“Oh, hey, no, snowflake.” I hold her face in both hands and force her to look at me. “This is important, omega. I need your ID badge, and I need you to stay very good and quiet while we get through security. Can you do that?”
A frown dips the corners of her pretty lips, but she nods.
“Good girl.”
She shivers, a contented smile on her face as she tries tokiss me. Before she can, I’m moving, pulling her along with a hope and a prayer.
Thankfully, this late at night, security is pretty quiet. The man asks for our badges, and I hand them over. After looking at Raven’s, he immediately looks up and scowls. “Couldn’t even make it two weeks without finding an alpha, could she?”
Do not hit the security guard. Do. Fucking. Not.
I barely manage to hold back the growl that threatens my throat. My hand on Raven’s hip tightens protectively. “Just let us through.”
He hands back the badges, muttering something I can’t hear, which is probably for the best. If he made one more remark about my omega, I’d likely be thrown out of the Olympics on assault charges.
The second we’re through security, Raven climbs me like a tree, her legs wrapped around my waist, my hands gripping the globes of her ass to hold her steady. She writhes in my arms, grinding her pussy along my abs and mewling in need. I can feel the haze start to push in, my vision darkening at the edges. I can’t go into a rut. Not now. She needs me to stay sane enough to protect her, to keep her from doing anything she’ll regret in the morning.
Somehow we make it up the stairs to crash through the apartment door. I spin and have her pressed against the wall in seconds, thrusting up to drag my cock against her hot core. Our mouths clash, a rough dance of lips and teeth. Raven sucks on my tongue, and I nearly come in my pants. I wouldn’t even be ashamed if I did, but I want to pleasure her first.
This is about her. All her.
30
RAVEN
My alpha is on his knees. He hooks my right leg over his shoulder. My boot slips off, and he pauses to kiss the athletic tape wrapping my ankle before kissing a path up my inner thigh. Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait longer than that. My sensitive core throbs, aching for more. His tongue licks and drags over my panties. Like he’s so desperate he can’t even bother to take them off before tasting me.
Good alpha. The best alpha.
I throw my head back, eyes rolling up to the ceiling. He sucks me through the fabric, and I groan, a deep vibrating noise unlike any I’ve made before. The scent he erased finally breaks through, filling the air with sweetness as it mixes with my own.
I want to praise him, to tell him how good he’s doing, how good he feels, but the words won’t come. My head is light and fuzzy. And it’s hot. Why is it so hot?
I pull my crop top off and toss it away. Cool air hits my tight breasts, and I’m so glad I opted against abra. I tweak one nipple while my other hand finds its way into my alpha’s hair. It’s just long enough for me to grip, perfect for holding.
I grind against his mouth, sparks shooting through my body. But it’s not enough. Whimpers and whines fill the air, and it takes me a disorienting moment to realize they’re coming from me.
My alpha grabs both sides of my panties and rips them clean off. I hiss as his tongue strikes flesh. He flicks the tip against my clit, and I lose all focus as an orgasm barrels through me.
“M-more,” I manage the second my pussy stops fluttering.
“You’re gonna kill me, omega.” He grabs the back of his shirt by the collar and lifts it over his head in one smooth motion, then drops it on the floor. Why is it so hot when guys do that?
I follow suit, wiggling out of my skirt. There’s too much separating us. Too much space. Too much fabric. I need him closer. Inside me. A part of me.
I lunge toward him, and he catches me, lifting me into his arms and staggering toward a bedroom as we kiss. He falls onto the bed with me on top of him. My lips don’t leave his as I fumble with his belt and shove down his pants. Not fast enough. I need him now.
When I go to remove his boxers, he stops me with a curse.
“Not those,” he says.
I shake my head, not understanding. I need it all gone. Need his skin and his scent, his knot and his bond. I grab the elastic band again.
“No, omega.Leave them on,” he barks.
I flinch, tears falling from my eyes.
“Oh, fuck, no, snowflake.” He wraps both arms around me and pulls me against his chest. “I want to… it’s just… Fuck, if I knot you, I’m gonna bond you.”
