Chapter 24
In Raff’s Bed
Elowen
"Can I touch you?"
The question lands softly in the quiet room, and my whole body answers before my mouth does.
Yes. God, yes. Please.
“Please,” I whisper as I lean in a little closer.
Raff leans in, and presses his mouth to mine gently. A press of a sweet kiss. Then he inhales deeply, scenting me, and I can’t help but do the same.
He smells so good.
Sage and sunflowers, warm and green and alive, filling every breath I take until there's nothing else left in the room.
It wraps around me the way the blankets do, layered and soft and everywhere at once, and underneath it the faint traces of Cliff's chocolate and cedar soaked into Raff's skin from years of living together.
The combination does something crazy to my brain, making everything feel right.
It feels like coming inside after being cold for a very long time.
“Kiss me again,” I whisper, needing more.
Raff’s hand slides from my cheek into my hair, fingers curling gently at the base of my skull. “Close your eyes, omega. Let me taste that little tongue.” And he kisses me again, and this time it’s so much more.
His mouth moves against mine with a devastating intensity.
His lips part mine open, his other hand finding my waist and pulling me toward him in one smooth motion.
I go without resistance, my fingers finding the warm skin of his chest, feeling the shift of muscle beneath my palms as he tilts my head back and deepens the kiss.
He feels like warmth and power, moving my body just the way he wants.
A sound builds in my throat, small and helpless, and he smiles against my mouth. Like my response is the best thing that's happened to him all day, and he's not going to pretend otherwise.
"God, the sounds you make," Raff murmurs against my lips. "I could listen to you all night." His hand slides from my waist down to my hip, fingers pressing into my flesh. "I want to hear more."
His mouth trails to my jaw, then down my neck, teeth scraping gently against my skin. When they catch on the raised edge of Cliff's mating bite, electricity shoots through me. My whole body lights up, slick gathering between my legs as I arch into him with a gasp.
All at once, I can feel Cliff through our bond, and it's pure excitement, like he wants to feel more.
My head falls back as Raff's tongue traces the line of my collarbone. His hands are everywhere, mapping my body like he's trying to memorize every curve.
"You taste like heaven," he growls, his voice muffled against my skin. "Like pears and vanilla and absolute perfection.”
His fingers find the hem of my shirt, lifting it slowly.
I raise my arms without thinking, letting him strip it away.
He tosses the shirt aside without looking, then circles one hand around my throat.
His grip is firm and possessive. He stares deeply into my eyes, then he gently pushes me onto my back.
"Fuck," he breathes, his eyes darkening as he looks down my body. "Look at you. These tits are perfect." He cups one in each hand, thumbs brushing over my nipples. "Are they sensitive, pretty girl? Do you like when I touch them like this?"
He plucks one nipple with his calloused hand, and all I do is moan in response, my back arching as pleasure shoots through me.
"Answer me," he commands gently. "Tell me how it feels."
"So good," I gasp, tipping my head back. "Please don't stop."
I hear a soft growl, then he lowers his head, taking one nipple into his mouth. His tongue circles it, teasing and tasting until I'm writhing beneath him. "Such a good omega,” he purrs. “You're so responsive.”
I can’t help but preen at his words, as his mouth travels lower, tracing patterns across my stomach. His hands follow, worshiping every inch of me. When he reaches the waistband of my shorts, he looks up at me, his eyes asking permission.
"Don't stop," I whisper, lifting my hips to help him remove them.
Raff slides them down slowly, taking in every inch of skin as it’s exposed.
He guides the shorts all the way down, caressing my legs, making me shiver.
Then he tosses them away, as he settles between my legs.
His breath fans over my pussy, warm and intimate, before peering up at me from between my thighs.
"So wet for me already," he murmurs, his fingers tracing through my folds.
My clit swells and pulses beneath his touch, aching for more.
"So fucking perfect." He glances back down at my pussy, and licks his lips.
"I'm going to taste you now," he says, his voice dropping to a low rumble.
“Spread those legs wider. I want to eat you properly.”
I do as I’m told, lifting my knees up and out. The first touch of his tongue against my clit makes me jerk. "Raff," I gasp, my fingers scrabbling for purchase against the short, rough bristle of his buzz cut.
"That's right," he murmurs against me. "I'm right here, pretty girl. Let go and feel."
And then he's eating me like I'm his last meal.
His tongue circles my clit, then dips lower, thrusting inside me. He's everywhere at once, tasting and teasing and driving me insane. One hand grips my thigh, holding me open for him, while the other slides up to play with my breasts.
"God, you're sweet," he growls, before licking me again.
The flat of his tongue presses over my folds, then the tip circles my clit. He flicks the swollen nub in quick, teasing patterns.
Each flick sends a jolt straight through me, making my thighs tremble. He alternates between broad strokes and pointed flicks, driving me wild with the changing sensations.
The pleasure builds, hot and intense inside me. My hips buck up into his face, seeking more. The alpha meets my movements, his tongue working faster, harder. Just when I think I can't take any more, he slides two fingers inside me, curling them all the way up.
That's all it takes.
I shatter, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
The orgasm starts deep in my core, then radiates outward until my toes curl and my vision blurs.
My head spins, lightheaded and floaty, like I'm detached from my body.
