Chapter 25 – Ravvi
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ravvi
“I’m only letting you get away with this selfish bullshit because it’s your first time.” I smirk at Damian. “And I guess to let you celebrate your bonding.”
Cove is on her hands and knees on the mattress, and even though Damian’s knot finally deflated, he wants another go at her pussy. I figure I can give him that without argument, considering the circumstances.
Also, I really want to know what Cove’s mouth feels like wrapped around my cock. We haven’t taken this step yet, but that’s mainly because I’m always so desperate to slip inside her pussy.
“Such a generous big brother.” Damian laughs, stretching his arm around Cove’s hip to tease her swollen nub.
She moans, her eyes falling shut.
Her eyes flutter behind her closed lids, and my dick weeps.
I jerk myself off, watching her tits bounce. Knee-walking forward, I come to a stop directly in front of her.
“Are you too overloaded for this?” I ask, slapping her lips with my crown.
Her head shakes, and her eyes pop open. “Wow. Your tattoos go all the way down to the base of your dick, and holy shit. You’re not circumcised.”
“No, I’m not.” I chuckle. “But don’t stress. It’s basically the same.”
“I have no idea how I missed that.”
I’m not shocked that she hadn’t noticed. I’ve mostly been the one in charge, and I haven’t exactly given her a lot of time to examine my cock.
“You’ll get the hang of it.” I pull the skin back, and Cove latches on, licking and sucking at the dripping pre-cum.
This is going to be embarrassing.
There’s no way I can put up a decent performance when her mouth is so warm and wet.
She holds herself up on one palm, grabs my hand, and brings it to her hair.
I quirk an eyebrow. “You want me to take over?”
She nods, moaning around my length, and my damn knees tremble.
I smirk, shaking my head.
Fuck me.
She really is perfect.
My eyes meet Damian’s as my fingers tangle in Cove’s long hair. “All right, it’s time to put our rhythm to the test. Do your thing, and I’ll see if I can match your strokes so we’re not working against each other.”
Damian’s teeth dig into his lower lip, and he nods, staring at where he disappears inside Cove. His hand tightens on her hip, and he thrusts. It pushes her toward me, and I give her a little extra tug with my hand in her hair, but then, he’s pulling her back toward him.
Only my crown stays on her tongue, but it’s fucking sexy. She brings a hand to work the extra few inches of my shaft, and it isn’t long until we have an easy rhythm going.
Cove hollows her cheeks, sucking like she’s desperate for my cum. My head falls back, and my eyes close at the feeling of her teasing the underside of my shaft.
Jesus. She is way too good at this.
Opening my eyes, I bring my other hand to cradle her cheek. She’s so goddamn pretty that it takes my breath away.
Blow jobs are nice, but I’d be just as happy buried balls deep in her pussy. Although, I do love watching my cock disappear between her swollen lips. It doesn’t take long before it all becomes too much. The base of my spine tingles, and my balls draw tight.
“Damn, baby.” I growl, tightening my hold in her hair. “I’m about to bust. You want me to pull out?”
Cove shakes her head, doubling down on her efforts to embarrass me. No amount of clenching my ass helps as she cups my balls, gently rolling them between her fingers.
My dick jerks violently, and she sucks down every drop of my cum. She keeps on licking and sucking long after my orgasm settles.
I tug her off my cock, using my hold in her hair to pull her up onto her knees. My slick shaft slaps against my lower stomach, but I ignore it.
“Thanks for the warning,” Damian says, chuckling.
Cove’s eyes are hooded and glassy as they meet mine. I almost second-guess myself, but she licks her lips and smiles.
That naughty little grin does my head in.
I growl, diving forward to kiss her breathless.
She tastes like me, and that both soothes and incites my instincts.
I’m lost to the way her tongue teases mine, but Cove bounces on her knees, fucking Damian.
She also grabs my still-hard cock, jerking me as we kiss.
My brother wasn’t wrong when he jokingly told me she’s an excellent multitasker.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he growls. “Swivel your hips just like that. Shit. I’m done for.”
The dangerous little omega nips at my lower lip. I’m not sure if she means to draw blood, but it taunts my instincts.
I snap, taking over the kiss. My canines dig into her lower lip before I can stop myself, and I snarl.
Cove freezes.
Damian keeps bucking up into her, jostling the two of us around as my teeth stay buried in her lip.
