Chapter 14 – RAVEN
RAVEN
If I'm dreaming and someone wakes me, I'll shoot the bastard in the face.
Cosima is sweeter than anything I've ever tasted.
Pure sugar and moonlight. I could drown between her thighs for hours, lose myself completely in her slick heat.
My cock throbs painfully against the confines of my pants, but I've barely noticed until now, too consumed with making her come apart beneath my mouth.
I never imagined she would let me worship her this way. I'm fucking desperate to savor every second, every musical moan from her lips, because I'm a lucky son of a bitch, but am I actually lucky enough that she'll let me do this again?
But we're being watched. The weight of their gazes presses against me. Geo, Nikolai, even Knight. I'm not entirely sure they aren't going to tear me limb from limb for touching what they all seem to consider theirs in some way. Worth it, though.
Totally fucking worth it.
I glance up at Cosima, expecting embarrassment, maybe even anger.
Instead, I find her looking remarkably composed for what just happened.
Her cheeks are flushed, but there's no apology in her expression as she reaches down to stroke my hair.
I melt instantly under her touch, leaning into her hand like a starved animal.
"Well," she says, her voice surprisingly steady, "I suppose we might as well give them something to watch."
My breath catches in my throat. Is she suggesting what I think she's suggesting? I look over my shoulder again, assessing the situation more carefully.
Nikolai's gaze burns with a jealousy so intense it's almost tangible. His jaw is clenched tight enough that I'm surprised his sharpened fangs haven't shattered. But beneath that rage, there's unmistakable lust. He wants her. Wants to be where I am right now.
Geo's expression is more complex. I don't know what he's thinking.
But he shifts in his seat, adjusting himself in a way that makes it clear he's aroused by what we're doing.
Knight is the wild card, but I don't know what's going through his head, either.
Not that I ever do. He's just staring at us. Not attacking, but… staring.
Guess not shredding me is a positive sign.
I turn back to Cosima, searching her face. "Are you sure?" I whisper, still not entirely convinced this isn't some elaborate fantasy my mind has conjured.
In response, she tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls me up for a kiss.
The taste of her is still on my lips as she devours my mouth, and I groan helplessly against her.
This is everything I've dreamed about since the moment I first caught her scent—her body beneath mine, her taste on my tongue, her hands on my skin.
I'm vaguely aware of the others watching us still, of Nikolai's burning gaze in particular. Some small, petty part of me revels in it. After everything he's done, everything he's taken from me, there's a twisted satisfaction in knowing he's watching me with the woman he claims as his mate.
When we break apart, Cosima's eyes are dark with hunger. I open my mouth to speak, to beg her to let me do more, to ignore the fact we're far from alone, but she nips at my lip, silencing me. "Shut up and fuck me," she commands, her voice a throaty purr.
The dominance in her tone makes my cock twitch. I've always been drawn to strong personalities, but there's something about the way she takes control that's driving me wild. "Yes, ma'am," I breathe with a low chuckle, unable to keep the reverence from my voice.
I settle between her legs, my hands trembling slightly as I fumble with my pants.
When I finally free myself, I'm almost embarrassingly hard, the head of my cock flushed dark and leaking.
I position myself at her entrance, still slick from her earlier orgasms, and pause for just a moment, meeting her eyes.
The nod she gives me is all the permission I need.
I push forward slowly, groaning as her tight heat envelops me inch by agonizing inch.
It's perfect—she's perfect—and I have to stop once I'm fully seated inside her, at least up to my knot, breathing heavily to keep from coming immediately like some pent-up virgin.
"Gods, you feel amazing," I whisper, my voice strained with the effort of holding back.
Her mouthwateringly thick thighs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Move," she commands, and I comply instantly.
I start with slow, measured thrusts, trying to maintain some semblance of control.
But as she begins to respond, arching up to meet each thrust, my restraint crumbles.
I lose sight of our audience, lose sight of everything except Cosima beneath me, her silver hair spread across the pillows like moonlight, her violet eyes half-lidded with pleasure, her pointed nails clawing at me.
I hiss at the exquisite burn from the scratches as she rakes her nails down my back.
"Sorry," she gasps, but I shake my head frantically.
"No, it felt good," I pant, driving into her harder. "Please... more."
She obliges, her nails digging deeper, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The pain mingles with the absolute ecstasy in a way that makes the world tilt. I've always been like this, craving pain with my pleasure like a fine wine, and Cosima seems to intuitively grasp what I need.
Without warning, she pushes against my chest. For a moment, I think I've done something wrong, but then she's flipping our positions, shoving me onto my back in the nest of pillows. She straddles me, sinking down hard on my cock with a satisfied moan that makes my toes curl.
The sight of her above me, silhouetted in the dim light of the train car, is mesmerizing. Her silver hair cascades down her back, her full breasts bounce with each movement, and her expression is one of pure, uninhibited need. A goddess of lust taking what she wants from her most ardent devotee.
"Fuck," Geo mutters from somewhere to my right, the word coming out choked.
I glance over, unable to help myself. Geo's erection is visible even from here, straining against his pants.
He's fucking huge. Nikolai looks like he's about to snap, his entire body rigid and his good eye fixed on us.
