Chapter Fifty – Colter
We settled on watching the rom-com first, then the horror movie. I sit directly next to Raeka on the large sectional in the living room, sharing a blanket with her, while Pax and Gideon are on her other side.
They each took showers; their hair is damp, and their scent is fresh, but even so, all that water and soap can’t wash away what they must’ve gotten up to before that.
Some packmates might be jealous when they aren’t included in…
uh, activities like that, but I’m not. I don’t need to be there every time, just like they don’t need to be with Raeka and I each time we reacquaint ourselves with the other’s body.
We share everything, so there’s no such thing as hiding here. Not in this house, not with us.
Besides, I kind of like it when she smells like them. It’s a reminder that she belongs to us.
Raeka leans into me, cuddled into my side.
My arm is over her shoulder, and I hold her close as we watch a movie about a big-wig city gal who falls in love with a country boy and all the chaos that ensues.
It’s an older movie, one none of us have seen.
I can’t remember the last time I actually sat down and watched a movie before Raeka.
I didn’t care about movies, just like I didn’t care about anything.
My life, life outside this house… none of it interested me, and I will always have the scars to prove it.
I lost so much in my life that I let myself drown in my melancholy for so long; I never saw a way out, never saw myself surfacing from the murky waters.
But I’ve never been happier to have been wrong.
Now I can’t imagine taking myself out of this world.
I don’t fantasize about hurting myself or making me feel pain to remind me that I’m still alive.
I’m here for Raeka, for Gideon, for Pax, and most importantly, myself.
The people in this room have helped me realize that I still matter, and I always will.
Raeka leans her head on my shoulder, and I can tell she’s looking up at me instead of at the TV screen across from us.
Her hand is slow to roam up my chest, to my neck, where she angles my chin toward her so she can kiss me, and I let her.
I don’t resist. Why would I? There’s nothing better than the softness of those lips or the sweet taste that accompanies them.
Our mouths meet, and instantly the rest of the room fades away. No, the rest of the world. Everything other than the girl beneath this blanket. Fire and sparks dance inside me, igniting something primal, something I never experienced before Raeka came into my life.
It’s funny. I never once imagined I’d end up like this. For years, I seriously thought I’d end up dead sooner or later. I never thought I’d be happy or in a pack, and I never, ever thought a girl could swoop into my life and change everything.
The kiss deepens, and Raeka slips her tongue into my mouth. She crawls onto my lap so she straddles me, so the kiss isn’t at such an awkward angle for us both. Still under the blanket, she pulls it up over her shoulders to drape it better over us.
Kissing her is like kissing sunshine. Every part of me burns and comes alive, and it’s as if I turn into a whole different person, someone who can’t get enough.
I bring my hands to her hips, sliding them beneath her shirt and running my palms over the smooth skin on her sides.
She shudders into me, moaning softly into the kiss, and I am completely lost in her, as I will always be.
Eventually we lay down, away from the others.
Neither of us pay much attention to the movie, too engrossed in each other’s body.
Raeka decides she hasn’t had enough; before long she disappears beneath the blanket and undoes my pants, freeing my cock and taking it into her mouth.
All I can see is the shape of her head beneath the blanket as she bobs up and down, taking me deep into her throat.
The guys don’t stare, but they know what’s happening. They can smell it in the air, and before long they have their own hands working overtime beneath the blankets, jerking themselves off.
We can’t keep our hands off each other. Maybe we’re still in that phase where everything is new and shiny. Maybe this phase will die down in the future—or maybe it won’t. With how right this feels, how can any of the passion die? I’ll wear these rose-colored glasses until the day old age takes me.
A sound dangerously close to a moan comes from me. Raeka’s been acting as if it’s her job to pull those sounds out of me, now that she knows my voice is inside me, somewhere. It’s hard for me, even now, even after all this time. I don’t think I’ve had a full-blown conversation out loud yet.
Small words, here and there. Nothing huge… but that’s going to change tomorrow. Tomorrow, when the others give her their gifts, I’m going to give her mine. It’s something I’ve been working a lot on, something I hope she’ll love just as much as she’ll love theirs.
I’m going to say it out loud. I’m going to tell her how I feel as I take her hands in mine and stare deep into her eyes. I’ve told her before, countless times, but never with words.
My eyes close as Raeka sucks hard on the tip of my length, swirling her tongue around it like it’s a piece of candy. She pulls another muffled moan from me, and then the pressure inside becomes too much for me to ignore.
Pleasure explodes within me, making me jerk my hips up and push my cock deeper into her throat. She swallows every shot of cum down like she can’t get enough, and it’s only when she’s sure I’m finished unloading into her mouth that she pulls herself off me and plops down next to me on the couch.
She practically hums as she whispers, “Have I ever told you that you taste pretty damn good, Colter?” As she asks the question, she licks her lips.
My eyes fall to those luscious lips, and I don’t hesitate to take them in mine once more. I don’t even care that those lips were around my cock seconds ago, that I can taste traces of my own salty cum on her tongue.
My turn.
I pull my mouth off hers as I move to hold myself above her, keeping the blanket draped around me as I duck beneath it.
Down I go, stopping when I reach my destination: the sweet-smelling area between her thighs.
She wears her short pajama shorts, so they’re easy to tug off her.
I get comfy between her thighs and then I do the only thing I can: I dig in.
She thinks I taste pretty damn good? No, she’s the one who tastes spectacular. Her arousal, her slick, is the sweetest thing that’s ever graced my tongue, and I can’t get enough.
I latch onto her clit, lavishing it with attention that makes it swell, and then I dip my tongue lower, to the rim of her pussy, where I lick up the leaking slick before pushing it inside and tasting her from the source. I am abuzz with need, something only she can fulfill.
Raeka squirms under me, lost in my assault.
Both her hands find my head beneath the blanket and weave in my hair as her hips grind against my face.
When I return my focus to her swollen clit, she moans, a light, feathery sound that stirs every aching part of me.
It’s not long before she erupts, before an orgasm takes hold of her, and when it does I’m right there to clean her up from all that delicious, fresh slick.
When I emerge from beneath the blanket, I’m pretty sure I wear a silly grin. I can’t help it. I feel so freaking alive, and I’m addicted to it, to her, in the best way.
She matches my grin with one of her own, and she giggles as she pulls me back down.
We lay, side by side on the couch, our bottom halves still naked beneath the blanket.
Not far from us, the alphas must’ve taken their own pleasure into their hands—or their mouths.
I don’t look too hard for obvious reasons, but I’m pretty sure I see Gideon’s head bobbing beneath Pax’s blanket.
This is our life now, and I don’t think any of us would change a single thing. No matter what the future holds for us—whether it’s adding kids to the pack some day or simply growing old together—one thing’s for sure.
We’ll do it together, as a pack, with nothing but love in our hearts.