The Guest Room
Elowen
The water runs hot, pricking my skin and filling the bathroom with thick steam.
I press my forehead against the tile and let it hit the back of my neck, trying to figure out how everything went so sideways.
I wish I was home in my nest. I’ve spent years building it into exactly what I need it to be.
Soft things layered over softer things. The weighted blanket on the bottom.
The pillow I've had since college that's completely flat and perfect.
The specific arrangement of everything that makes my nervous system finally go quiet.
I want to be there so badly it hurts.
Just me and my blankets and nothing else.
The steam curls around me, and I close my eyes, trying to pretend I’m actually there. I can almost feel the softness, the weight, the quiet. And then my mind drifts one inch further than I mean it to, and he's there.
Cliff.
I imagine him propped against my headboard, all broad chest and warm brown skin.
I can practically feel the heat radiating off his body
My hand traces the hard planes of his chest, fingers drifting over each groove and dip. His scent envelops me. Dark chocolate and smoky cedar, and something uniquely alpha that makes my body respond instantly.
My nipples tighten, and a deep ache pulses between my thighs as I straddle him.
His bare skin is warm against mine as I grind down. His hands grip my hips, guiding me, and I can feel the impressive length of him sliding through my slick folds.
Looking down, I watch as his thick shaft parts my lips with each roll of my hips.
His flushed cock head peeks out from between them with every forward motion, glistening with my slick.
The sight hits me like a physical blow—a sudden, overwhelming hunger to take that beautiful, hard length into my mouth.
With a soft moan, I scramble down his body, settling between his powerful thighs.
His cock stands proud against his stomach, and I lean forward, flattening my tongue against the underside of his shaft, licking from base to tip in one slow, deliberate stroke.
Cliff groans, and his hips lift off the bed as I swirl my tongue around the head, dipping into the slit to taste the salty pre-cum gathering there. I wrap my lips around him, sucking gently as I take him deeper, my hand stroking what my mouth can't yet accommodate.
"That's it, omega," he growls, his voice husky with need. "Take it deeper. I want to feel that throat squeeze around me. Show me how much you love tasting my alpha cock."
His fingers tangle in my hair, gripping tighter as he guides me, encouraging me to take more of him. I establish a rhythm, taking him deeper with each downward movement until he's hitting the back of my throat, making me gag slightly as tears prick my eyes.
I bob my head faster, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard. One hand strokes what I can't fit, the other cupping his heavy balls.
That's when I feel someone shift behind me, and the familiar scent of sage and sunflower fills my senses.
Raff.
His rough hands slide up my back, tracing the curve of my spine before gripping my ass. His cock presses against my entrance, thick and demanding.
"Take her, alpha," Cliff growls, his voice thick with desire as he watches from above. “Fuck that tight little pussy while she chokes on my cock.”
I moan around Cliff's length as Raff inches into me. Stretching me, filling me completely. The sensation of Cliff in my mouth and Raff in my cunt, both of them moving in perfect rhythm, sends waves of pleasure through my body.
"Look at you, taking us so perfectly," Raff praises from behind me, his voice husky with arousal. “Such a good girl, so wet and tight.”
Cliff's fingers tangle in my hair, guiding my movements, as Raff's arm comes around my waist, his fingers find my clit. He circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, making me gasp around Cliff's cock.
I'm caught between them, a vessel for their pleasure, my own arousal building to an unbearable peak. The sounds of our bodies moving together fill the room—skin against skin, soft moans, harsh breaths.
"Take it all, El," Cliff growls, thrusting upward as Raff pushes deeper. "You're ours now, omega. Every fucking part of you."
My body trembles with the approaching orgasm, my muscles clenching around Raff as I take Cliff deeper still. The sensations build, coiling tighter and tighter until I'm hovering on the edge, ready to fall into ecstasy—
The water goes ice-cold.
I gasp and yank my hand away from my clit, heart hammering hard. I stand there blinking as reality comes rushing back in.
I turn the water off.
Please, God, don't let me have been moaning out loud.
I reach for the towel on the rack and dry myself off the best I can, but when I get to my slick thighs I go still.
Right.
I grab a wad of toilet paper and do what I can, which isn't much, and try not to think too hard about the fact that I got myself worked up fantasizing in the shower like a teenager. Once I’m sure I won’t ruin their towels, I wrap it around myself and tuck the corner in at my chest.
My eyes immediately scan the small bathroom for clothes, only finding my dirty ones in a heap on the floor. I silently curse myself for forgetting that I don't have any clothes here.
“Shit,” I whisper as I look at the towel I'm wearing, then at the door.
Hopefully there’s something to wear in that guest room. Even if it's a spare blanket, I can wrap it around myself like some kind of toga.
I tuck the towel tighter, take a breath, and open the door.
I jump back with a small yelp, my heart leaping into my throat.
Cliff is standing right there in the hallway, his presence so sudden and overwhelming that I nearly lose my towel.
