls out his phone.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Making some necessary calls. There’s some things we be needing, I’m sure.” He responds as he shuts the door to the room behind us.
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GRIFFIN
Finn told us to meet him by the south east side of the lake. It’s away from the clean up efforts and ensures that none of the citizens will be in danger should Alistair kick up a fuss, which I’m sure he will.
With Ivy in the back, I stand with the other Alphas as we wait for the diver to bring the rock to the surface.
At the edge, Azriel stands with Faith. Azriel is a curious one, for sure. Aye, his magic is sound, but the way he carries himself has one question his mental capacities.
I watch him walk around in a purple and pink striped suit, first of all. Who dresses like that? His long on top brown hair is swept back high up the head and has thick stripes of blonde in it. He has a wizards goatee and his blue eyes seem to suggest he lives in his own reality. A lot of his words confirm that.
“This is exciting! I’ve never had to repair a magical rock since the Crusades!” He smiles as he rubs his palms together in excitement.
Faith flips her blonde curls over her shoulder. “You were alive during the crusades?”
She is definitely Jake’s mother. You can see it. You can see her age, but she definitely is a stunner for auld mum. Her skin is fair with pink cheeks. Shoulder length curly, blonde hair and looks cracking in a long pant suit and white sleeveless shirt. I can see Azriels interest in the lady. She’s also a Shaman, I’m told. Which may be good should Azriel fail.
“Not me. My former life. But it’s all up here in my neat filing system of memories.” He taps his head.
“Former life? Reincarnation?” Faith questions.
“Precisely.” He grins. “We sorcerers have been using reincarnation for centuries to preserve our magic. We can control it and cut it off when necessary.”
“Wait.” Adam approaches him. “If you knew reincarnation existed and could control it, why didn’t you help me?”
“My boy, if I helped you with everything, you wouldn’t learn anything.” Azriel sighs, rolls his eyes and flops his hands to his sides.
Adam press his lips together and juts his chin out. “I didn’t have to die, did I?”
“No. Not really. It was Lefu whom needed to suffer. You could have just thrown the skull at him and run off.” Azriel crosses arms and raises his brow.
Adam nods and you could tell his anger is starting to rise. “I should kill you. I really should.”
“You learned a lesson didn’t you? That help is imperative and honesty is important?” Azriel looks him over.
“Oh, yeah. You’re dead.” Adam grits. His eyes glow green and he bares his fangs. His vamp lunges for him.
“WHOA!”
“ADAM, NO!”
Azriel jumps behind Faith who throws her arm up and lands a hand on Adams chest, holding him back.
“Adam!” Finn yells.
“What did I say?!” Azriel shouts.