I cry out his name, my thighs clamping around his head as I ride out the intensity.
Raff growls, his tongue never stopping.
The pleasure fades to a warm, pleasant hum that still makes my muscles twitch with aftershocks.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, lapping gently at my oversensitive flesh. "So fucking beautiful when you come."
But before I can fully recover, the alpha is moving up my body, capturing my mouth in a deep kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, and it makes me moan.
He kisses me so tenderly, like he’s worshiping me.
One hand cups my face, his thumb stroking my cheekbone while the other traces the line of my jaw. I've never felt so cherished, so completely seen. Every touch says I'm precious, that my pleasure matters to him as much as his own.
He lifts his head slightly, holding my gaze.
His eyes are the color of storm clouds—dark gray with flecks of silver that catch the lamplight. The intensity in them steals my breath, like he's looking directly into my soul.
"More," I whisper, my voice barely audible.
A smile spreads across his face, sweet and genuine. It transforms his sharp features into something softer. Almost sweet. Then he pushes his hips forward, making the tip of his cock nudge against my entrance through his briefs.
"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice low and rough.
"Yes."
My hand slips between us, fingers dipping into the waistband of his briefs. I wrap my hand around his cock, and my breath catches. He's thick and heavy in my palm, the skin velvety over steel. I can feel the ridge of his veins as I slide my hand down his length, exploring him.
Raff groans, his hips jerking forward into my touch. "Fuck, Elle," he breathes. "Your hands feel fucking amazing."
He holds himself over me with one arm, muscles straining as he pushes his briefs down with his free hand. The sight of his cock springing free makes my heart race, and I grab him again. This time with nothing between us, skin to skin.
Excitement builds as I guide him to my entrance, positioning him right where I want him. "I've been thinking about this since I first smelled you," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "About how you'd feel inside me."
Raff’s eyes flash as a growl pushes from his chest. “Fuck,” he snarls, then he slides into me, stretching me perfectly.
We both groan as he fills me completely.
"Oh my god," he breathes, his forehead resting against mine. "You feel incredible. So tight and wet and perfect."
But all I can do is moan.
Then he begins to move, careful and deep at first, then faster.
My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. The bed creaks beneath us, the sound mixing with our ragged breathing and the wet slap of skin against skin.
"Touch yourself," he commands. "I want to watch you get yourself off while I fuck you."
My hand slides between my legs, fingers finding my clit. The dual stimulation is almost too much. I circle my clit in time with his thrusts, pleasure building again.
"That's it," he praises. "Look at you, taking me so well. You're doing so good, pretty girl. So fucking good."
His words push me closer to the edge. "Alpha," I gasp. "I'm close."
"Come with me," he says, his rhythm faltering slightly. "Come all over my cock."
His words send me over again. I cry out as pleasure courses through me, my inner walls clamping down around him. I’m still coming when Raff moves, rolling us and pulling me on top of him without breaking our connection.
"Ride me," he murmurs, his hands gripping my hips. "Show me how you like it."
For a moment I can't move, my body still trembling and my pussy keeps fluttering around his cock, each contraction making me gasp.
Raff starts forcing my hips to move for me, helping me feel every last pulse of my orgasm. The sensitivity is almost too much, but I don't want it to stop. I want more.
I need more.
I need to feel the hot pulse of his cum inside me.
I brace my hands on Raff’s chest, rising and falling slowly at first. His eyes are locked on where we're joined, his lips parted slightly.
"Look at you taking control," he praises me. "You're so gorgeous like this."
His words spur me on, and I move faster, grinding my hips against him. His hands slide up my sides, cupping my breasts.
"Play with your nipples," he says. "Pinch them for me."
I obey, rolling the sensitive peaks between my fingers. The added stimulation sends sparks through me.
"You're going to come again, aren't you?" he asks, his voice thick with desire. "I can feel you getting tighter. Come on, pretty girl. One more for me."
His words push me over the edge. I throw my head back, crying out as pleasure overwhelms me.
Suddenly Raff takes over, fucking up into me, making my body bounce. He growls, his hands gripping my hips, tits, waist. Anything he can get his hands on.
I feel his cock twitch inside me, then pulse as he comes.
The sensation is exquisite.
Hot, thick release filling me up, marking me from the inside out.
For a moment, I feel a distant disappointment in not feeling a knot, but we aren't mated yet. And I tell myself that I'll feel his knot soon.
Soon.
“Wow.” Raff breathes raggedly beneath me, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he recovers.
I can't help but admire him in the glowing lamplight.
Tattoos cover his chest and arms in swirling lines and intricate designs, all curves and patterns without any words or images. They flow over his muscles like living art, highlighting the powerful lines of his body.
Raff's muscles aren't as bulky as Cliff's, but he still looks so strong, every bit the alpha.
"Come here, gorgeous." Raff wraps his arms around me, pulling me down to his chest.
I press my cheek to his pecs, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.
I'm in heaven, but I can't help but wish Cliff was here. And Perrin too.
I can smell Perrin in the blankets all around us—sage and sunflowers mixed with the warm fabric and citrus scent that's uniquely his.
Then I can't help but wonder about Adam and if he'll ever accept me.
But laying here in Raff’s arms, blissed out and happy, I wouldn’t blame the beta if he hated me forever.