The Prince’s Unwilling mate by Mutya

155 Ayla
I regretted the text as soon as I sent it. The past three and a half weeks after waking up from my coma Griff has been amazing. We have
slowly been getting back into the swing of it. And we are spending every weekend together. He still brings me coffee in bed every morning and he is the most supportive mate I could ever ask for.
I love working and training with Isabella and both my therapy and physical therapy have been very helpful. The only thing missing is being intimate with my mate. And it is not like I haven’t initiated things either. He just always stops at a kiss. The weird thing is I can. smell and feel his arousal. Maybe it is not that he isn’t attracted to me any longer. Since his body seems to respond.
All I know is that I should have just asked him about it. Instead of sending him a passive-aggressive text. The fact that I told him I loved. him in the same text doesn’t make a lot of difference. Feeling guilty I get up, I will just go over to him and apolo…
But before I got out of my seat the door to my office slammed open. Without a word, Griffin turns around and locks the door. Before making his way over to me in big strides.
“Don’t ever tell me I do not want to be able to mindlink with you. Do you know how scared I was to never hear that beautiful voice of yours in my mind ever?” He growls.
And I don’t think I have ever seen him so mad. I start to apologize but he cuts me off by pulling me closer to him and slamming his lips on mine. One hand is wrapped in my hair so I can’t move. Not that I wanted to, I melt into him kissing him back, opening my mouth to give him access. Which he eagerly takes, his kiss is domineering and
shatter.

Shatter into a thousand needy pieces.
Thank the Moon Goddess though this time when he breaks the kiss because we both need to breathe, he rests his forehead against mine. The initial anger and passion are now replaced by something tender.
“I know we need to talk but I need you, I’ve been fighting how much I still need you, how much I still want you. How much I crave to see my name etched on your skin so much. That now I finally realize you want the same thing I don’t want to waste my time talking unless you need me to” His breathing still comes out chopped.
As if he is still out of breath, but I don’t if that is because of the heat of the situation we are in now. Or because of the kiss. And it’s no big deal, he wants me like I want him. He never stopped wanting me, we have shown we are not always the best at talking.
“I want to be yours in every Griff” I breathe out, hoping we can just sk ip to showing each other instead of telling.
I hop on the desk pulling him closer, but he steps back and for at second I am confused. Until he tells me;
“We’re not doing this here, Darling” Before picking me up in bridal style and walking me towards the door.
I know I am forgetting something, but my mind is so hazy with lust. My body is on edge craving his touch and I cannot form any coherent thought. Not until we, Griffin steps outside the office, still carrying me. And we come face to face with Isabella. Sh it, I had a meeting with her, she was going to go over some of the systems she has in place ast the Queen to keep track of the packs and what is going on.
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“Sorry, Mom, Ayla and I need the rest of the weekend off” Griff winks at her, not caring about the fact that it is his mother who will know what is going on.
“No, problem this seems to be more important” She giggles, letting us know that she actually does know what we are about to do.
Wolves, in general, are pretty open about mating, but Griff seems extra careless today. Like he was just desperate to finally make love to me again, to finally mark me. He just strode to our chambers, opened the front door, and walked up to the bed where he gently laid me down.
Only to rush out of his clothes so much that he ripped his T-shirt. It made me giggle but seeing Griffin getting undressed, his erection straining against his jeans. Smelling the heady scent of his arousal had me struggle to get out of my clothes as soon as I could, too.
My scars had been healing, and I had been putting on a little of the weight I lost, but my body still wasn’t like it used to be before. The way Griffin’s eyes roamed over my body, his eyes shifting color showing me Conan wanted to take control, made me feel so wanted and se xy. It made me want to take control and make Griffin feel just how much I wanted him to.
So I slid to the edge of the bed just as he took a step closer to get into bed with me. I traced my nails over his hard, toned stomach, eliciting a deep grunt from him. Seeing his body quiver as my nails drew closer. Until I took him in my mouth, without hesitation, without a warning. Enjoying the control I had over him now.