Grif (Tales of the Were - Redstone Clan) by Bianca D'Arc

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    “You’re beautiful, Lindsey.” He nuzzled her neck as he pulled her closer in his arms, running his hands over her body. She realized he was hard as a rock behind her, his erection finding its way between her butt cheeks as if seeking her warmth.
    “Grif…” She knew she meant to say something important but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember what it was when his hand skimmed down to tease between her legs.
    “Mmm. I like the way you say my name, sweetheart. I’ve waited weeks to hear that tone from you.”
    “Weeks?” she squeaked as he stroked her clit.
    He nodded behind her, rasping his stubbled cheek against the soft skin of her nape. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you in the diner.”
    “Hey, you two!” Belinda’s sweet voice piped from behind the closed door. “Are you going to sleep all day?”
    He growled as Lindsey stiffened and tried to pull away. “Saved by the munchkin,” he mused as he let her go. “All right, we have things to talk about. But later, you’re mine.” His eyes held the light of promise as she tugged the sheet with her, wrapping it toga-style around her.
    “We’ll see about that, Grif.”
    He towered over her as he stood, naked and hard, and oh-so-delicious.
    “Yes, we will.”
     
    Belinda was ecstatic about the change in Lindsey. The little girl was more animated than she’d ever seen her when they joined her in the state of the art kitchen. As Lindsey saw the array of cereals littered about the table, she suddenly realized she was ravenous.
    “I can make some eggs or pancakes if you’ll show me where the frying pan is.”
    Belinda’s eyes lit up. “Can you do sunny side up eggs? Grif always breaks the yolks.”
    Lindsey smiled. “I won’t break the yolks if you don’t want me to, okay?”
    “Can you show me how?”
    “You bet.” She looked over at the silent man who stood in the doorway to the kitchen. “If your brother doesn’t mind.”
    Grif’s smile was intense. “Make yourself at home, Lindsey.”
    He padded over to the refrigerator and took out the things she’d need while Belinda showed her where the frying pan was. Together, the three of them made a huge breakfast of eggs, bacon, pancakes and more, laughing often as they collided in the small space around the stove.
    Though Grif was doing it deliberately, she well knew. He crowded her, ‘showing’ her how to flip the pancakes just right by moving behind her and taking her hand in his over the handle of the pan. She giggled like Belinda when he tickled both their tummies, but the swipe of his hand across her butt where Belinda couldn’t see, made her shiver.
    She was wearing one of his shirts and a pair of old sweatpants that had a drawstring keeping the baggy things up around her waist. She looked like a ragamuffin, but she felt surprisingly good after the ordeal of the night before.
    “One of the benefits of being a shifter is increased metabolism,” Grif explained as they sat at the table, consuming huge piles of food. “We use a lot of energy to shift and of course, all the physical activity we get into when we roam.”
    “So you’re saying I can actually have desert and not have it go straight to my hips?” Lindsey chuckled. “I think I’m gonna like this.”
    Grif put down his fork and just watched her. “You really had no idea this was going to happen, did you?”
    Lindsey paused and met his gaze. “I thought I was ready for anything when I started the ceremony last night, but I hadn’t contemplated this result. Grandpa told me that the balance had to be restored, but I guessed that in the worst case scenario, I’d have to give my life in exchange.”
    “You thought you would die and you still did it anyway?” Grif sounded upset, but she didn’t quite understand why.
    “It was a matter of honor. I’d made a promise to my grandfather. And yes, if that’s what was necessary, I was ready to leave this world, but was hoping there’d be some