Chapter 34
RAINE
Roark’s mouth hovers over me. And I brace myself. Oh, I’ve heard all the talk from the girls. They all say I’ve just never had a guy who knew what he was doing. Maybe they’re right. I’ve never orgasmed with anything besides a vibrator or my own fingers.
Jeff would lick at me like I was a head of broccoli, not a Blow Pop worth getting to the center of. A few strokes of his tongue, and it was like he’d volunteered at the Red Cross and earned his hundred-hour service pin.
Roark’s mouth is hot. So hot. Like the rest of him. Him holding me gave me some of the best sleep I’ve had in days, maybe my whole life. It was like snuggling into the perfect temperate hot water bottle. My favorite thing to do when I have PMS.
His first powerful stroke has my foot jump off the bed. Like the nerve endings are strings pulling on me, making me dance. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t move at all. He’s humming, like it’s the best damn thing. “Fuck me, Raine. This . . . Shit . . .”
Pushing up, I catch his eyes as he hovers over my legs. I freeze, unsure of why he stopped. I try to close my legs, but his grip is on me again, holding me open. I’m so embarrassed. Even Jeff didn’t complain, and I know he didn’t like it.
Roark blinks. “I needed a moment. So good, Duchess. So fucking . . .” He’s on me again with even more zeal.
My head falls to the pillow. Was he holding back before?
Every movement he makes has me tingling.
My hips are flailing, or rather they’re trying to flail.
He’s got me pressed to the bed firmly enough that I can’t .
. . I can’t . . . think . . . move. My fingers scrunch up the sheets.
There’s a noise in the room. Me. I’m making the noises.
Roark circles my clit and then pushes a finger inside me.
One at first and then a second. But then my brain does this weird frizzing thing, like someone pulled the plug and it .
. . I’m off. It’s my body. And the pleasure he’s pushing at me.
I’ve never had the sensation before, and I’m holding on to it.
There’s no thought, no memories, no critical Raine brain.
Roark, his broad shoulders holding me open, his head moving with the rhythm of his tongue.
He reaches up and grabs my breast. I’ve got one hand on his head, and I put the other one over his on my breast.
“That’s it. Tell me what you want, Duchess,” he demands.
“Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop.” The buzzing is back in my head, and I’m chasing it. It’s too good. “I want . . .”
He pinches my nipple under his hand, and I’m lost. Darkness fills my eyes. My hips rocket up against his firm chest.
“Roark,” I scream. “Roark.” My throat closes up as I come down, my head bouncing on the pillow.
“That was fucking amazing,” Evander says.
My eyes snap open. I should feel embarrassed, but I don’t. I’m too filled with euphoria, endorphins. I reach for Evander. What in the heck has gotten into me?
“Sorry, Raine, I can’t play. At least, not today. Not here. But there’s more. You want more from him. Don’t you?”
My chest goes up. My eyes are glued to Evander. I drop my hand. “Your thunder?” It’s a question and a statement.
“That’s right. We have our rules.”
“Right.” I’m not their mate. The fullness I had rushes out of me like a popped balloon. I haven’t even glanced at Kieren. That’s too much for me. I’m not sure why, but I can’t. He hasn’t even touched me.
“No, Duchess.” Roark flips me, grabbing my feet until my face is pressed into the pillow.
He smacks my ass. And rubs it. Then he flips me back, like he didn’t just spank me.
He grabs my chin and kisses me. Our kiss tastes more of the scent of his smoke than of me.
With a firm hold on my chin, he controls the kiss.
His hand slides to the back of my neck. I’m dizzy by the time he lifts his lips from mine.
“I want you,” Roark growls at me, his face inches away.
“Yes.”
“Thank fuck. I’m taking you now, Duchess.”
“Yes . . . Wait.”
“I can’t get you pregnant, and shifters are clean.”
“Oh—”
“Is that what you wanted to know?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Hang on.” He places my hands around his neck. There’s no wrestling with him trying to get his dick into me. Roark’s got good aim. He slides in a little at first. I thought I’d be along for the ride. But he holds himself a few inches in and waits. “You okay?
“Yes,” I say with a huffy breath. “It feels good.”
“Of course it does,” Roark says.
Evander laughs. His dark brown hair bounces above Roark’s arm. “You’re fucking beautiful, Raine.” He moves to the side and comes into complete view. His suit pants are tented. “Focus on the brute, love.” His brown eyes twinkle at me.
Obeying his command isn’t hard when Roark turns my head to his, locking eyes with me. He reaches down and tips my hips before pushing the rest of the way into me, then pauses. He asks with his eyes if I’m good.
I’m biting my lip. I can’t speak. I’ve never . . . “Yes,” I finally say.
He starts slow, his pace picking up. My eyes close.
It’s too much. It’s not sex, it’s not rutting.
It’s more than anything I’ve ever imagined.
With an audience, my badgering brain adds before I lock it down.
There’s another ball of need building in me.
A sensation Roark picks up on. He’s well-aware.
He slows and changes his hold on me before his thrusts fly us across the bed, our bodies mashed together.
“You’re per—a damn good fit, Raine. You’re amazing, Duchess,” he says. He’s in way more control than I am. I’m not sure what language even is anymore. Then his teeth scrape along my neck and he gathers my hair in his hand and pulls . . . and I shoot off, screaming, taking him with me.
I’m still making little odd noises when Roark rolls us over. His cock is still in me. I’m lying on top of him, sweat pouring from me. I’m not sure what happened. I’m not sure—
“No thinking,” Roark says.
And it reminds me of the day in the pantry when I dropped to the floor. “I can’t not think.”
“You can do it more quietly, Duchess.” He runs a hand down my back. “You made Evander speechless. Good job, Duchess.”
The door clicks shut, and I turn my head toward it.
Forgetting that I’ve been avoiding looking at the other side of the bed.
As long as I didn’t, some weird part of me was thinking that he would still be asleep.
Not that anyone could sleep through me screaming Roark’s name like I was at a football game.
Now I’m faced with a very much awake Kieren.
“I told you you could sleep,” he says, his lips turned up into a smile.
“Sleep. I guess I did. I’m awake now.”
“I guess I did too.” Kieren slides off the bed. His back is to us, but I see him adjust himself.
“You should say that out loud,” Roark says, glaring at Kieren.
“I wish I could touch you too.” Kieren pauses by the door. “Be ready to go in twenty minutes.”
Roark pulls me into his chest. “She’ll be ready when she’s ready.”
“Twenty,” Kieren says and pulls the door shut behind him.