Epilogue One Raven
ONE YEAR LATER
Sadie’s not answering her phone. It feels like she’s always busy lately, and I really need her. My men are useless when it comes to picking out clothes. Every time I ask for their opinion, they say everything looks great and promptly undress me.
“Come on, pick up, pick up,” I say to the still-ringing phone. It goes straight to voicemail.
“You better be at the rink tonight, biotch.” That’s all I say before hanging up. She probably won’t even listen to the message. She rarely does.
“Need some help?” Rhodes knocks on the open doorframe.
He looks at the mess of clothes on the bed, a little tentative, waiting for me to tell him whether I want him there or not.
Even after all these months, he’s always so respectful and hesitant, but I always want my men with me.
And right now, he’s the best option, since he’s the least likely to get distracted by sex if I give him a fashion show.
Rhodes regularly joins in during group play, but in the last year since the Olympics we’ve never shared more than cuddles on our own.
“Please. I’d appreciate that.” I turn my back and point to the zipper on my dress. “Can you undo this so I can try on something else?”
“What’s wrong with this one?” Rhodes asks, walking over to me. His warmth seeps into my back as he peels down the zipper. “Omega Weekly had a piece about fall trends, even though it’s only August. This dress is super in style right now.”
“I love that you know that.” I laugh, sucking in a big lungful of air now that the dress is loose. The dress falls to my feet, and I turn around to face Rhodes. “It doesn’t matter if it’s in style if I can’t breathe in it.”
His keen blue eyes travel down my body. “Is this new?” He fingers the strap of my white lacy bra.
He’s barely brushing my skin, but it’s enough to make me shiver and swallow thickly. I want to be patient with Rhodes, but I’m so ready for more from my sweet beta. I nod, unable to form words.
He holds eye contact as his finger trails the edge of my bra down my cleavage.
My heart pounds, breath stuttering. “Rhodes… I…”
He smiles and steps back, looking me over with something more than appreciation. “I like it.”
“You’re supposed to be helping me pick something to wear.” I try for a reprimanding tone, but fail. If Rhodes told me he wanted me right now, I’d be on my knees in a heartbeat, and I think he knows it.
He smirks, then plops back on the bed with his ankles crossed and his hands behind his head. “Show me what you've got.”
The next thirty minutes pass in a slow tease of anticipation.
I try on outfit after outfit while Rhodes watches.
He doesn’t say much beyond the occasional tidbit about fashion or the history of silk or how polyester is made.
But I can feel through the bond when he particularly likes something, and I use that to guide me.
Even after I’ve decided what to wear, I keep trying things on, loving the attention from my shy beta. It’s not often that we get alone time like this.
As I’m shimmying out of a floor-length skirt, my phone buzzes with a text.
“Can you see who that is?” I ask, pulling another dress over my head and tugging it down. This one is probably too short for the event, but I like the way it shows off my legs.
Rhodes looks me over with a heated gaze before picking up my phone and reading the text. “Sadie’s asking if she can bring her trainer tonight.”
Weird. I thought she hated the guy. Still in my underwear, I take the phone from Rhodes.
There’s also a message apologizing for not answering and telling me to wear the red dress, which is what I was planning on after feeling Rhodes’ reaction to it.
I quickly type out an answer, letting her know it’s fine for her to bring a guest.
Still on the bed, Rhodes drags his hands up my legs and over my hips. “I’ve been thinking… could we, maybe… would you want…”
I bend over and put a finger over his lips, stopping his nervous half-questions. “Do you want to fuck me, Rhodes?”
He closes his eyes and inhales before letting it slowly out, then sits up on the side of the bed, pulling me between his spread legs. “I really do.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I kiss him, slow and sweet.
“It’s just… I’ve never…” He nervously twists the skirt of my dress between his fingers. “I mean, Vann has, but I’ve never.”
I think back to the times we’ve all done things and realize what he’s saying. “You always bottom.”
He nods, bringing his nose to rest on the lace covering my mound. Of all my men, I think he loves the taste of me the most, but he’s never been inside me. I didn’t feel like we were missing anything without it, but now that he’s offering, I suddenly want that more than anything.
I push him back so he’s reclining on the bed again, then slide my panties off. The way he flicks his tongue over his lips makes me smile.
I climb onto the bed and straddle his knees.
“Oh fuck, you want to ride me?”
In answer, I ease his athletic shorts down his legs. His cock isn’t fully hard when I take it in hand, but swells quickly under my gentle strokes.
“Is this okay?” I ask, eager to please him.
“A little harder, Rave. You’re not gonna break me.” He playfully bucks his hips into my hand. “I like it rough.”
“Oh, do you?” I add a little twist at the end of the next firm upward jerk, then lift on my knees, shuffling forward to position his tip at my entrance.
He stares at the area between my legs, entranced as I slowly lower myself onto him, lips parting and spreading around his length.
He’s not as big as my alphas, but he’s perfect. All mine.
“Fuck, you’re so warm and wet. Feels so good, Rave baby.”
He’s never called me that before, and my pussy flutters loving his praise and the intimacy of an endearment from Rhodes.
He’s not usually the type to give out nicknames or pet names.
I preen, arching my back to push my breasts forward as I slowly sink another inch, holding myself back, wanting to savor this.
Once he’s seated all the way to the hilt, I lay my palms on his chest and stay still for a moment. My insides clench as I bear down, squeezing him, then rock my hips, grinding.
