"She’s going to love this," I say. Not because I'm certain of it, but because I’m praying it's true.
"I hope this inspires her to nest." Cliff moves around the end of the bed toward me, and the shift in his energy is immediate and unmistakable. The quiet domesticity of making a bed evaporating in the space of two steps, replaced by something that makes the air in the room feel different. Thicker. More deliberate.
He stops in front of me and I meet his eyes straight on. I have an inch on him in height, but he's broader than me by a significant margin and absolutely knows how to use every inch of it.
“Raff.” Cliff reaches out and grabs the front of my shirt without any preamble whatsoever, pulling me in until there's nothing between us, and says against my mouth, "I've been thinking about fucking you all goddamn day."
Then he kisses me.
We don't do gentle with each other. We never have.
There's no easing into it, no soft preliminary press of lips. When Cliff kisses me, it's all teeth and intention, his mouth coming down on mine with the kind of force that makes the back of my neck prickle.
I grab the pack alpha’s jaw with both hands and plunder his mouth, feeling the scrape of stubble against my palms, tasting smokey, dark chocolate and musk.
His hands find my hips and he walks me backward until my ass hits the dresser, and I pull him in by the collar until there's no space left between us. His body is a wall of solid muscle and heat and six years of knowing exactly where to put his hands to make my brain go completely offline.
I bite his lower lip hard enough to make him pull back half an inch, his eyes dropping to my mouth with an expression that says he's deciding what to do about that.
"I can't wait to see you fuck her," he says, his voice dropping in a way that makes my dick throb against my zipper.
"Yes," I growl against his mouth and kiss him again.
Cliff’s hands slide from my hips around to my lower back, pulling me in harder, and I grip the back of his neck and hold him there, kissing him deep and slow.
A soft sound comes from the doorway.
We break apart.
Elowen is standing at the threshold in a matching pajama set, little purple shorts that barely clear the tops of her thighs and a tank top stretched tight across her pretty tits. The thin fabric is practically see-through, giving me the perfect view of her dark nipples.
And the look on her face is everything.
Her lower lip is caught between her teeth as her dark eyes drift over every inch of where we’re touching.
"Sorry," she says, her voice coming out a little breathless. "I didn’t mean to interrupt. The door was open."
"Don't apologize, omega." Cliff purrs, releasing me but keeping his eyes locked on our omega. He takes a deliberate step toward her, his voice dropping to that low, commanding tone that makes my cock swell. "We were talking about you."
He stops in front of her, close enough that she has to tilther head back to meet his gaze. His hand comes up to trace the line of her jaw, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip.
"Now, get in bed."
In The Bed
Elowen
This has beena day from hell.
My mind, body, and soul all ache from being reminded of every awful thing I’ve endured over the last few years, but seeing my two sexy alphas kiss each other like that just might fix me.
“Elowen,” Cliff growls my name softly, and my eyes snap to his face.
“Yes?” I already sound breathless.
“In bed.” He stares deep into my eyes. “Now, pretty girl.”
My body shutters, and I move, slick gathering between my thighs with each step.
