Chapter 46 Foster
FOSTER
Iwake up with my omega in my arms and four men sleeping on the floor around the couch. I get it. If I had just bonded her, I wouldn’t want to be away from her either. As it is, I want to be as close to her as possible.
Orion’s the first to stir, stretching his arms over his head with a yawn that shows his back teeth.
He’s the shortest of the alphas, but that doesn’t take away from his physique.
His back arches so his shirt rides up, giving me a glimpse of toned abs and a defined Adonis belt.
A trail of black hair decorates his dark skin before disappearing below the waistband of his athletic shorts.
Since Tanner’s stretched half over Orion, he’s the next to wake, eyes immediately coming up to meet mine before dropping to where Raven’s spread across my chest. That panicked look he woke up with turns into something gentler, but no less wary.
Orion and Tanner stand up, give me a silent nod, and head to the bathroom together. Tanner told me last night that they have an early practice today before their game this afternoon. The one that will determine who takes bronze and who moves on for a chance at the gold.
Vann and Rhodes wake up once the shower starts.
Rhodes looks around like he’s not sure where he is for a minute, then gets up and walks off without a word.
Vann bounces over to the couch, and I tense, not knowing what to expect and not wanting him to wake Raven.
She doesn’t move as he kisses the top of her head before disappearing into one of the bedrooms.
I doze off again, content with my omega in my arms, until I hear the soft click of the door. I open my eyes just in time to see the four men file out of the room carrying their brooms and practice gear.
“Take care of her,” Orion says before closing the door behind them.
Raven adjusts in my arms, making a soft humming noise in her throat.
Her body wiggles against mine, scent blossoming into something much stronger than before.
I know she’s still taking her scent blockers, but it seems like they’re not working as well as they were before.
It probably has something to do with being around her scent matches and her messed up meds.
I still can’t understand how someone could switch them out, or who, but I have my suspicions.
Raven wiggles, shaking her little ass as she squirms higher so her nose is right against my throat. Her head shoots up, the dark center of her eyes wide open, like a lake I want to fall into. Her lips part.
“Irish Coffee,” she gasps. “Coffee and cream and whiskey.”
Guess the cat’s out of the bag.
“Mine,” she murmurs a second before our mouths meet.
Her lips are hot enough to burn, like she’s trying to sear this memory into me.
She gasps, and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue exploring every inch of her mouth the way I’ve longed to for days.
No, since the moment I saw her. I tried to lie to myself, but I knew, even then, this was inevitable. I’m hers.
She pulls back first, blinking and shaking her head. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was going to, but I didn’t want to add to everything you’re already dealing with.
” My throat tightens because there’s more to it than that.
I was scared to tell her. I planned to do it with a rational conversation after the Olympics once I wasn’t her bodyguard anymore.
But then her date with Orion went so well last night, and I may have irrationally, impulsively flushed all my scent blockers down the toilet in a jealous fit.
“Does this mean you’re done pushing me away?
” There’s a note of insecurity in her voice that I don’t like.
Is she really still uncertain about how I feel?
Even after yesterday in the doctor’s office?
Although, that was a heat spike, so maybe she just thinks I was helping her through it and nothing more.
“I probably shouldn’t have kissed you,” she says, trying to get up.
I lock my arms around her middle and hold her against me. “I never wanted to push you away, principessa.” I kiss her forehead, her cheek, her lips. “I never intend to do it again.”
“Good,” she half whines, half whimpers. “Because I want you.”
A sharp spike of cinnamon rends the air. She sits up, knees landing on either side of my hips as she pulls her shirt over her head. She’s not wearing a bra, and her sweet little breasts are peaked like lickable treats right in front of my face.
She rocks her hips against me, dragging her core along my stiff dick. A gush of slick soaks right through the leggings she’s wearing and dampens the sweatpants I threw on before she dragged me over here last night.
I press the back of my wrist to her forehead. She doesn’t feel feverish.
She giggles softly. “This isn’t a heat spike. I just… want you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” She stops rolling her hips against me and tucks her hair behind her ears. “But, um, I’ve never done this before.”
“Never?” I find that hard to believe. She’s gorgeous, kind, smart, funny. How has no one seen that before? Or maybe they have, but she just didn’t want them. That makes something primal and possessive swell inside me.
Raven draws circles on my chest with one finger, not meeting my eyes. “There’s never been much time for romance, and I… haven’t trusted alphas easily.”
I can’t help wondering if the three alphas who just left are part of that. I grit my teeth but try not to let that thought distract me.
Raven stills and looks up at me with those big beautiful eyes. “I trust you. I want it to be you.”
Fuck, she’s gonna kill me. A stronger man would walk away, or at the very least slow down, make sure she’s ready.
