23. Raven
CHAPTER 23
Raven
I n the few minutes it took me to shower quickly and make my way down the hall to Diana's quarters, a million thoughts ran through my head. I'd been put on the spot by more than one person, but as irritated as I was with all of them, I knew they were right. It was long past time that Diana knew the truth. It hadn’t made it any easier for her to hear, though.
But towards the end, when she looked at me and asked me to meet her, there'd been a softness in her eyes I hadn't seen before. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but was it too much to hope that she'd finally resigned herself to the truth? That, while she didn't have to be with me, her life would be better if we were together? That, thoughts of me and what we could’ve had would hound her for all her days if we were apart? And now that she did know the truth, would she embrace it the way I did, or mourn it as she had the loss of her wolf?
Only one way to find out.
I rapped at her door softly, and she called for me to come in. When I stepped inside, I found her standing in the natural rock pool filled with water that took up the center of the room.
Her hair hung free down her back, and she was buck naked. I stared, motionless, as my hands flexed at my sides. Gods, she was beautiful…
“Care for a swim?” she asked, softly, stepping closer until the water only lapped at her hips. “It'd be like we came full circle, only this time, instead of you dragging me out, I'm dragging you in with me.”
I made quick work of my clothing, kicking it into a pile in the corner, and then stepping into the cool water. My pulse was like a drumbeat pounding in my head as I padded toward her. When I was just close enough to reach for her, she shook her head and nimbly stepped around me to press me back until I leaned against a large moss-covered boulder. Then, she dropped to her knees before me.
“Diana,” I rasped, caressing her face as she held my gaze. “Come back up here, I want to?—”
“Ah ah!” She pushed my hand away and laughed. “I'm still queen for at least another day, so give me one more moment, and then you can have it your way.”
With that, she tipped her head and flicked out her tongue as she leaned closer and nipped lightly at the swollen head of my cock.
I grunted and grasped at the moss-covered rock for purchase. Her tongue was molten hot as she sucked me in, and then I could think no more. All I could do was feel as she drew me deeper, so deep that I could sense the tender flesh at the back of her throat. And then she moaned, and the rumble shot straight through me.
“Fucking hell,” I ground out, sliding one hand into her hair for a long moment. I let her have her way, moving slowly at first, but then more quickly, she sucked me in and expelled me out, until her lips were barely touching me before drawing me deep again.
She was toying with me, and I fucking loved it. Soon, though, the need to flex my hips and pull her tighter, urge her faster, overtook me, and I fought it tooth and nail.
Let her take her fill, man.
But it was like she could read my mind as she set me free with a pop. I could feel the heat of her gaze burning into me as I looked down.
“Your turn, then, Mr. Impatient. Tell me what you want,” she whispered, and I could feel it. Using both hands to work my cock in a dizzying, sure rhythm, with her mouth just inches away, her warm breath washing over me. I could see the gleam of her fangs just peeking out from her upper lip, and the words broke free before I could stop them.
“I want you to take my blood while I come, and then I want to do the same to you.”
I looked away, biting back a curse under my breath. It was too soon for such declarations. She'd barely gotten her head around?—
“Yesss!” she hissed, cutting off my train of thought, even as she leaned closer to my thigh, her grip tightening. The strike was fast and sure as her fangs sank deep into my upper thigh.
The sensation was an electric shock that rocked me back on my heels, and I gripped a stone even harder to keep from toppling into the water. Our entire history flashed through my mind as she sucked hard and strong, taking my blood, filling me with a need so deep I could barely keep myself from howling with it.
“Yes, love,” I encouraged her, flexing my thigh muscles and arching into her bite. “Take what you need.”
She moaned, and I looked down to see a tiny droplet of blood trickle from the corner of her mouth. The sight was my undoing. She must have sensed it because her hand began to move more quickly in long, strong strokes.
“Yeah, that's it, Frostbite. Work that cock. Up and down, harder, harder. Keep sucking. Fuck yeah!”
I growled her name, my fingers tightening her in her hair as my balls drew tight, and I started to come. She leaned into it, pressing her chest against my cock as I spurted my hot seed onto her beautiful breasts. It felt like it went on forever…waves of pleasure crashing into one another, and then the sensation of her pleasure doubling down on mine as she shuddered and rocked, coming herself from the overload of sensations, the hot rush of blood in her mouth, the sight of me taking my pleasure.
“I need you inside me, Raven!”
In a flash, I swept her up into my arms, flipping her around and seating her on the rock. Her legs wrapped around my hips instantly, and I didn't wait, just thinking about what was to come.
“Now you,” she whispered, “drink from me.”
She tipped her head back, exposing her long, graceful neck for the taking. It was like a dream come true, a lifetime in the making. I didn't hesitate, striking in two spots at once as I let my fangs sink into her buttery flesh and impaled her on my cock, already rock hard once again and weeping to get inside her.
The taste of her alone would have done it. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to savor it as best I could, like honey and magic and heat in life all wrapped up into one. The power of it flowed through me, and I gripped her tighter as I pistoned my hips, working my cock in and out of her tight pussy over and over again.
The low keening in the back of her throat built up to a full scream as she came apart in my arms. I held on to her tight and flexed back before jutting in all the way, planting myself to the root and then rocking gently forward and back as she found her climax. She clamped so tight around me that I had to release her neck to let out a bark of pleasure as her own orgasm brought forth mine, and I exploded inside her in a hot rush.
I was still lost in the final throws when her legs slid away from me, and she slumped back against the mossy stone with a gasp.
“Ah, Raven, oh god, I love you, I love you. I have always loved you,” she whispered, reaching up weakly and pulling my face closer to hers to lap up a spot of blood on my lip before kissing me deeply, tongue to tongue.
She loved me.
Diana, Queen of Werewolves, my Frostbite and fated mate, loved me.
It was then that I knew we would win this war. We had to, because I wanted a lifetime with this woman within my grasp…
And there was no fucking way in the world I was letting it slip through my fingers.