you know.
Diablo could sense that Griff was trying to pull himself together and then his deep soft voice came back over Diablo’s mind.
I never thought for a second you couldn’t handle yourself…or that you weren’t a good agent hon. But its protocol for goodness sake…every undercover agent has to have someone watching his back…and from the sounds of it your handler isn’t doing it.
Wondering how Griff might know anything about how the FBI works Diablo tried to focus on the hidden compliment instead. For some reason Griff’s approval was really important to him.
I know how to do my job Griff, even when it stinks so much I throw up…I grovel and then get the hell out of the situation.
You know you probably threw up at the thought of touching him. You claimed me so you are not going to be able to touch anyone else sexually again without feeling ill - didn’t you know that?
Diablo did know that, or at least strongly suspected it. He had been hoping that his agency training and force of will would overcome it enough to do the job he had to do. He thought about Georgio’s last words to him and felt his stomach churn again.
Well that’s going to make Saturday night real interesting then isn’t it?
Why Diablo? What is supposed to happen on Saturday night at the party? And don’t lie to me.
I wouldn’t lie to you Griff. I can’t you’re my mate. And no its n ot the party Griff, its afterwards. The mark…er…he has…er…decided… God Diablo did not want to share this.
Tell me. Not forceful words, just soft and commanding all at the same time. Diablo decided to just spit it out and deal with the consequences.
He has decided to fuck my virgin ass. He reckons he has waited long enough. He plans to do it after the party on Saturday.
NO! NO WAY! MINE! Griff’s roar bounced through Diablo’s head and he winced, feeling the headache returning.
It’s okay Griff. Calm down. It’s not like he hasn’t tried before and he hasn’t succeeded yet. Calm down god damn it.
Diablo was trying to calm Griff down but he wasn’t having a lot of luck. Griff was roaring in his head, a jumble of words including sentiments like I will kill him and more frequently Mine.
Lying in his lonely bed , miles from his lover Diablo waited for the storm to pass. He totally understood how Griff felt but he couldn’t lie to the man he had claimed. In a way Griff’s possessiveness was really soothing, even if it was a bit loud. It felt good to know that he was wanted that badly by another person. Someone who was big and strong enough to kill a threat, but who was kind and gentle in his passion. This same person who would be in his life forever. Even though the circumstances were not ideal right this minute Diablo knew he had made the right decision to claim Griff as his own. He set his mind to remembering what it had felt like to sleep in Griff’s arms and how safe and absolutely perfect that feeling was.
Slowly Diablo’s thoughts started to have an impact on Griff’s ranting and he felt Griff calm down. Growly but calming down.
Look Griff, this mark is not the first one who has tried to take me, but he will be the last okay?
I don’t think that ’s making me feel any better.
As far as I am concerned this job is finished. My last appearance is the party. If he comes on too strong after that then I will shift and chew the bastard’s throat out. I am a big bloody cat you know. Does that make you feel any better?
A little bit.
I don’t want to have to kill him you understand. I have worked for a long time to get enough intel on him to put him and a lot of other people away for life but the only one who gets my virgin ass it is you. Okay, no one else.
You really have a virgin ass? Back on his bed in Cloverleah Griff was stunned and more than a little pleased. He had a wicked grin on his face. Probably not appropriate, but hey Diablo couldn’t see him.
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Diablo could sense that Griff was trying to pull himself together and then his deep soft voice came back over Diablo’s mind.
I never thought for a second you couldn’t handle yourself…or that you weren’t a good agent hon. But its protocol for goodness sake…every undercover agent has to have someone watching his back…and from the sounds of it your handler isn’t doing it.
Wondering how Griff might know anything about how the FBI works Diablo tried to focus on the hidden compliment instead. For some reason Griff’s approval was really important to him.
I know how to do my job Griff, even when it stinks so much I throw up…I grovel and then get the hell out of the situation.
You know you probably threw up at the thought of touching him. You claimed me so you are not going to be able to touch anyone else sexually again without feeling ill - didn’t you know that?
Diablo did know that, or at least strongly suspected it. He had been hoping that his agency training and force of will would overcome it enough to do the job he had to do. He thought about Georgio’s last words to him and felt his stomach churn again.
Well that’s going to make Saturday night real interesting then isn’t it?
Why Diablo? What is supposed to happen on Saturday night at the party? And don’t lie to me.
I wouldn’t lie to you Griff. I can’t you’re my mate. And no its n ot the party Griff, its afterwards. The mark…er…he has…er…decided… God Diablo did not want to share this.
Tell me. Not forceful words, just soft and commanding all at the same time. Diablo decided to just spit it out and deal with the consequences.
He has decided to fuck my virgin ass. He reckons he has waited long enough. He plans to do it after the party on Saturday.
NO! NO WAY! MINE! Griff’s roar bounced through Diablo’s head and he winced, feeling the headache returning.
It’s okay Griff. Calm down. It’s not like he hasn’t tried before and he hasn’t succeeded yet. Calm down god damn it.
Diablo was trying to calm Griff down but he wasn’t having a lot of luck. Griff was roaring in his head, a jumble of words including sentiments like I will kill him and more frequently Mine.
Lying in his lonely bed , miles from his lover Diablo waited for the storm to pass. He totally understood how Griff felt but he couldn’t lie to the man he had claimed. In a way Griff’s possessiveness was really soothing, even if it was a bit loud. It felt good to know that he was wanted that badly by another person. Someone who was big and strong enough to kill a threat, but who was kind and gentle in his passion. This same person who would be in his life forever. Even though the circumstances were not ideal right this minute Diablo knew he had made the right decision to claim Griff as his own. He set his mind to remembering what it had felt like to sleep in Griff’s arms and how safe and absolutely perfect that feeling was.
Slowly Diablo’s thoughts started to have an impact on Griff’s ranting and he felt Griff calm down. Growly but calming down.
Look Griff, this mark is not the first one who has tried to take me, but he will be the last okay?
I don’t think that ’s making me feel any better.
As far as I am concerned this job is finished. My last appearance is the party. If he comes on too strong after that then I will shift and chew the bastard’s throat out. I am a big bloody cat you know. Does that make you feel any better?
A little bit.
I don’t want to have to kill him you understand. I have worked for a long time to get enough intel on him to put him and a lot of other people away for life but the only one who gets my virgin ass it is you. Okay, no one else.
You really have a virgin ass? Back on his bed in Cloverleah Griff was stunned and more than a little pleased. He had a wicked grin on his face. Probably not appropriate, but hey Diablo couldn’t see him.
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