I thought I was a strong man, but I’m weak for my omega.
Something primal grips me knowing I’ll be her first. It’s antiquated, yeah, but my alpha is beating his chest anyway. I’m going to make this so good for her.
“I’ve got you, cucciola.” I flip us in one quick movement.
When her back hits the couch, I wrap my fingers around the waistband of her pants and pull them down along with her underwear.
Fuck, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
A naked, needy Raven is more than I can handle.
No wonder Orion couldn’t resist. My teeth throb with the need to sink into her, taste her blood and her bond.
Sweet, desperate noises leave Raven’s pink lips when I drag two fingers between her legs.
Sweat glistens on her skin making her look like she’s glowing.
I spread her thighs and smear her arousal around her pussy lips.
She’s so damn wet. She arches, pushing her hips up toward me, head thrown back as she lets out a low moan.
“More, Foster, please.” She grips her breasts, roughly squeezing and kneading the globes. “I need… I need…”
“I know what you need, omega.” I’m just not sure where to begin. I want to feast on every part of her. Before I can decide, sweet, meek, innocent little Raven is grabbing my cock and tugging me between her legs. I’ve never seen her demand what she wants like this, and I couldn’t be prouder of her.
“You want my cock, principessa? Is that what this greedy pussy needs?”
“Y-yes,” she moans. “Stop stalling. I’m nervous enough as it is.”
“Don’t worry, Raven. I’m gonna take good care of you.” I remove her hands from my cock and scoot down the couch so my face is between her thighs. “Just need to get you good and ready for me.”
I kiss and suck and lick her pussy, drowning in the slick that tastes like my favorite dessert, like sugar melting on my tongue, cinnamon adding a kick that’s so like her personality. Raven is sweet, but I know my cucciola has a naughty side.
I move my tongue to thrust in her greedy hole, and my sneaky omega tries to slip her fingers down to play with her clit. I rear back and push her hand away, then give her pussy a sharp slap. “Mine.”
She yelps, glaring at me, but before she can open her bratty mouth, I thrust two fingers into her tight, wet, channel in a brutal rhythm, squeezing her breast with the other hand.
“Some other time, I might let you show me how you touch yourself, what you like, but right now, I’m the one who’s gonna make you scream.
” I bring my fingers out and slap her wet clit again, making a squelching sound that’s obscene.
My cock jerks, desperate to get inside her.
I can already tell she’s gonna feel so good.
When I lean down and suck her clit into my mouth, she’s done for.
She comes, screaming my name, and it’s all I can do not to bite her right here and now. I might be able to stop my teeth, but I can’t stop my cock. I crawl up her body and line myself up, parting her labia with my tip. Our eyes lock, and I curse at the completely ravenous look on her face.
“Shit, condom?” I almost forgot.
She rocks her hips forward, sucking me in another centimeter. “I’ve got an implant. And I got tested before coming here.”
“Same,” I grunt, the word barely making it past my clenched teeth. Holding myself here just an inch inside her is torture. “If you want to see my results, I can.”
“I trust you. I want to feel you without anything between us.”
I don’t know everything about Raven’s past, but I know those words don’t come easily for her.
She might submit easily, but that’s a survival strategy.
She doesn’t trust. She doesn’t open herself up.
She isn’t vulnerable. But right now, for me, she is.
So beautifully unguarded, and I think I’m falling in love with her.
Rather than say the words that I know might scare her, I slowly sink all the way to the hilt, burrowing so deep I hope I reach her shielded heart. She sucks in a ragged breath. I pause, letting her adjust.
“I had no idea it would feel so… so…” She trails off, unable to explain. But she doesn’t need to.
“I know.” Kissing her forehead, I begin to move. Slow, steady, deep thrusts. I’m gonna make her feel so good, she’ll never want to leave me behind.
I’ve fucked women. Banged men. I’ve been the love ‘em and leave ‘em type. But this is different. This is raw, and beautiful. This is making love. I’m alpha enough to admit that. To embrace this wholeheartedly.
Raven writhes underneath me, her tight channel gripping me like a vise. Her hips meet my thrusts, and I hook her knee over my elbow before pushing it toward her chest. The new angle makes her eyes fly open.
“Oh, Foster, fuck!” She’s panting and cursing but doesn’t look away. I hold her gaze as she comes undone, seeing my future in her eyes.
A few more thrusts is all it takes for me to fall over the edge. I somehow remember not to thrust my knot deep inside her. As much as I want to, it’s a bit much for her first time. Instead I wrap my fist around it and squeeze rhythmically as I empty my seed in her fluttering cunt.
Breathing heavily, I bring my forehead down to meet hers. “Mine.” I breathe.
Raven smiles and agrees, “Yours.”