"Griffen, baby." I plead with a sultry tone, knowing full well this abused pu*sy can't take anymore, even though she screams otherwise. "Now is probably not a good time."
He frowns and for a moment I fear I'm screwed but then he chuckles. "I'm just joking." His chuckle comes much to my relief, yet strangely my dismay—why am I even disappointed? "I can tell he's already given you a good fu*king, though I'm pleasantly surprised you can even stand." His eyes flick to Clay then back to me. "It's either he went easy on you or, your body is already adapting, building remarkable resilience– which is a good thing because you've got three Alphas to keep up with."
His words send a chill down my spine and I'm not sure if I should be thrilled or terrified.
"Anyways," Grifden diverts his attentio
