Page 33 of The Raven's Alpha

His eyes are clouded with pent-up arousal. His skin is smooth and warm beneath my fingertips, and I can feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. “Darcy,” I whisper, my voice barelyaudible over the pounding of my heart. “Are you sure? Are you ready for this?” His gaze flickers up to mine, his pupils constricting as he searches for something in my expression.

With a sudden surge of strength, Darcy wraps his legs around my back, his fingers digging gently into my skin as he guides my cock towards his tender opening. As I push past the velvety softness of his entrance, I'm met with a subtle resistance that sends shivers down my spine. His eyes lock onto mine, filled with a mixture of trust and anticipation, I pause for a moment, savouring the intimacy of the moment. With a gentle thrust, I ease deeper into him, feeling the wet warmth envelop my cock like a soft caress.

I push deeper into Darcy's warmth, his hand is tight against the swollen base of my cock, his fingers gentle but firm as he guides me deeper into his body. The sound of his ragged breathing fills my ears, and I'm acutely aware of the scent of his skin, sweet and musky. Staring into his eyes, I feel my heart racing like a drumbeat in my chest, and for the first time in my life, I feel like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be. I can see the same deep emotions in his gaze, a sense of recognition and belonging that goes beyond words.

When I push as deep as I can go with Darcy's hand still wrapped around my rigid shaft, I feel his channel clamp down on me like a vice. His fingers release their grip, and I'm swallowed whole by his warmth. His moan rumbles in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, I feel his body tremble beneath mine. The scent of his sweat and the sound of his ragged breathing fills my senses, making me feel alive and connected to him in a way I've never experienced before.

The gentle pressure of his fingers on my skin, the soft whisper of his breath, and the warmth of his body against mine all conspire to create an experience that's both exhilarating and overwhelming. The fantasy I'd built up over the years couldn't have prepared me for the raw emotion that surges through me as our bodies move together inperfect sync. It's as if my entire being is awakening to a new reality, one that's both familiar and foreign

Darcy tightens his legs around my waist, his heels digging gently into the tender curve of my ass, I'm struck by the sheer intimacy of the moment. I pull out slowly, savouring the velvety softness of his inner walls as they caress my cock, before he drives me back into him with a forceful push. The sound of his ragged breathing and the scent of his sweat fill my senses as I impale him on my length with a primal urgency. The sensation is almost overwhelming, yet I crave more - more pressure, more friction, more connection.

He forces my thrusts to grow more insistent, my movements become a primal dance, my body taking over as I drive myself harder into him. The pleasure builds inside me like a storm, threatening to consume me whole. I'm desperate not to lose this feeling, this sense of abandon and release. I'm so caught up in the sensations that I can barely keep my eyes open, yet I don't dare let them slip closed - not for an instant. The sound of his hitched breathing is music to my ears, the scent of his skin intoxicating me as I bury my face in its warmth.

I pound into him, Darcy's husky moans vibrate through me, sending shivers down my spine. His breathy sighs mix with the sound of the bed creaking beneath us as he throws his hips up and clutches at me with a desperate intensity. I hold my weight up on one arm, wrapping the other around his hip as I lift his body off the bed. The feel of his skin against mine is electric, our bodies moving in tandem like a perfectly choreographed dance. I drive myself deeper into him, feeling him clench around me tighter.

Suddenly, he commands me to sit up. I lift the upper half of my body off the bed, and he snakes his fingers around my throat, his touch sending shivers down my spine. Wordlessly, Darcy moves us, guiding me into position as we shift together. I find myself sitting with my ass perched on the sheets, Darcy straddling my waist as hehumps against me. His cock leaks against my soft stomach as his ass squelches around my length, our bodies moving in tandem like a well-oiled machine. I can feel every inch of him pressed against me, his warmth seeping into my skin as he gasps for breath.

Darcy's face presses into the curve of my neck, his hot, damp breaths tickling my skin as he moans softly against me. I wrap my arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly against me as I lift my hips to meet his slow, rocking thrusts. His panting mouth moulds to mine, our lips sealed together as our bodies sway in rhythm. The scent of his cologne and sweat mingles with mine, a heady aroma that intoxicates me further as I pull him deeper into the kiss.

