Chapter 30
In The Bed
Elowen
This has been a day from hell.
My mind, body, and soul all ache from being reminded of every awful thing I’ve endured over the last few years, but seeing my two sexy alphas kiss each other like that just might fix me.
“Elowen,” Cliff growls my name softly, and my eyes snap to his face.
“Yes?” I already sound breathless.
“In bed.” He stares deep into my eyes. “Now, pretty girl.”
My body shutters, and I move, slick gathering between my thighs with each step.
I can feel both Cliff and Raff watching me, tracking the shift of my hips as I walk and the way my shorts ride up with every step. I've never been particularly self-conscious about my body, but I've also never had two alphas watch me cross a room like I’m prey.
I don't hate it.
In fact, I feel more desired than I have in my entire life.
The mattress dips under my weight, the sheets impossibly soft against my bare legs. I settle into the center of the bed and turn to face them, pulling my knees up slightly, and every thought falls out of my head.
They’re both shirtless now, standing at the foot of the bed, and the sight of them together is almost too much to process.
Cliff is broad and powerful, his shoulders rolling into a chest that looks like it was carved from marble, his warm copper brown skin smooth over muscle with barely a mark on it, except for the healing graze on his bicep.
Raff is leaner but no less imposing, every inch of his chest and stomach covered in those dark swirling tattoos that shift and move as he breathes, his long arms hanging loose, and a pronounced bulge straining against the front of his pants.
Cliff's dark eyes find mine.
"What do you need, omega?" he asks.
My brain does something unhelpful and immediate, cycling through about seventeen possible interpretations of that question all at once. Water. Another blanket. Someone to tell me everything is going to be okay. A long, hard fuck that makes me forget my own name. All of the above. None of the above.
"Could you," I start, then stop. My cheeks go warm. "Would you kiss him again?" I ask, the words coming out smaller than I intended. "I guess—." I press my lips together. "I liked watching."
Raff's mouth curves into a slow, devastating smile. He looks at Cliff the way people look at each other when they've been given exactly what they wanted and can't quite believe their luck.
Cliff doesn't smile. He looks at me for one long, steady moment with those dark eyes, and the heat in them is enough to make slick drip and my clit throb.
"Yes, ma’am," he says quietly. Then he turns, grabs Raff by the throat, and kisses him so hard Raff's head tips back from it.
I stop breathing entirely.
They're devastating together. There's no other word for it.
Two big, beautiful men kissing like they have all the time in the world and absolutely no intention of being gentle about it. Raff’s hand is fisted in Cliff’s hair and Cliff’s fingers pressed flat against Raff’s jaw.
Slick soaks through my shorts, and I press my thighs together.
Both alphas break apart slowly, and Raff turns to look at me first. His gray eyes are dark, and his mouth is wet.
"Come here, baby," he says softly.
My body moves, eager to obey.
Shifting onto my hands and knees, I crawl to them.
Raff's hands find my face the moment I'm close enough, and his fingers tilt my chin up. I move slowly, lifting up onto my knees as he stares deep into my eyes. Then he leans down and kisses me slowly, nothing like the way he just kissed Cliff.
His mouth moves against mine so softly it makes my chest ache, and I feel the day start to unspool in my shoulders. The apartment. Anton's voice. Angelica's cold blue eyes. My notebook hitting the floor. All of it loosening its grip on me one second at a time.
He pulls back and looks at my face.
"So sweet," he murmurs, and his warm breath fans over my face.
I duck my chin like an idiot, smiling at my own knees, suddenly unbearably shy for a woman who had this man's face between her thighs not twelve hours ago.
Raff makes a low sound in his chest that takes me a second to recognize as a laugh. "Look at her," he says, and I can hear the smile on his face without even looking up. "She's blushing."
"I can see that," Cliff says, and the mattress dips behind me as he climbs onto the bed.
His warmth settles at my back, his chest a wall of heat against my shoulder blades. His hands find my waist, sliding beneath the hem of my tank top and resting against the bare skin of my stomach, his palms warm and still.
"Are you shy, pretty girl?" he rumbles, his voice a low vibration against my ear. "Because all this flushed skin is driving me wild." His lips brush against my temple. "Makes me want to see how red I can make you."
