She yelps, glaring at me, but before she can open her bratty mouth, I thrust two fingers into her tight, wet, channel in a brutal rhythm, squeezing her breast with the other hand.
“Some other time, I might let you show me how you touch yourself, what you like, but right now, I’m the one who’s gonna make you scream.” I bring my fingers out and slap her wet clit again, making a squelching sound that’s obscene. My cock jerks, desperate to get inside her. I can already tell she’s gonna feel so good.
When I lean down and suck her clit into my mouth, she’s done for.
She comes, screaming my name, and it’s all I can do not to bite her right here and now. I might be able to stop my teeth, but I can’t stop my cock. I crawl up her body and line myself up, parting her labia with my tip. Our eyes lock, and I curse at the completely ravenous look on her face.
“Shit, condom?” I almost forgot.
She rocks her hips forward, sucking me in another centimeter. “I’ve got an implant. And I got tested before coming here.”
“Same,” I grunt, the word barely making it past myclenched teeth. Holding myself here just an inch inside her is torture. “If you want to see my results, I can.”
“I trust you. I want to feel you without anything between us.”
I don’t know everything about Raven’s past, but I know those words don’t come easily for her. She might submit easily, but that’s a survival strategy. She doesn’t trust. She doesn’t open herself up. She isn’t vulnerable. But right now, for me, she is. So beautifully unguarded, and I think I’m falling in love with her.
Rather than say the words that I know might scare her, I slowly sink all the way to the hilt, burrowing so deep I hope I reach her shielded heart. She sucks in a ragged breath. I pause, letting her adjust.
“I had no idea it would feel so… so…” She trails off, unable to explain. But she doesn’t need to.
“I know.” Kissing her forehead, I begin to move. Slow, steady, deep thrusts. I’m gonna make her feel so good, she’ll never want to leave me behind.
I’ve fucked women. Banged men. I’ve been the love ‘em and leave ‘em type. But this is different. This is raw, and beautiful. This is making love. I’m alpha enough to admit that. To embrace this wholeheartedly.
Raven writhes underneath me, her tight channel gripping me like a vise. Her hips meet my thrusts, and I hook her knee over my elbow before pushing it toward her chest. The new angle makes her eyes fly open.
“Oh, Foster, fuck!” She’s panting and cursing but doesn’t look away. I hold her gaze as she comes undone, seeing my future in her eyes.
A few more thrusts is all it takes for me to fall over the edge. I somehow remember not to thrust my knot deepinside her. As much as I want to, it’s a bit much for her first time. Instead I wrap my fist around it and squeeze rhythmically as I empty my seed in her fluttering cunt.
Breathing heavily, I bring my forehead down to meet hers. “Mine.” I breathe.
Raven smiles and agrees, “Yours.”
47
ORION
The state-of-the-art gym is crowded at this time of morning, noisy with different languages. I find an open spot and start my daily yoga routine. Curlers need flexible hips and great balance, as well as a constant awareness of everything around them. Yoga’s helped me with that. Though today, it’s doing nothing to curb the anxious, nauseous feeling in my gut. It’s there whenever I’m away from Raven. Seeing each other sporadically is barely keeping the symptoms at bay. I felt the best I’ve felt this morning after sleeping at her feet, but now I’m nauseous and achy even though we only left our place less than fifteen minutes ago.
Physically, I might feel the worst because of the direct bond, but we’re all on edge. It’s not helping that there’s a low hum of arousal coming from Raven’s side of the bond. What the hell is she doing? Is she touching herself? Is Foster touching her?
I glance over at Tanner, sweating as he lifts 330 poundsin a dead lift. I barely restrain a grimace as I see his muscles straining while he holds the weight for a moment before setting it down with a thunk on the rubber floor. The tight set of his jaw lets me know he’s probably wondering the same things I am. He’s pushing himself to exhaustion, taking out all of his aggression on himself, as usual.
Vann found a treadmill and is running full speed like he’s chasing something. We all look ten seconds away from snapping.
All except Rhodes. He’s got his headphones in, likely listening to some science podcast or something while he calmly does squats. He’s not feeling the sexual frustration from not being with our turned-on omega like the rest of us are, but he’s been just as distracted this morning. He’s probably done close to a hundred squats already, but hasn’t stopped. I’m not sure if the podcast’s really that distracting or if it’s something else. My money’s on something else.
“Hey.” I try to get Rhodes’ attention. Someone needs to keep Tanner and Vann from injuring themselves. And I know if I stop my flow, I’ll probably end up punching a wall and going off as hot-headed as Vann.
“Rhodes!” I try again. When Rhodes finally looks at me, I nod toward the others. “Tell them to cool down.”
While Rhodes goes to talk to our teammates, I shift positions, flowing into crow pose. The first person I ever saw do this pose was Raven. It was back in high school, in our small town in Michigan. I was walking down Main Street and passed by a yoga studio with massive floor-to-ceiling windows. She was in there practicing all on her own. I couldn’t stop watching her. Every movement was both graceful and strong, which was shocking to me because I always saw her as scrawny and clumsy. Just thatmorning she’d tripped over her own feet in math class. But in that studio, she was different.
I went home and tried the pose. It didn’t look that difficult. I ended up face-planting hard enough to give myself a bloody nose.
I’ve never told anyone about that. I watched Raven a lot after that. But I never talked to her, never stood up for her when Tanner and Vann were laying into her. I just watched.