The intoxicating scent of ripe berries wafts through the air, drawing me in like a magnet. I breathe in deeply, inhaling the sweet fragrance with abandon, my senses reeling from the heady scent. As we kiss, I drink in the scent, my lungs filling with the fragrance that is Darcy. The world around us dissolves, leaving only the two of us lost in our own little bubble of desire. My vision blurs at the edges as I lose myself in his lips, my heart pounding in time with his.

After a couple of minutes, his kisses grow softer, his breathing heavier as he slows down. His arms loosen around me, his grip weakening as he withdraws his lips from mine, leaving a trail of saliva between our mouths. He looks up at me, his eyes burning with intensity as he whispers “Your turn, big guy. Do whatever you want with me.” His voice is low and dirty, sending shivers down my spine as I drink in the sound of it. I feel his gaze like a physical touch, warming my skin and melting my restraint.

I press my lips to his, our mouths merging in a sensual fusion. My tongue glides into his mouth, our lips tangled together in a passionate dance as I lap at his lips, our tongues tangling in a sensual rhythm. When I pull away, I slide my hand around to the small of his back, my fingers splaying across his skin as I fold one leg beneath me, my knee dipping into the soft mattress. “Keep your arms aroundmy neck, omega,” I whisper against his ear. Darcy's grip tightens, his arms holding me closer as he nuzzles into the crook of my neck.

I lean back slightly and use my leg as leverage to push him up and down as I rock him against me. His eyes are screwed shut, his face contorted in a mask of pleasure as he throws his head back and lets out a low, sultry moan. The sound sends shivers down my spine as I feel him tremble on my lap, his body convulsing in a wave of pleasure. He erupts in a burst of pleasure, his body shuddering in ecstasy as I hold him close.

I gaze at my mate, his long hair clinging to his forehead like a dark waterfall, his skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat that smells sweetly of exertion. The pink flush on his cheeks is like a soft blush on a rose petal, and his eyes are shut tightly in bliss. I feel my heart skip a beat as I take in the sight of him, my breath catching in my throat as I reach out to touch the warm skin of his chest.

“Knot me, alpha” he cries out, his breath hot against my ear as he pulls me close. His voice low and croaky, sending shivers down my spine as I wrap my arms around him, feeling his softening cock press against me. His fingers dig into my skin as he holds me tight.

I collapse onto the bed, careful not to crush my mate. My chest heaving with ragged gasps as I struggle to catch my breath. As I move inside Darcy, his body jerks with each thrust, his high-pitched moans breaking free from his lips like a symphony of his pleasure. His hole tightens around me like a hot glove, sending sparks of delight shooting through my veins. I feel his eyes on me, his gaze burning with intensity as he rocks against me, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

I can feel my body tightening like a spring ready to snap. “I’m going to come,” I warn Darcy, my voice cracking with anticipation. “Going to fill you with my hot seed.”

His eyes lock onto mine, burning with desire as he whispers, “Yes,” against my ear. The sensation builds and builds until I'm aboutto burst, and then I let go, releasing a flood of ecstasy that threatens to consume me.

As I crest the peak of pleasure, I throw my head back in abandon, the cords in my neck tightening in release. Jets of hot semen erupt from my cock, shooting straight into Darcy's waiting hole. The sensation is almost overwhelming - like a gallon of liquid heat pouring out of me and into my mate. My knot tugs against his rim as I continue to pump my hips in shallow thrusts, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. His moans fill my ears, a sweet music that drives me higher and higher until I'm left spent and panting.

Darcy's body relaxes, his muscles melting like warm wax as he surrenders to exhaustion. His limbs go limp, his body relaxing under mine as he succumbs to the aftermath. I breathe in the scent of his skin, rich and sweet, like the forest floor after a spring rain. I feel the softness of his hair against my fingertips as I glide them across his neck. Our heartbeats slow to a gentle thud, synchronising in rhythm with each breath. In this moment, I feel a deep sense of connection to this man, like our bodies are intertwined not just physically but also spiritually.

