Chapter 30 #2
The heat of his skin against mine sends a shiver through me, and I realize with a jolt that Cliff is completely naked. I can feel his cock pressing against my lower back, thick and hard and impossible to ignore.
At the foot of the bed, Raff watches us with dark eyes as he unbuckles his belt and pushes his jeans down.
His cock springs free, big and already leaking at the tip, and he kicks his jeans aside without taking his eyes off me.
Then he slowly crawls up the bed toward me, his eyes locked on mine, making my breath go shallow.
Raff's hands slide up the inside of my thighs, feeling the slick coating my skin, and he lets out a low, appreciative sound. "Oh, Cliff." His gray eyes flick up to his alpha over my shoulder. "She is absolutely soaked."
Cliff's hands slide down from my waist, moving slowly until they find the backs of my knees.
He lifts them carefully, bending my legs and placing my feet flat on the tops of his thighs.
The position opens me up completely, spreading me wide with nowhere to hide.
The cool air hits my exposed skin and I suck in a sharp breath.
"God," Raff breathes as he stares at my bare pussy. "Look at you." He licks his lips, thumbs tracing slow lines up my inner thighs without touching where I need him most.
Behind me, Cliff makes a low sound against my neck that vibrates through my whole body.
Raff's eyes flick up to mine, dark and steady. "Keep your eyes open," he says quietly. "I want you to watch."
Then he lowers his head and puts his mouth on me, and every coherent thought I have dissolves.
The first touch of his tongue against my clit makes me quiver. "Raff," I gasp, my fingers sliding against the short, bristly buzz of his hair.
Cliff palms my breasts, pinching my nipples lightly as Raff continues to devour my pussy. The dual sensations are overwhelming.
The flat of Raff’s tongue presses against me before the tip circles my clit, then flicks it in quick, teasing patterns. Each flick sends a shock 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. My hips buck up into Raff's face, seeking more.
Cliff's hand presses flat against my stomach, holding me down, as Raff’s tongue works faster, harder.
"Raff," I gasp. "Please.” I moan loudly as Cliff bites down hard on my mating bite.
Raff slides two fingers inside me without breaking the rhythm of his tongue, curling them just right, and the combination is so overwhelming that my head falls back against Cliff's shoulder and a broken sound tears out of my chest.
"Raff," I gasp. "I'm going to—"
"Give it to me," he says against me, and he doesn't slow down. He speeds up.
“Come on that fucking tongue,” Cliff commands, and my body instantly obeys.
My orgasm hits me like a wave I didn't see coming, cresting and breaking all at once.
It rolls through me in long, shuddering pulses that make me arch off Cliff's chest. My fingers twist in the sheets beside me, my feet pressing hard into the tops of Cliff's thighs, and the sound I make is embarrassingly loud in the quiet room.
Raff works me through every last second of it, his fingers and his tongue not letting up until my whole body is trembling uncontrollably, and I push weakly at his shoulders because I can't take any more.
Finally, the alpha pulls back, pressing one last kiss to the inside of my thigh before lifting his head. His mouth is wet and his eyes are very dark and he looks deeply, insufferably pleased with himself.
"Good girl," Cliff says against my hair, his hand stroking up and down my stomach while I come back to myself in pieces. "That's it. Breathe."
I let out a long, shaking breath and stare at the ceiling, buzzing and loose and warm.
Raff crawls up the bed until he's level with my face, his hands braced on the bed next to Cliff’s hips. He tilts his head, looking at me with that slow, wicked smile. "Still with us?" he asks.
"Barely," I manage, and I feel my face flush hot once again.
Raff laughs, low and genuine, and kisses the corner of my mouth.
Behind me, Cliff shifts, and Raff grabs my hips, lifting me as Cliff moves.
I feel the loss of my pack alpha’s warm body for a moment before he repositions himself until he's kneeling between my legs where Raff just was.
Cliff’s hands find my hips, turning me gently onto my stomach, and I go without resistance, my body still too loose and warm to do anything but follow wherever he leads.
Raff stretches out beside me, his head propped on one hand, watching. His cock is still hard against his stomach and I reach out without thinking, wrapping my hand around him, and he pulls in a sharp breath through his nose.
"Look at that," he murmurs, his eyes dropping to my hand. "She multitasks."
