Page 32 of The Raven's Alpha

I shake my head, “I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment and I’m ready. I want you Eddy, now and forever. You’re mine and I’m yours.” Eddy stares at me for a little while, his head tilting this way and that as he processes my words.

I tilt my head, my eyes locked on his, as I whisper, "I've been waiting for this moment, craving the rush of desire that only you can ignite. You're the fire that fuels my soul, Eddy. Make me yours." His gaze holds mine, his eyes burning with intensity as he drinks in my words.

"Roll over, Darcy." I comply, my movements fluid as I shimmy up the bed and settle against the pillows.

I watch as my alpha sheds his clothes, his body revealed inch by inch. The pile of discarded fabric on the floor is a testament to the passion that's about to unfold.

Finally, Eddy stands tall at the foot of the bed, a vision of masculine perfection. His eyes, like dark pools of molten chocolate, burn with an inner fire as he gazes down at me, his expression a blend of desire and dominance. The soft glow of the setting sun streaming through the window casts a flattering glow on his soft skin, highlighting his furry chest and heavy abdomen.

I'm struck by the sheer magnificence of his physique. His dark brown fur-covered chest is a sight to behold, and his broad shoulders are a testament to his strength. His muscles ripple beneath his skin, providing a tantalising glimpse of the power that lies beneath. His stomach, slightly softer than the rest of his body, seems specifically designed for me to rest my head against and lavish affection upon. The contrast between his rugged torso and his chiselled features only adds to his allure.

Overall, my mate is a delicious looking man.

It's Eddy's face that holds the greatest allure for me. Unbeknownst to him, my alpha wears his emotions like a badge of honour, allowing his feelings to shine brightly on his face. The saying ‘the eyes are the windows to the soul’ is particularly appropriate when applied to Eddy. His eyes, like two rich, dark chocolates, have revealed a kaleidoscope of emotions to me – joy, sorrow, and even a flicker of mischief on more than one occasion. And in this moment, they radiate love and trust, a warmth that draws me in like a moth to flame.

As Eddy begins to crawl up the bed, our bodies seem to synchronise in a choreographed dance. His hands glide up my legs, and I reciprocate by running my fingers through his hair, the strands curling around my fingers like soft vines. The instant his chest makes contact with mine, my body erupts in a flurry of goosebumps, my skin sizzling with anticipation. He presses his lips to mine, and we remain suspended in this tender moment, lost in the sensory bliss of our connection.

The tender moment stretches out, our bodies entwined and our breaths synchronised, our hearts beating in harmony. But beneath the surface, the tension builds, like a storm brewing on a summer day. The air is charged with tension, and I can feel my own desire coursing through me like a river bursting its banks. Suddenly, Eddy's hands tighten around me, his fingers digging into my skin as he claims my mouth with a hungry kiss. His groan is low and primal, and I feel my own response echoing through my body. My slickness spreads across the sheets, and I'm aware of Eddy's own arousal as he leaves a sticky trail against my thigh. A throaty giggle escapes me as I revel in the raw passion that now consumes us.

He leans back, a mischievous glint in his eye, and says, "Sorry about that." I giggle and stick my tongue out as I pop the sticky evidence into my mouth. "Don't apologise, Eddy," my voice husky with amusement.

Chapter Twelve

Eddy Elwood

Darcy inserts his fingers into his mouth, eyes never leaving mine, and I'm caught in the intensity of the moment. His tongue curls around his fingers, and he lets out a low, husky groan as he savours my taste. The sound sends a thrill through me, and I feel my desire spike in response. Typically, I'd be mortified by such an intimate act, but his unbridled pleasure only adds to my arousal.

My arousal is absolute and unwavering. The truth is, I'm utterly shameless when it comes to Darcy. The mere thought of him, the sight of him, the sounds of his pleasure... everything about him sets me aflame. He writhes and moans, his fingers deep inside his mouth. My cock throbs with an insatiable hunger, leaking precum in eager anticipation. The more he squirms, the more I'm tormented by the need to claim him.

Darcy's fingers slide out, his gaze locked on mine, his eyes burning with desire. His sultry voice sends shivers down my spine as he whispers, "Are you going to fuck me now?”

I'm frozen in place, my tongue caught in my throat as his provocative words threaten to strangle me. My face ignites with a fiery blush, and my pulse pounds in my ears like a drumbeat as I feel my blood surge through my veins, simultaneously fuelling my cock and my embarrassment. I manage to stammer out a hesitant "Ah... yes, please."

‘Good job Eddy. Why are you being so polite about it? He wants you to claim him!’Mygrizzly scolds.

His laughter is gentle, a golden warmth that seeps into my bones. His full lips curve upwards, revealing a flash of straight white teeth, as he chuckles. The sound is like a sunrise on a summer morning – bright, cheerful, and utterly disarming.

“Oh Eddy, you’re a real sweetheart, you know that?” I shrug my shoulders and run my fingers along Darcy’s ribcage, I'm struck by the subtle contours of his slender frame. His chest rises and falls with each breath, a slow, steady drumbeat that seems to synchronise with my own heart. I feel a pang of affection for this quiet, gentle soul, and I find myself wanting to nurture him, to feed him and care for him in ways that go beyond mere sustenance.

Not to say I want to change him, he’s perfect just the way he is, I just image he doesn’t eat well enough when he’s all alone in that big mansion in the hills.

I feel my breath catch in my throat as he reaches out with those long, lean fingers. His fingertips graze against my skin, sending shivers down my spine as he asks in a whispered voice, “Fuck me?” He then wraps his hand around me, his palm warm and firm as he begins to stroke me with a slow, deliberate rhythm. I feel myself melting into his touch, my body responding to the subtle pressure.

I trail my fingertips down his stomach, tracing the contours of his abdomen before reaching his hips. My fingers brush against his tight ring of muscle, sending a shiver down my spine as I begin to push inside, but before I can go further, Darcy's hand wraps around mine, holding me back as he gazes up at me with an intense hunger in his eyes. “I want you to fill me up,” he whispers, his voice husky. “I want to feel your cock inside me, feel the burning stretch as you push past my resistance.” His words send a thrill through me as I pause, my fingers poised at the entrance to his body.