My knot slowly subsides, my legs feel like lead weights, heavy and unresponsive. My body is drenched in a sticky mixture of sweat, slick and come. The air is thick with our scents, heavy with the musk of sex. I'm too tired to breathe deeply, my chest heaving with ragged gasps. I can’t muster the energy to move, the thought of getting up and cleaning feels like too much effort, like climbing a mountain. I'm content to simply lie here, surrounded by the evidence of our passion, and let my body slowly recover from its exertions.

I jolt awake, my heart slowly thudding in my chest. Darcy's body is glued to mine, his face pressed against my chest like a warm brand. His breaths in sync with mine, our bodies humming with a gentle rhythm. I adore this closeness, but my bladder is screaming at me in protest. The warmth of his skin on mine is tantalising, and I can feelthe softness of his hair against my chin. But nature is calling, and I'm forced to acknowledge that our snuggle party has gone on long enough.

I curl my arms around Darcy's torso, trying to lift him gently onto the bed. But he startles, his eyes flying open like a trap snapping shut. His gaze meets mine, bleary and confused, and I freeze, holding my breath as he takes in our surroundings. His body feels heavy against mine, his weight a gentle pressure that I can't help but feel grateful for. “Sorry Darling, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Darcy rubs his eyes, creases of sleep etching his face like a natural map. His yawn is a slow, rumbling thing that vibrates through his chest, making me smile. As he opens his eyes, dark circles and puffy skin betray the exhaustion that clings to him like a shroud. “Ah,” he says, his voice husky from sleep, “it's fine.”

“Shall we go and clean up, and then I’ll make us something to eat?” I ask, hoping he'll be up for it after his long sleep. My mate nods in agreement, his eyes still bleary from slumber. I climb off the bed, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I stand upright again. As I move towards the bathroom, Darcy extends his arms, his fingers stretching out like tentative vines. He wraps them around my waist, pulling me close as he rises from the bed. His body feels warm and solid against mine, and I breathe in deeply, savouring the scent of sleep and Darcy that clings to him like a whispered secret.

I lean down and scoop him up in my arms, his legs wrapping tightly around my waist as I carry him to the bathroom. I lean down further, my chest pressed against Darcy's as I turn the taps on, filling the tub with a rich, lavender-scented bath. The water rises slowly, its gentle lapping at the edge of the tub releasing a soothing hiss that harmonises with Darcy's contented sighs. I sway my mate in my arms, his body fits snugly against mine, his heart beating in time with mine.

I turn off the taps, and step into the tub with Darcy still cradled in my arms, the warm air enveloping us, filled with the sweet scent of lavender and a hint of steam. I lean back against the tub's edge, closing my eyes and letting the water's gentle warmth seep into our bones. The silence is almost palpable, punctuated only by the soft lapping of the water against the tub and Darcy's gentle snores. I feel his body further relax against mine, his breathing slowing as he drifts off to sleep. His snores grow heavier and deeper, I reach for the washcloth and begin to soap up my mate's skin, my fingers gliding over his muscles as I work out the tension from his body. The suds tickle his skin, causing him to stir slightly before settling back into a peaceful sleep.

I continue to wash Darcy's skin, my mind begins to quiet, and the doubts that have plagued me start to dissipate like mist in the morning sun. The gentle lapping of the water against the tub, combined with the softness of his skin beneath my fingers, is a sensory experience that slowly erases the lingering doubts from my mind. I recall the moment I met him, and how I felt an unshakeable connection with him, like a spark had been lit within me. As I rinse off the soap, I realise that sense of certainty has only grown stronger with each passing day. The voice in my head that once whispered‘you're not good enough’has fallen silent, replaced by a growing conviction that I am exactly what Darcy needs.

I wash Darcy's hair, his raven-black locks cascading down his back like a waterfall, and I'm transfixed by their darkness and depth. My fingers weave through the tangled strands, feeling the softness of each individual strand as they slide through my touch. The water temperature is just right, warm but not hot, and I breathe in deeply as I work out the knots and snags. The scent of shampoo and soap mingles with the sweet scent of our bodies, filling my lungs with a heady aroma that makes me feel drunk with desire. As I rinse his hair,I'm struck by the way it clings to my skin like a second skin, sending shivers down my spine and awakening a deep longing within me.