Raven wiggles, shaking her little ass as she squirms higher so her nose is right against my throat. Her head shoots up, the dark center of her eyes wide open, like a lake I want to fall into. Her lips part.
“Irish Coffee,” she gasps. “Coffee and cream and whiskey.”
Guess the cat’s out of thebag.
“Mine,” she murmurs a second before our mouths meet. Her lips are hot enough to burn, like she’s trying to sear this memory into me. She gasps, and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue exploring every inch of her mouth the way I’ve longed to for days. No, since the moment I saw her. I tried to lie to myself, but I knew, even then, this was inevitable. I’m hers.
She pulls back first, blinking and shaking her head. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was going to, but I didn’t want to add to everything you’re already dealing with.” My throat tightens because there’s more to it than that. I was scared to tell her. I planned to do it with a rational conversation after the Olympics once I wasn’t her bodyguard anymore. But then her date with Orion went so well last night, and I may have irrationally, impulsively flushed all my scent blockers down the toilet in a jealous fit.
“Does this mean you’re done pushing me away?” There’s a note of insecurity in her voice that I don’t like. Is she really still uncertain about how I feel? Even after yesterday in the doctor’s office? Although, that was a heat spike, so maybe she just thinks I was helping her through it and nothing more.
“I probably shouldn’t have kissed you,” she says, trying to get up.
I lock my arms around her middle and hold her against me. “I never wanted to push you away,principessa.” I kiss her forehead, her cheek, her lips. “I never intend to do it again.”
“Good,” she half whines, half whimpers. “Because I want you.”
A sharp spike of cinnamon rends the air. She sits up,knees landing on either side of my hips as she pulls her shirt over her head. She’s not wearing a bra, and her sweet little breasts are peaked like lickable treats right in front of my face.
She rocks her hips against me, dragging her core along my stiff dick. A gush of slick soaks right through the leggings she’s wearing and dampens the sweatpants I threw on before she dragged me over here last night.
I press the back of my wrist to her forehead. She doesn’t feel feverish.
She giggles softly. “This isn’t a heat spike. I just… want you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” She stops rolling her hips against me and tucks her hair behind her ears. “But, um, I’ve never done this before.”
“Never?” I find that hard to believe. She’s gorgeous, kind, smart, funny. How has no one seen that before? Or maybe they have, but she just didn’t want them. That makes something primal and possessive swell inside me.
Raven draws circles on my chest with one finger, not meeting my eyes. “There’s never been much time for romance, and I… haven’t trusted alphas easily.”
I can’t help wondering if the three alphas who just left are part of that. I grit my teeth but try not to let that thought distract me.
Raven stills and looks up at me with those big beautiful eyes. “I trust you. I want it to be you.”
Fuck, she’s gonna kill me. A stronger man would walk away, or at the very least slow down, make sure she’s ready. I thought I was a strong man, but I’m weak for my omega. Something primal grips me knowing I’ll be herfirst. It’s antiquated, yeah, but my alpha is beating his chest anyway. I’m going to make this so good for her.
“I’ve got you,cucciola.” I flip us in one quick movement. When her back hits the couch, I wrap my fingers around the waistband of her pants and pull them down along with her underwear. Fuck, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. A naked, needy Raven is more than I can handle. No wonder Orion couldn’t resist. My teeth throb with the need to sink into her, taste her blood and her bond.
Sweet, desperate noises leave Raven’s pink lips when I drag two fingers between her legs. Sweat glistens on her skin making her look like she’s glowing. I spread her thighs and smear her arousal around her pussy lips. She’s so damn wet. She arches, pushing her hips up toward me, head thrown back as she lets out a low moan.
“More, Foster, please.” She grips her breasts, roughly squeezing and kneading the globes. “I need… I need…”
“I know what you need, omega.” I’m just not sure where to begin. I want to feast on every part of her. Before I can decide, sweet, meek, innocent little Raven is grabbing my cock and tugging me between her legs. I’ve never seen her demand what she wants like this, and I couldn’t be prouder of her.
“You want my cock,principessa? Is that what this greedy pussy needs?”
“Y-yes,” she moans. “Stop stalling. I’m nervous enough as it is.”
“Don’t worry, Raven. I’m gonna take good care of you.” I remove her hands from my cock and scoot down the couch so my face is between her thighs. “Just need to get you good and ready for me.”
I kiss and suck and lick her pussy, drowning in the slick that tastes like my favorite dessert, like sugar melting on my tongue, cinnamon adding a kick that’s so like her personality. Raven is sweet, but I know mycucciolahas a naughty side.
I move my tongue to thrust in her greedy hole, and my sneaky omega tries to slip her fingers down to play with her clit. I rear back and push her hand away, then give her pussy a sharp slap. “Mine.”