“Fuck, shit, that’s—not like anything else. Do it again.” He grabs my hips in a bruising grip. “Ride me, Raven. Milk my cock with that pretty, uh, pretty p-pussy.”
Now it’s my turn to curse. Even if my beta is a little unsure with his words, it’s hot to hear him talk like that.
Sitting all the way up, I pinch my nipples and slide up and down his cock, rolling my hips on each downward drop.
His grip tightens even more, but he doesn’t take control, just clutches my hips like he needs something to hold on to.
He’s clenching his teeth the way he does when he’s focusing hard on something, like he’s trying to keep from coming.
Something mischievous inside me wants to play with him while he’s in this focused state, to tease and torment until he loses control, until his eyes roll back and he can’t focus on anything but pleasure.
“See how well you fill me, beta. Like you were made for me.” I drop one hand from my breasts to play with my clit, skimming his shaft with my fingertips each time I lift my hips.
“I’m gonna come so hard on this pretty beta cock.
Then you’re gonna give me every drop of your sweet cum.
Every. Single. Drop.” I emphasize each of the last words with a sharp thrust of my hips, riding him faster and faster.
“I’m gonna milk it all out of you until there’s nothing left, until my belly swells with your seed, and you’re a part of me forever. You want that, beta, don’t you?”
I don’t know where all these words are coming from. Orion and Foster’s filthy mouths must be rubbing off on me, ‘cause each word pours naturally from my lips, lighting a fire behind Rhode’s dark gaze.
“How did you know?” He uses his hold on my hips to flip us so he’s above me. I stare up at him, a little stunned by the sudden movement.
He lifts my legs, slamming into me with a fervor I’ve never seen from him. “Did you know how much I want to stuff you with my cum and breed you?”
I shake my head and fist the sheets, biting my lip as he pummels my g-spot over and over.
His hand drops to my lower belly. I can feel his cock pushing back against the warm weight of his palm. The pressure strengthens each thrust, nearly tipping me over the edge.
“I’m close…” I moan. “So close.”
“That’s it, squeeze my cock so I can give you my seed.”
The orgasm that rocks through me is a rippling wave, slow building at first until it floods every part of me, from the tip of my head to my curled toes.
“Fuck, Rave, fuck, fuck!” Rhodes slams home, holding still as his cock kicks against his palm, his climax going on and on. He keeps the bond wide open so I can feel every bit of it, extending my own release.
We collapse into a heap of limbs, breathing heavy. Rhodes’ cock slowly softens inside me, but he doesn’t pull out.
It takes a while before I’m able to think straight again, but when I can, I’m overcome with curiosity. “Do you really want to get me pregnant or was that just… you know?”
He averts his eyes and shrugs, the motion almost bashful.
But his cock twitches, swelling back up.
He lifts on one elbow, so we can look at each other.
“Someday, if you wanted to, I think I’d really love to have a family with you, Raven West.” He kisses my nose.
“But not yet.” He rolls to the side, sliding out of me.
His fingers immediately go to my pussy, plugging me back up and pushing his spend inside.
“My dick is definitely on board with knocking you up right fucking now. But the rest of me would like a little more time with just you and our pack.”
“I like that plan.” I kiss him, and he fingers me through another soft orgasm before the door swings open.
“Man, it was hard to give you two space,” Vann says, bounding into the room, “but Orion said I had to.”
Orion, Tanner, and Foster all come in behind him.
“Do you know what you’re wearing yet, snowflake?” Orion drops a kiss on my cheek.
None of them seem to mind that Rhodes still has his fingers inside me. To my surprise, my beta doesn’t seem to mind either. He lazily removes his fingers from my pussy and sucks them clean right in front of everyone.
“Fuck yeah.” Vann bounces onto the bed and kisses Rhodes, while Foster brings over a box of tissues for me.
Tanner glances at his phone. “We need to leave if we don’t want to be late.”
Rhodes goes to get dressed while Foster gives my thighs a thorough cleaning, using his tongue as much as the tissue.
He’s still licking when Orion slides my dress over my head.
I have no idea how he knew I’d picked the red one.
The bond doesn’t make it so we can read each other’s minds, but sometimes it feels like it.
Foster slips a finger inside me, and I groan. “You’re supposed to be cleaning me up, not making me more of a mess.”
He sucks hard on my clit before saying. “You taste like frozen snickerdoodles. It’s incredible.”
That would be Rhodes. Wonder what he’d think of Foster being so into his cum.
“We really need to leave,” I whimper, trying to resist the urge to stay right here with my men. Tonight is important, and I don’t want to be too late.
Orion wraps his arms around me from behind, supporting my weight.
Tanner combs his fingers through my hair then pulls it up into a loose twist with a silver clip.
Then, he kisses me, tugging my tongue into his mouth at the same time as Foster pulls my clit between his teeth.
The pleasure is so intense, I’d scream if I was able.
“Give us one more,” Tanner says, “then we’ll go.”
“Better be fast,” Orion whispers, nibbling on my earlobe.
It doesn’t take much more before I shatter, falling apart for my men like I always do. It doesn’t matter how much they make me come, I always want more with them.
I’m still shaking as Foster pulls my underwear up my legs, then places one chaste kiss over my mound and stands to his feet, wiping his beard with the back of his hand. He’s gonna smell like me all night, but it’s clear he has no intention of washing off my slick, and I love that.
“Shall we?” Orion asks, offering his hand.
“I can’t wait to see how everything turned out.” I take it, then kiss his palm right by my bond mark. “I’m so proud of you.”