The Runaway Cat (Book 2 Cloverleah Pack Series) Read Online Free

started bucking at his fingers again he added the third, twisting his fingers until he felt Griff’s prostrate. As he fluttered a finger over the little nub, Griff’s ass came up off the bed and he groaned loudly and thrust again seeking a repeat of the sensation.
    “Come on cat, get on with it.”  Griff growled.
    Sitting up, Diablo grabbed more lube and applied it liberally over his own cock that was shaking so hard Diablo knew he wasn’t going to last long.  But damn he wanted to.  As he knelt between Griff’s thighs he nudged his cock against the hole, lining himself up perfectly, before he thrust in one strong fluid motion pushing the head of his cock through the resistant muscle in one go.  He felt Griff push out against him, grabbing with his muscles trying to pull Diablo in further.  When that didn’t work Griff half sat up, grabbing Diablo’s shoulders and pulling him down over his body.  The movement pulled Diablo’s cock deeper into Griff and Diablo gave one hard thrust to find he was fully encased.  Fuck Griff was tight, hot and absolutely fucking perfect.
    Diablo raised himself up on his arms, his hands placed on either side of Griff’s head, Griff’s hands now sitting on the top of his hip bones.  Diablo took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself before he started to pull out slowly until he was almost out.  Then he flexed his hips and thrust back in again Griff’s fingers digging into him as he tried to keep the movement slow.   Pulling back he repeated the motion, slow slides in and out.  Griff growled and Diablo grinned.
    “Stop being a bossy bottom wolf.”
    “Then pick the pace up cat and show me what you’ve got.” 
    Diablo grinned again and increased the pace slightly. Griff growled again and Diablo moved quicker. Supporting his weight on his hands Diablo started thrusting in, flexing his back and hips, harder and faster and he felt Griff’s approval as the man started to moan and thrust up to meet him.
    “God that feels so good.”  Griff drawled out his pleasure as he reached down and grabbed his own cock, the drags and tugs of his hand matching Diablo’s thrusts.  Together the two men rocked together in a frantic rhythm.  Words became gasps and moans.  Griff lost in the pleasure, Diablo fighting a need he had never had before that night.  To come hard and to bite. He wanted to claim this man. His cat was going ballistic. He felt his gums throbbing as his huge cat’s eye teeth became evident.  His cock was humming as he was so close to coming, his man was writhing, thrusting and moaning beneath him and there was nothing he could do to stop.  On and on it went harder and faster, until Diablo could stand it no more and with a loud cry he came, biting down on the corner of Griff’s neck as he did.  Griff shouted long and loud and came beneath him, his spunk coating them both as he did. Without thinking, Diablo retracted his teeth, licking gently over the wound as he did.  Then pulling out carefully, he collapsed on his side exhausted, sated and for some reason really, really happy.
    For a moment all the two men could do was lay there and regain their breath.  Then Griff reached over and turned Diablo onto his other side, pulling him with one big arm back into his embrace, Diablo’s back firm against the bigger man’s chest. It was still sticky but Diablo didn’t care.  Griff’s legs curled behind Diablo’s and he muttered something like, “Damn good pussy cat,” before dropping into a contented doze.
    Diablo lay there in the soft light as he worked out what he had done.  His cat was settled into a contented purr, his body felt really good despite the fact he was exhausted.  Fuck he didn’t need to work out what he had done.  Griff’s smell, his taste, his own huge attraction to the bigger man from the moment he saw him.  Griff was the mate he had never thought he would ever meet.  And he had claimed him, while Griff was drunk, in a bedroom above a