The breath leaves my body in a shaky exhale that turns into something embarrassingly close to a whimper as hot slick rolls down the inside of my thigh.
Raff’s nostrils flare and his wicked smile grows as he watches Cliff nuzzle the curve of my neck, right below my ear, then he presses a kiss to our mating bite. Then another. Working me over with sweet nips and gentle kisses, and I feel my head tip to one side without deciding to do it.
"You were so brave today," Cliff says against my skin, his voice so low it barely reaches the air between us. "Challenging Anton, then sharing with us about your past." His hands press firmer against my stomach. "That took a lot."
My throat tightens without warning.
I wasn't expecting that.
I was braced for hands and heat and sweat, and instead I got four quiet words that land somewhere so much deeper than any of that, and my eyes sting before I get ahold of myself.
"I've never told anyone," I admit, my voice coming out smaller than I intend.
Raff reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, his gray eyes moving over my face. "We're not anyone, baby," he says simply.
I look at him for a moment, at the quiet certainty sitting in his gray eyes, and something that has been wound tight in the center of my chest for three years loosens by one small, significant degree.
"No," I say softly. "You're not."
Cliff's lips press to the side of my neck again, slower this time, and his arms slide fully around my waist, crossing over my stomach and pulling me back into him until there's no space left between us.
He holds me there, not moving, not pushing for anything, holding me with the kind of steadiness that makes me feel like the ground has finally stopped shifting under my feet.
“You’re such a good omega.” Raff leans in and presses his lips to my forehead, holding them there for a moment.
When he pulls back, his eyes drop to my mouth, and the tenderness in them shifts into something warmer and more deliberate, and the air in the room changes by a single degree.
"I’m so proud of you," he says softly. Then he tilts my chin up and kisses me again.
It starts slow and careful, his mouth barely moving against mine.
Raff's hand slides from my jaw into my hair, fingers curling at the base of my skull, and I lean into it, opening for him, and the kiss deepens until my hands find the warm skin of his chest and press flat against it.
Cliff's lips find the curve of my shoulder from behind, inching upward toward my neck. His hands slide from my stomach to beneath my tank top, his palms spreading wide as he cups my breasts.
His thumbs brush over my nipples, and they instantly harden into tight, sensitive points.
Electricity courses through me as he circles them, the rough texture of his thumbs against my skin sending jolts straight to my core. My back arches instinctively, pressing my breasts deeper into his hands as a soft gasp escapes me, pushing into Raff’s mouth.
Between the two of them, I don't know where to focus.
Every time my attention settles on Raff's mouth, it gets pulled back to Cliff's hands, and every time I lean into Cliff's warmth at my back, Raff does something with his tongue that drags me forward again.
I'm caught perfectly between them, suspended in the middle of all that heat and patience, and my body doesn't know whether to melt or combust.
Raff breaks the kiss and pulls back just enough to look at my face, his chest rising and falling faster than it was a minute ago.
I blink and my tank top is pulled over my head, hitting the floor somewhere behind Raff. The cool air of the room touches, my bare skin for exactly one second before Raff leans down and closes his mouth over one nipple. I gasp loudly as my hands fly to his shoulders.
"You have perfect tits," Cliff growls against my ear, his voice rough with desire. His hand slides up the front of my throat, tipping my head back against his shoulder. He looks down at me as Raff captures my other nipple, sucking hard.
A moan drifts from my throat, and Cliff’s eyes flash.
"I love the pretty sounds you make,” he growls, then his mouth is suddenly on my mating bite. The second his lips touch it, our bond flares open, wide and warm, and what comes through is so purely him.
Want and tenderness and something fierce and protective underneath both of them, that my eyes close and my whole body goes liquid.
"I've got you," he murmurs against the mark. "Both of us have you."
Raff's tongue flicks my nipple, as his hands slide down over my stomach to the waistband of my shorts, his fingers curling into the fabric slowly, giving me every opportunity to say no.
But I arch my back instead, and both alphas move at once.
Cliff grips my hips and lifts me as Raff pulls my shorts down and off in one smooth motion, taking my underwear with them.
But before I can fully process that I’m completely naked, Cliff pulls me back against his chest, and suddenly I'm lying in the middle of the bed with his long legs on either side of my body.