Page 28 of The Raven's Alpha
As I beg, my voice trembling with need, I see the alpha in his eyes come to the surface, his pupils dilating with primal desire. "Alpha please, please give me your come," I end the plea with a high-pitched whine, one that's unfamiliar to my own ears. The alpha in Eddy has taken over, his hips lifting off the bed as he unleashes a torrent of salty release.
The tangy sweetness of his semen explodes in my mouth, a rich, velvety liquid that coats my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I struggle to swallow it down, the warm, sticky liquid seeping into my skin, leaving a trail of sensation as I try to contain it. Most of it ends up spraying on my face and down my neck, but I don't care - I'd bathe in it if I could.
As I lie there, his seed dripping from my chin and onto the bed sheets, I feel a sense of primal satisfaction wash over me. It's not just about the pleasure - it's about the connection between us, the bond that's grown stronger with each passing moment.
When his orgasm finally subsides, the sweet, earthy aroma of his semen hangs in the air, making my head spin and my senses reel. I feel my body relax, my limbs heavy and limp as I sink into the pleasure-pit that is his lovemaking. But before I can even catch my breath, Eddy's hands are on me again, grasping my hips and dragging me towards him.
I find myself perched on his face, his tongue darting in and out of my hole like a warm, slippery probe. The sensation is both intense and overwhelming, sending shivers down my spine as I try to process the sheer intimacy of the moment. I can feel the gentle pressure of his lips against my skin, the soft suckling of his mouth as he tries to coax me into submission. It's a primal sensation, one that speaks to something deep and ancient within me.
I’m suspended above him like a helpless supplicant, a sense of complete surrender washing over me. I'm no longer just an omega - I'm a vessel for his desires, a conduit for his pleasure and satisfaction. And as I gaze down at Eddy's rapt face, I know that this is what it means to be an omega - to be consumed by your alpha's passion and to find pleasure in being devoured
My body is a tightly wound spring, my abdomen tightening as Eddy's iron-grip on my hips sends me hurtling towards release. I'm so close, I can feel it building in my core, a slow-burning fire that threatens to consume me whole.
He rocks my body against his lips. I can feel the warm, gentle pressure of his mouth against my skin, the soft lapping of his tongue as he tries to force an orgasm out of me. The tingles start at the base of my spine, a gentle flutter that grows in intensity as he continuesto tease me. It's a delicious sensation, one that's both pleasurable and painful, and I'm powerless to stop it.
I'm just one small push away from the blissful edge, and I can feel myself trembling with anticipation. His grip on my hips tightens, and I know that he's not going to let me go until he's gotten everything he wants from me.
I lick my lips, the sweet, earthy tang of his semen still lingering on my tongue, a reminder of the intense pleasure we've shared. I scrape off the remnants of his mess from my neck and chest, before bringing my fingers to my mouth.
The tanginess is potent. As I push my finger into my mouth, I feel the familiar sensation of my own orgasm cresting. It's a slow-burning fire that spreads throughout my body, leaving me trembling and helpless.
I succumb to the waves of pleasure, my body trembling against his mouth, and I feel myself melting into his hold. Eddy's tongue is still moving against me, gentle and probing, and I'm lost in the sensation of being consumed by him.
I manage to roll away from his mouth and collapse in the space next to him, my chest heaving with exertion. When I look over at him, I'm struck by the sight of his face, wet and glistening with my slick. His ginger and grey beard is matted with it, the strands clinging to his skin like tiny fingers.
His features seem chiselled and intense, the lines of his beard accentuating his rugged masculinity. The way he looks at me, his eyes burning with a primal intensity, sends shivers down my spine. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my body still humming with pleasure from our encounter.
I'm struck by the raw power of his presence, the way he seems to radiate an aura of dominance and control. It's a potent combination, and I feel myself melting into his gaze, drawn like a magnet to the primal energy that surrounds him.
When my eyelids begin to droop, I fight to keep them open, my gaze drifting back to Eddy's face. His warm, damp skin meets my palm, sending shivers up my arm. The touch is like a spark plug, igniting a chain reaction of sensation that courses through my entire body.
My arm tingles, as if his touch has awakened a thousand tiny fireflies that dance along my skin. I don't hear what he says next, the words lost in the haze of pleasure that's enveloped me. I'm floating away, drifting on a sea of sensations, my senses overwhelmed by the raw power of his touch.
Chapter Ten
Eddy Elwood
I'm grateful I didn't set my alarm this morning, the thought of disturbing Darcy's slumber isn’t something I want to risk. I carefully slide out of bed, trying not to awaken him, and make my way to the bathroom to freshen up. Since we're sharing a space, I opt for a quick sink wash instead of a shower, not wanting to risk waking him up.
After I finish getting dressed, I jot down a quick note to let Darcy know I've left for work. I leave him my phone number, just in case he needs to contact me, since we haven't exchanged numbers yet. On the note I draw a little heart next to my name, hoping it'll be a sweet reminder for him when he wakes up.
As I’m preparing to leave, I take a moment to ensure the cabin is cosy and comfortable for Darcy. I quietly turn on the heat and shut the front door behind me, making sure to leave it just as I found it. I also note that Darcy used the back door last night, so he should be able to exit easily if needed.
I start the engine, pausing for a moment to let the truck warm up before hitting the road. But even as I wait, I can feel my chest constricting with a pang of longing. When I finally leave and the distance between Darcy and I grows with every mile, my Grizzly - already a bit testy from being away from my mate - growls in protest.