Knight looks like he's considering ripping me apart. Still worth it, even if he does.
Cosima follows my gaze as she rolls her hips, riding me with confidence. Her pink lips curve into a seductive smile as her eyes flick over the other alphas, her movements slowing to a teasing grind that makes me whimper.
"You're welcome to join us," she purrs to Geo and Nikolai, her accented voice like silk and steel. "But you fuck him, not me."
I feel my face flush hot at her words. I don't protest, though. I've never hidden what I am, what I like. Still, I don't expect either of them to take her up on the offer. Nikolai is too proud, too conventional despite our past... indiscretions.
And Geo… well, Geo and I have a complicated history that's never crossed that particular line. I expect him to refuse with his usual colorful force.
To my shock, Geo actually looks tempted. His eye darkens as he considers her words. For a moment, I think he might actually accept.
But then Cosima smirks, turning back to me and taking my face in her hand. "Their loss," she purrs, her thumb tracing my lower lip. "I would have liked sharing you."
I can't help the grin that spreads across my face. "I'm perfectly content to have you all to myself, goddess."
She laughs, a sound of genuine delight that makes my heart swell, and then she's moving again, riding me with renewed vigor.
I grab her full hips, my fingers digging into their lush softness to guide her movements, helping her find the angle that makes her gasp and shudder.
Every inch of this woman is soft, silken, smooth, such a bewitching contrast to the steel underneath.
A study in contrasts. Perfection.
The others are clearly just as transfixed as I am. The knowledge that we're performing for them adds a forbidden thrill that pushes me closer to the edge.
Cosima seems to feel it too. She's more vocal now, less concerned with keeping quiet.
Her moans and soft cries fill the train car, punctuated by the rhythmic creaking of the nest materials beneath us and the slick sounds of our bodies meeting.
Her movements become more frantic, her inner walls clenching around me as she chases another orgasm.
I feel the base of my cock beginning to swell, the first sign of my knot forming, and try to warn her.
"Cosima, I'm going to—" I gasp, trying to lift her off me before it's too late.
But instead of pulling away, she sinks down harder, grinding against me as my knot begins to catch. "Yes," she hisses, her eyes wild with desire. "Give it to me. All of it." She shoots another mischievous grin at Geo and Nikolai. "Let them see what they could've had."
Fuck.
She takes me beautifully, her body stretching to accept the intrusion as my knot locks us together.
I'm trapped in her overwhelmingly tight heat, barely able to move, every small shift sending shockwaves through my body.
Feels like I'm about to fucking die, either from the intensity of my impending orgasm or from Knight tearing me apart for knotting his omega.
His growls are getting pretty intense, rumbling through the train car.
Either way, what a hell of a way to go.
But Knight doesn't attack me. Instead, those blue eyes watch me from behind his impassive silver mask as Cosima rakes her nails down my chest, leaving angry red welts like cat scratches.
The sharp pain pushes me over the edge. So does the fact Geo and Nikolai are staring at us like they're about to turn to each other out of sheer desperation.
I come with a hoarse cry, my entire body convulsing as I empty myself inside her.
Cosima follows me over the edge, her inner walls pulsing around my knot as she finds her own release. It's the most intense experience of my life, and I'm not sure I'll ever recover from it. Pretty sure I'll be chasing the high of fucking her all the way to hell.
We stay locked together for what feels like an eternity of absolute bliss, my knot slowly subsiding as the aftershocks wracking my body fade. Cosima finally lifts herself off me, my knot slipping out of her with a pop and a rush of come down her milky thighs.
Geo drags a hand down his face. "Holy shit," he mutters, like we've done this to torture him on a personal level.
"Clean me up," Cosima commands, ignoring him, gesturing to the mess on her skin as she lays back in the nest.
My spent cock throbs at her words even though she's just milked me dry.
I don't hesitate. I lean forward to lap at her skin obediently, on my hands and knees before her like a supplicant at the altar of his goddess.
My hands dig into her velvety hips as my tongue worships her soft lower belly, licking up every last droplet of come.
I dip the tip of it into her navel, leaving little nips and bites along her softness on my way down to that patch of curls.
She moans in satisfaction as I lick my own seed off the insides of her thighs and steal a taste of her cunt in the process, unable to resist going back for seconds.
"Good boy," she murmurs, her fingers threading through my hair.
Those two simple words undo me completely.
To my utter humiliation, which makes it all the more fun, I come again, untouched, just from the praise and the act of submission and her lingering sweetness on my tongue.
A strangled moan escapes me as I spill onto the cushions beneath us, my entire body shaking with the force of it.
I should be mortified. I'm an alpha, for fuck's sake. But Cosima just chuckles softly, tilting my face up to kiss me gently.
"You are perfect," she whispers against my lips, and I melt all over again.
Those words, from her lips, are more than I ever imagined I would hear. More than I deserve, certainly. But I'll take them, hoard them like a dragon with treasure, replay them in my mind on the inevitable dark days to come.
Because I'm not foolish enough to think this means anything lasting. I've had my heart broken plenty of times before—sometimes spectacularly, sometimes quietly. But this woman holds my very soul in her grasp, and she could crush it with a single word.
And I'd thank her for the privilege.