I would laugh but Cliff's hand slides up the center of my back, slow and warm, pressing me flat against the mattress, and whatever was about to come out of my mouth dissolves completely.
Cliff leans down, his lips finding the back of my neck, then the center of my spine, working his way down with that same devastating patience both alphas have. His cock presses against the back of my thigh, hot and insistent, and I lift my ass up toward him, desperate for more.
"Please," I say into the pillow.
I feel him smile against my skin as his cock taps my entrance. "Please what, omega?"
"Cliff,” I whine his name, then push back again.
"Such a needy little thing," he says softly. And then he pushes inside me.
The stretch of him filling me from this angle is so deep and complete that I accidentally squeeze Raff’s shaft hard. The alpha moans, clearly loving it.
Cliff stills for a moment, giving me time to adjust, his hands moving in slow circles against my hips. Then he pulls back and drives forward again, and any remaining ability I had to form a coherent thought leaves the building entirely.
The pack alpha sets a pace that's deep and unhurried, each thrust rolling through my whole body, and I feel every inch of him with a clarity that makes my eyes blur.
Raff's hand finds my hair, turning my face toward him, and he kisses me while Cliff fucks me into the mattress.
The combination of Raff's mouth and Cliff's hips is so overwhelming that I can feel another orgasm already building, embarrassingly fast, low and insistent at the base of my spine.
Through the bond, Cliff's pleasure bleeds into mine. Warm and dark and consuming, layering over my own until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins.
Raff breaks the kiss and looks at my face, reading something there that makes his eyes go very dark. "She's close again," he tells Cliff over my shoulder, like I'm not right here between them.
Cliff's rhythm doesn't falter. "I know," he says. "I can feel her."
Reaching down, Raff pushes his hand under my body, finding my clit, and I cry out into the pillow as he circles it in time with Cliff’s thrusts.
It’s all too much and not enough all at once, and I'm already so oversensitive from Raff's mouth that it takes approximately no time before I'm shaking apart for the second time, my inner walls clamping down around Cliff so hard that he groans against the back of my neck.
He follows me over with three more deep, grinding thrusts, burying himself to the hilt and staying there until he starts to swell.
The base of his cock thickening, pressing against my entrance, and my breath catches because I know what's coming and my body wants it so badly it frightens me a little.
The knot locks into place with a pressure so profound and complete that every nerve I have fires at once.
I make a sound that is entirely beyond my control, a broken, sobbing moan that tears from my throat as his knot pulses deep inside me.
The sudden, searing warmth of cum floods me, so much of it that I can feel it filling me, a relentless, deep tide that seems to have no end.
A dizzying, primal thought flashes through my mind—that he's pumping so much of himself into me that surely I must be swelling with it, my belly growing taut and round with his seed. And the desperate, hopeful ache that follows is so sharp and potent it steals my breath.
I want it.
I want to be swollen with him, marked and full and changed from the inside out.
"Breathe," Raff whispers as he kisses my face, his lips brushing my eyelids, my temple, the corner of my mouth. "Breathe, baby."
"Fuck," Cliff's voice is strained with the effort of holding himself still. His arms come around me, gathering me back against his chest, turning us onto our sides so the weight of him isn't pressing me into the mattress. "Breathe, Elle. I've got you."
Raff is right there, his hand finding my face, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. "So perfect." His eyes travel down my body, then back up, past my shoulder to Cliff. "Lift her leg," he says, his voice thick with desire. "I want to see."
Cliff's strong hand grips my thigh, lifting it high.
The movement exposes where we're joined, my cunt stretched tight around his knot.
Raff moves down the bed, lowering his head until his breath fans against my sensitive skin. Then his tongue touches me, and I cry out. He laps at where Cliff's knot is wedged inside me, licking my stretched skin and then circling my puffy clit.
"Fuck yes," Cliff groans against my ear, his voice thick with pleasure. "Don’t stop, alpha.”
His hips gyrate, tiny thrusts that push his knot deeper even though it's already locked inside me. Each movement sends a jolt through my oversensitive body.
Raff’s hot tongue keeps working my clit in expert circles as Cliff’s knot pulls at my inner walls.
"More," I gasp, not even recognizing my own voice. "Please, more."