Chapter Thirteen

Sutton

It was difficult to believe that only yesterday, Raven had woken up from the torture that was breaking our bond. He was doing better than I’d ever seen him. Gone was the exhaustion. Gone was the weird hunger in an attempt to keep his beat sated. Gone was the pain.

Raven was glowing and happy, and somehow mine.

I was making us some scrambled eggs as he finished up his shower. We were having a lazy start to the day, both of us watching a silly superhero movie before even pretending to get ready for the day. It had been a silly one from back in the campy days of made-for-television superhero shows, the kind where you could see the cables they used to help the characters fly. It was exactly what we needed on this rainy day.

Our original plan had been for the two of us to shift together, to let our beasts play. Mother Nature put a stop to that. The storm was slamming into us, the rain coming down in sheets. Most days I’d have minded being stuck inside, and especially the earlier thunder, but today? Today I was thankful for it.

When I heard the shower turn off, I poured the egg mixture into the skillet and pressed the toaster down. If I timed it as well as I suspected I had, they would be done about the time my mate came out. And I was close, nearly having everything plated as he came out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips.

“You’re distracting like that.”

“Like what?” He walked over and took the plates out of my hands then set them on the counter.

“Damp hair. A towel your only clothing. Your abs begging me to lick them.”

“You’re going to make me have cold eggs, aren’t you.”

“They are hot. I just finished cooking them.”

“That’s not why they’ll be cold.” He grabbed the waistband of my pants and yanked me to him. “This is.”

Raven slammed his lips to mine, kissing me until my knees nearly caved.

“Take me to bed, alpha. Make me yours and let me make you mine.”

I scooped Raven into my arms and carried him to the bedroom. His lean body pressed against my chest, his tongue darting out and flicking my nipple. The scent of his desire, sweet and musky, filled my senses.

My bear rumbled with need, hungry to claim what was mine. This time, the right way.

I laid him down gently on the soft quilt, our lips still locked in a heated kiss. His hands slid under my shirt, fingertips exploring the hard planes of my abdomen. I shivered at his touch. Sitting back, I pulled off my tee and tossed it aside.

Raven licked his lips. He liked what he saw.

“You’re so sexy,” he murmured, reaching out to run his palm over my chest, brushing a thumb over one sensitive nipple, the one he’d been licking only seconds earlier.

I groaned softly. “You’re the sexy one, little bird.”

Sliding my hand down his stomach, I undid his towel. My sexy mate was completely bare for me.

Raven was a vision, his kiss-swollen lips parted, begging for more attention. My heartbeat quickened. I had never wanted anything more than I wanted this...

“Please, Sutton...I need you,” he whispered, voice trembling with desire.

“I’ve got you, little bird. I’ve got you.” I stood up long enough to rid myself of the rest of my clothing and climbed into bed with him.

Settling between his thighs, I wrapped a hand around his hard length, jerking it slowly. Raven whimpered, arching into my touch. If he thought that was good, I couldn’t wait to see what he was going to think of what came next.

Lowering my head, I licked from root to tip before taking him deep into my mouth.

“Oh gods, yes,” he moaned.

I worked him with lips and tongue, savoring his taste, relishing every gasp and shudder, living for the way he said my name. His scent flooded my senses. How was this omega mine? I didn’t deserve such an amazing individual and yet here he was, sent by fate.

As I sucked him, I reached lower. Slick gathered at his entrance. Unable to resist, I released his cock from my mouth and dipped lower, lapping at his hole, swirling my tongue around the sensitive nerve endings there.

Raven cried out, thighs falling open wider. “Need you inside me, please.”

I was so hard, so needy, had I continued working him with my mouth and fingers, I’d have come before we really started.

Rising, I claimed his mouth in a searing kiss, letting him taste himself on my tongue. “Are you sure, little bird?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I want this, want you. Make me yours.” There was a slight hesitation and, when I met his eyes to see what that was, he looked up and added, “And let me make you mine.”

Fuck yeah, I would.

With a low growl, I lined myself up and sank into his tight entrance, inch by delectable inch. Fully sheathed, I paused, letting him adjust and keeping myself from orgasming instantly. When he squirmed and begged, I waited a tad longer and then began to move. Long, deep strokes, each with more force and speed than the one before.

Every thrust brought us closer to our orgasms, and I was determined to make this perfect for him. He might’ve been forced by his last mate, and, in a way, by me, but I refused for our first joining to be anything less than everything I could give.

Raven met me stroke for stroke, bucking his hips with each thrust.

“Raven...feels so good...so perfect,” I panted against his neck, where I’d marked him.

“Don’t stop,” he pleaded. “Harder. Want to feel you for days.”

The bed creaked beneath us, and I did as he asked. Raven’s needy whimpers filled the air and fueled me.

I wrapped my fingers around his length and jerked him in rhythm with my movements. “Come for me, little bird. Let go.”

With a hoarse cry, he tensed and cried out my name, his cum coating my hand and shooting out pearly ropes.

Suddenly Raven surged up and sank his teeth into my shoulder, marking me as his mate. I roared in ecstasy, my hips stuttering as I spilled deep inside him, his knot locking us together.

I nearly collapsed on him, barely able to hold myself up while I rolled us onto our sides. I was spent and sated. I peppered his face with soft kisses. My heart felt full to bursting. He’d already been mine, but now, he claimed me as his in every way.

We belonged to each other till the goddess came to take one of us home, and, even after that, if I had a say.

We stayed there, in each other’s arms, knotted and complete. We didn’t need words; our bodies already spoke. As our breathing slowed, we remained entwined, still joined, even as my knot deflated and we separated.

I kissed the top of his head, breathing in the sweetness of his scent. “I’m yours, omega.”

He nuzzled my neck, sighing contentedly. “All mine.”

We lay there for what felt like hours, but as with all good things, it had to come to an end. Raven’s belly was grumbling. and I refused to let my omega go hungry because I wanted more snuggles. We could get back to that later.

I shifted my weight, gently disengaging our bodies.

“No. Stay.”

“Raven, as your alpha, I feel compelled to help you get cleaned up and to feed you.” I kissed the tip of his nose.

“Cleaned up like you’ll take a shower with me and wash my hair?”

“If that’s what you want, absolutely.”

The shower in here wasn’t designed for two, and we barely fit in it together, but it worked. I helped him get clean from head to toe, including washing his hair like he asked and he did the same to me. We’d have probably stayed there a lot longer, had his stomach not growled again. Food before orgasms seemed like the responsible direction to go.

I reached for the towel and wrapped it around his form. “Are you okay?”

“Just trying to wrap my mind around this being real.”

“It’s so real, we might be reheating scrambled eggs in the microwave for our meal.”

He laughed, but we didn’t do that. Instead, I found some chicken and made stir fry. It was delicious. I loved how the two of us worked together to make it happen, Raven chopped the veggies while I worked on assembling and cooking the dish.

We ate on the front steps, listening to the sounds of the animals around us.

“This is really good, but do you know what would be better?” He took my nearly empty plate from my hand.

“What?”

“Let’s hunt.” He stood up and took off his shirt.

The rule was that we couldn’t be separated, not that we had to stay in the house twenty-four hours a day, but still it felt like maybe it was breaking the spirit of the rules, especially if we hunted.

“Unless you think I might get you into trouble.” It was as if he could read my mind. And maybe he could. He felt my emotions the other day, so it would make sense.

“It might, but I’m sure we could think of something fun and less messy inside.” I stood up, grabbing his shirt on the way.

“And what is that, my sexy bear?”

I leaned forward and nibbled on the mating mark I’d given him.

“You have the very best ideas, alpha mine. The. Very. Best.”