And underneath all of it, Perrin. Warm fabric and citrus and something uniquely, wonderfully him.
I reach for him before he's even straightened up.
He looks down at me for one second, his chest heaving and his eyes very dark, and then he reaches down and shoves his pants off in one motion, kicking them aside without looking where they land.
He's beautiful.
Broad and solid and flushed, and looking at me like I'm the only thing in the room worth looking at.
He lowers himself over me slowly, his forearms bracketing my head, and I pull him down the rest of the way by the back of his neck.
"Perrin," I breathe as I wrap my legs around his waist.
"I’ve got you, omega.”
Then he pushes inside me in one slow, steady stroke.His beta cock breaches me with a gentle stretch, not as thick as an alpha's but still filling me perfectly. The sensation is exquisite—less overwhelming than Cliff or Raff, but just as good.
I tilt my hips as he sinks deeper. His hips fall flush with mine, and one of his hands finds my breast, squeezing gently. His thumb brushes over my nipple until it pebbles beneath his touch.
“Oh my,” Perrin breathes. His eyes are closed, almost like he’s savoring the feel of me.
And I love it.
We both go completely still for a moment, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together, his eyes closed. I can feel every inch of him inside me, warm and hard and right where I need him.
When he moves, I stop thinking about anything at all.
In Heaven
Perrin
God,I love women.
And I forgot how much.
My love for them got a little lost in the years of learning how to let two alphas love me and figuring out how to love them back. Somewhere along the way, I stopped thinking about everyone else.
But right now, with Elowen's soft warm body beneath me and her wet heat gripping me so perfectly, I have to press my forehead to her shoulder to remember how to breathe.
Fuck, I've missed this.
The softness of a woman.
The specific, devastating warmth of her.
The way she moves differently than Cliff or Raff, all curves and give and soft skin.
Elowen fits around me like she was made for me, her hips tilting up to meet mine, her breath catching on every stroke.
"Perrin," she breathes against my ear, and the sound of my name in her mouth makes the back of my thighs tingle.
I lift my head and look at her.
Her dark hair is spread across the blankets, her lips parted, and her eyes are half closed.
"You feel incredible," I say, and my voice comes out rougher than I intend.
Her hands slide up my back and into my hair, her fingers curling at the base of my skull, and she pulls me down and kisses me. Slow and deep, her hips rolling up to meet mine in a building rhythm.