An eternity passes while I wait to see if she’ll accept my claiming bite. In reality, it’s probably less than three seconds before her scent floods my mind. Her surprise and excitement follow quickly after, and a moment after that, Damian’s euphoria spills through the bond.
It’s weird as hell being able to sense his pleasure, but I’m sure that’ll take time to grow accustomed to.
Nothing could kill the high that I’m riding.
I pull my teeth from Cove’s lip, nursing the bite to clean and seal it. My eyes ache like I’m about to cry, but I would never hear the end of it if I did.
I smile against Cove’s lips, and my heart races.
Holy shit.
She’s all mine.
She’s never getting away.
Cove wakes up and pops out of bed to find her bags while I’m still mostly delirious. I sit up and pull the sheet over my half-hard cock. He should be satisfied after the nonstop fucking last night, but morning wood rarely makes sense.
Damian is missing, but the water is running in the attached bathroom, so it’s not hard to figure out where he disappeared to.
Cove digs in her makeup bag, ripping out her suppressants and popping out today’s pill.
My eyes narrow.
They’re like my newfound nemesis. For the life of me, I can’t understand why she’s still taking them when they’ve made her so sick.
Cove saunters over to the bedside table, scooping up a bottle of water. She’s nude, which is a solid distraction, but I care about a lot more than her smoking-hot curves.
I love that woman, and I can’t stand the thought of something happening to her.
“Are you sure you should still be taking those?” I blurt out and grimace.
She frowns and tosses the pill into her mouth before taking a long chug of water. “I don’t think I can stop them in the middle of a pack.”
“Even if you’re having serious side effects?” I ask, trying to keep my tone light. “If any medication was making me feel as shitty as those make you feel, I’d see a doctor to ask what I should do.”
She drops the water and climbs onto the edge of the mattress. “I get what you’re saying. I really do.”
“I don’t like watching you suffer.” My hand lands on her jaw, and I brush my thumb over her cheek.
“Will you see McMillan? Please? Maybe you’re right, and you have no choice but to finish out this pack of suppressants.
If that’s the case, he might be able to give you something else to combat the nausea and migraines. ”
She brings her hand up, cupping mine. “I’ve felt better since I’ve had access to your pheromones. Who knows how bonding will change things? Give me a few days. If it doesn’t get better, I will set up a time to see him.”
My mind races.
Part of me wants to take the win, but another huge piece is concerned that she’s only agreeing to see him because her symptoms are getting worse.
Would she tell me if they were?
“Wow, I hate feeling your concern filter through the bond.” Cove brings her hand to her chest, rubbing against the ache. “I’m okay. We have two more shows here in Chicago. After that, we have a couple days off before we’re in Indianapolis. If I’m still all messed up, I’ll see him during the break.”
I want to suggest that she see him today.
My dad didn’t pay a fortune to have a certified omega specialist on tour with us for shits and giggles.
Normally tours have a registered nurse or sometimes a nurse practitioner.
It depends on their availability, but tours almost never have a full-blown medical doctor traveling around with them.
It’s too expensive, and the majority aren’t willing to keep up with the travel schedule.
I just wish she was open to taking advantage of what’s available.
Cove climbs closer, stretching out on the bed. She rests her cheek on my pec and lies on top of the sheet between my chest and arm. “I hear you. I promise, I do. If things get worse, I’ll see him sooner.”
She tosses her leg over mine, and I tilt my face down to study hers.
“I appreciate it.” I plant my hand on her lower back and bend to kiss the top of her head. It might not be exactly what I wanted to hear, but she’s giving more than she was before.
That has to count for something.
Not ten minutes pass before Cove groans, pulling her hand to her mouth. She rolls off the bed and takes off for the attached bathroom in a staggered crouch. She rips open the door and beelines for the toilet.
I push up, twisting to see what happens. I’m not shocked when the water cuts off, and Damian comes barreling out of the bathroom.
He stops by the door with his hair dripping all over his nude form and tucks his towel around his waist. “Shit. I’m sorry.
I want to take care of you. I just can’t.
I will hurl.” A particularly loud retching sound fills the air.
He gags and takes off for the door to exit the bedroom, only stopping to grab his overnight bag. “Take care of her.”
I blink at his back and get myself together.
Cove needs support and water that doesn’t come from the sink.
Fuck.
Now is not the time to say I told you so.