His gaze drops down my body, and his nostrils flare as he takes in my scent.
My stomach drops as I realize he must have heard me touching myself in the shower—or worse… he felt it through our bond.
Heat crawls up my neck and spreads across my cheeks fast.
“I…um…” I stammer, trying to figure out what to say. I grip the top of the towel with one hand. "I don't have any clothes."
Cliff makes a soft humming sound as his scent deepens, the rich chocolate and cedar notes sharpening with a sudden, intoxicating wave of pure arousal.
It hits me through our bond, a hot, possessive surge that makes my own body clench in response. A soft, helpless sound escapes my throat, and that’s all it takes.
Cliff's eyes flash and he moves.
He rushes forward, one hand slamming against the doorframe beside my head, the other grips my waist, and he backs me into the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind us. He doesn't say a word. He just looks at me, his eyes burning, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.
"Alpha?" I breathe, my heart hammering against my ribs.
“Make that sound again,” he growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “Whimper for me, omega.”
My body instantly obeys, and a soft whimper pushes from my chest.
And he kisses me.
It's a hot, frantic kiss. All teeth and tongues, messy and intense.
And I hate that I need him so badly.
I've known this man for a day.
“Fuck, Elowen,” he snarls as he fists my hair, forcing my head to tip back so he can kiss me deeper.
My hand trembles as I touch his chest, my fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles. He's so warm and solid. He trembles slightly under my touch, as his own hands roam my body. Gripping my hips, sliding up my back, pulling me flush against him.
The towel is a flimsy barrier, and I hate it.
I need his skin on mine.
He must feel the same way, because with a growl, he rips the towel away, letting it fall to the floor in a heap at my feet. I'm naked, exposed, but I don't feel vulnerable.
I feel wanted.
Cliff’s eyes rake over my body, hot and possessive, and I feel a pulse of heat through our bond that makes my nipples go painfully tight.
“Fuck, you're beautiful,” he murmurs, then he lifts me, his hands gripping my thighs, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
My back hits the cool tile of the wall, and I gasp at the shock of it.
He's hard, his cock pressing insistently against my core through the thin fabric of his jeans. I rock against him, seeking friction, and he groans, his hips bucking in response.
"Please," I whimper, my head falling back against the wall. "Cliff, please."
He doesn't make me wait. He frees himself, his cock springing hot and heavy against my thigh. Then he positions himself at my entrance, and for a moment, he holds himself there, teasing me.
Torturing me.
"Tell me what you want," he demands, his voice a low growl.
"Fuck me," I demand as I grab a handful of his dark hair, yanking hard. "Now."
A low, satisfied sound rumbles out of him, like that's exactly what he wanted.
His hips thrust forward, and he’s deep inside me. The swift motion steals my breath, and I grab his shoulders with my free hand.
Then he begins fucking me.
My pussy is filled completely, my body stretching in a way that's both familiar and new at the same time.
Without the fog of my heat, every sensation is sharp and clear, and completely overwhelming.
I can feel every inch of his hard length, the throbbing pulse of his heartbeat, as he fucks me against the wall.
My slick pours out of me with each thrust, soaking us both as his hips slap against mine with wet, rhythmic sounds. The obscene squelching of my arousal fills the room as he drives into me again and again.
I'm lost in the feel of him, every nerve ending lit up and screaming.
It’s so overwhelming, but I can feel what he feels in our bond. His need pours into my mind and mixes with my own until I can't tell them apart.
"Mine," he growls, his teeth nipping at my earlobe. "You're mine, Elowen. All mine."
"Yes," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He pounds into me, his movements becoming erratic, his breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps. I can feel him swelling inside me, the familiar pressure of his knot building, and my own orgasm builds right behind it, so close it hurts.
"Come for me, omega," he commands, his voice a raw, primal sound. "Come all over that cock.”
And I do.
My body bows, a muffled sound pushing from my throat as my orgasm crashes over me. It tears through me so hard my vision whites out.
Cliff follows me over the edge, and with a groan, he presses into the curve of my neck, his knot swelling, locking us together. Right as my orgasm begin to subside, he bites down again—right over the sensitive scar of my mating bite.
The sharp pain instantly transforms into electric pleasure that shoots through my entire body, reconnecting us in a way that feels deeper than before.
Our bond flares to life, a brilliant golden thread between us that pulses with every beat of our hearts.
We stay like that for what feels like a long time, locked together, our bodies slick with sweat and our breathing ragged.
Moving slowly, Cliff presses his forehead against mine, his eyes closed, his body still shaking. When our trembling finally subsides, he carefully shifts us, lifting me against the wall as though I weigh nothing.
His knot keeps us joined as he gently laps at the fresh mark on my neck, his tongue soothing the sensitive skin. The tender gesture contrasts with the ferocity of our coupling, and I melt against him, completely sated and utterly claimed.
"Mine.”
And for the first time since this started, I don't feel like I stole something that wasn't mine.