Chapter 30 Raven
RAVEN
My alpha is on his knees. He hooks my right leg over his shoulder.
My boot slips off, and he pauses to kiss the athletic tape wrapping my ankle before kissing a path up my inner thigh.
Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait longer than that.
My sensitive core throbs, aching for more.
His tongue licks and drags over my panties.
Like he’s so desperate he can’t even bother to take them off before tasting me.
Good alpha. The best alpha.
I throw my head back, eyes rolling up to the ceiling. He sucks me through the fabric, and I groan, a deep vibrating noise unlike any I’ve made before. The scent he erased finally breaks through, filling the air with sweetness as it mixes with my own.
I want to praise him, to tell him how good he’s doing, how good he feels, but the words won’t come. My head is light and fuzzy. And it’s hot. Why is it so hot?
I pull my crop top off and toss it away. Cool air hits my tight breasts, and I’m so glad I opted against a bra. I tweak one nipple while my other hand finds its way into my alpha’s hair. It’s just long enough for me to grip, perfect for holding.
I grind against his mouth, sparks shooting through my body. But it’s not enough. Whimpers and whines fill the air, and it takes me a disorienting moment to realize they’re coming from me.
My alpha grabs both sides of my panties and rips them clean off. I hiss as his tongue strikes flesh. He flicks the tip against my clit, and I lose all focus as an orgasm barrels through me.
“M-more,” I manage the second my pussy stops fluttering.
“You’re gonna kill me, omega.” He grabs the back of his shirt by the collar and lifts it over his head in one smooth motion, then drops it on the floor. Why is it so hot when guys do that?
I follow suit, wiggling out of my skirt. There’s too much separating us. Too much space. Too much fabric. I need him closer. Inside me. A part of me.
I lunge toward him, and he catches me, lifting me into his arms and staggering toward a bedroom as we kiss. He falls onto the bed with me on top of him. My lips don’t leave his as I fumble with his belt and shove down his pants. Not fast enough. I need him now.
When I go to remove his boxers, he stops me with a curse.
“Not those,” he says.
I shake my head, not understanding. I need it all gone. Need his skin and his scent, his knot and his bond. I grab the elastic band again.
“No, omega. Leave them on,” he barks.
I flinch, tears falling from my eyes.
“Oh, fuck, no, snowflake.” He wraps both arms around me and pulls me against his chest. “I want to… it’s just… Fuck, if I knot you, I’m gonna bond you.”
I nod against his sweat-slick skin. That’s what I want. His bond. Doesn’t he understand? “Bite. Bite. Please, alpha, bite.”
When he kisses me, his cheeks are damp. Is he crying too? His tongue tangles with mine, and all other thoughts flee. Only one thing remains. Him. His bite. His cock.
He positions me over the hard bulge beneath his boxer briefs, a leg on either side of his hips. “Use me, omega. Take whatever you want from me. I’m yours.”
Our mouths crash together, and I grind against his length, swollen nerves tingling with pleasure. He tugs my hair, his eyes locking on mine. Yes, this.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
My teeth ache as my pussy clenches around nothing. Pure need floods me with focus, and I lunge for his neck. He grips my face with one hand and pushes me back.
“God, I wish I could let you do that.” There’s a pained look on his face that I don’t like. Not one bit. “I want your mark more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I’m yours, omega. Just not yet.”
I don’t understand. If he wants this, and I want this, then why can’t we have it?
His hips buck up, hard length sliding against my clit, detonating me into a million pieces before I have time to feel his rejection. His hand is still over my mouth when I open it to gasp. The tender skin between his thumb and forefinger slips between my lips, and I bite.