Page 16 of The Raven's Alpha

I know nobody else is here, but my eyes still dart around the room and out the windows. When I’m sure I’m not going to be seen, I bring the panties to my face and shove my nose in the material. Huffing into the fabric, my knees nearly buckle from the sweet berry scent. “Oh Goddess.”

It’s wrong and if I weren’t so turned on, I’d scold myself for being such a freak. My body is burning up and I feel the perspirationstarting to trickle down my spine. I need to stop, but I can’t bring myself to stop huffing. The material so soft and silky against my face. I don’t know much about designer clothes, but I do know these must be an expensive pair from the quality of the threads.

With the panties still pressed against my face, I drag my legs to the walk-in fringe and force my way inside. Unbuckling my belt and jeans, I pull my cock out and my back arches as I begin to pump my length. The sweet smell of Darcy is making me delirious. My vision is fading as pleasure pulses through my veins.

I continue to stroke my cock and think about Darcy. What would he think of me if he knew I was sniffing his underwear while jerking off? Would he call me disgusting? Would he be appalled at my behaviour?

Something in the back of my brain tells me that he wouldn’t find it weird, maybe he’d like the idea of me getting delirious on his scent.

I slam my eyes closed as my cock starts to grow, my knot starting to form as I get close to climax. With one last deep huff, I explode. Ropes of come spurting from the end of my cock and covering my fist. My eyes leak from the overwhelming pleasure, but I can’t stop my hand from stroking and squeezing.

The problem with knots is that they can be uncomfortable when they aren’t inside a person. The base of my cock is oversensitive and the cold air from the fridge is becoming slightly painful. With one last tug, I explode all over my fist again. A mix of a growl and a wail fly from my mouth.

I fear I’m going to pass out if I don’t stop. I force my hands away from my body. One hand still holding the panties and the other hand drenched with my load. Shame washes over me.

I’ve always been proud of what a calm and normal alpha I am. I’ve never been aggressive and I’ve always been respectful of other people. Now look at me, jerking off with my mate’s underwear shoved in my face.

Chapter Seven

Darcy Mortlake

As I make my way home, a whirlwind of emotions swirls within me. The thrill of excitement, the sting of fear, and the warmth of wonder all vie for attention in my chest. It's been a day that's left me breathless, and I'm still reeling from the unexpected delight. Running the bakery is just another day for Eddy, but for me, it's been a rare and precious treat.

Just as my claws hit the ground, the realisation hits me: I left my precious cupcakes at the bakery. A pang of disappointment threatens to surface, but I gently nudge it aside. After all, tonight might be the night things fall into place, and I could spend more time with Eddy at the bakery. It's not just about the treats – it's about sharing the experience with my mate. Besides, making them at home alone would be a dull affair, lacking the spark of camaraderie and creativity that comes with working alongside someone who shares my passion.

I don't regret shifting and flying home, because it gave me the chance to flaunt my raven wings. The thrill of flight is exhilarating, and I always feel a sense of liberation as I soar through the skies. Plus, it gave me an excuse to strip off in front of my alpha. He saw me naked the first time we met and I don’t think the mortifying-ness of that event will ever leave my brain. But this time was different, we were alone and I got naked by my own choice.

I wasn't sure what I expected Eddy's reaction to be, but as I stood before him, my heart pounded in my chest. Part of me wanted him to surrender to his desires, to let his passion consume us both in themidst of the snowy winter wonderland. The bakery, with its warm lights and tantalising aromas, seemed to fade into the background as I felt his gaze upon me.

What if he couldn't resist the temptation of the naked man standing before him, and our private moment became a public spectacle? To be honest, I wouldn’t have minded putting on a show.

When he gazed into my eyes, I could sense the intensity of his desire. He struggled to maintain eye contact, his gaze occasionally drifting down to my body before snapping back to mine. The tension between us was palpable, and I revelled in the thrill of the moment.

I wanted him to be consumed by his lust, to let go of all restraint and succumb to his passion. I want him obsessed with me, to crave every moment we spend together.

The scent of his masculine pheromones wafted through the air, filling my senses and heightening my desire. His eyes seemed to hold a mesmerising gaze, as if he was drowning in the intensity of his own emotions.

I want to relive that moment tonight, to recapture the intoxicating sensation that comes with being in his presence.

I have a couple of hours to get ready, I've been bingeing on cupcakes and cookies all day, and while they're delicious, I know it's not sustainable enough in the long run. After stuffing my face with leftover pizza from last night's lazy dinner, I jump in the shower and spend some time making myself look pretty. A few hours from now, I'll be cosying up at his cabin, and I want to feel like my best self.

Most omegas have a certain body type and grooming habits they like to maintain, but I've never felt comfortable being completely hairless. My hair is naturally thinner and fairer than an alpha's, and I've learned to trim it down to keep it neat and tidy. I don't shave my legs or wax my privates – that's just not my style.

I can't help but wonder what Eddy is looking for in his omega. He mentioned waiting for his fated mate, but does that mean he's avirgin or just never been in a relationship? I don’t have any romantic or sexual experience myself, and even my friendships are kept at arm's length. It's hard for me to imagine what being in a relationship with someone is like.