Still only two pills.
I really need to call Dr. Ellison.
The Guest Room
Elowen
The water runs hot,pricking my skin and filling the bathroom with thick steam.
I press my forehead against the tile and let it hit the back of my neck, trying to figure out how everything went so sideways.
I wish I was home in my nest. I’ve spent years building it into exactly what I need it to be. Soft things layered over softer things. The weighted blanket on the bottom. The pillow I've had since college that's completely flat and perfect. The specific arrangement of everything that makes my nervous system finally go quiet.
I want to be there so badly it hurts.
Just me and my blankets and nothing else.
The steam curls around me, and I close my eyes, trying to pretend I’m actually there. I can almost feel the softness, the weight, the quiet. And then my mind drifts one inch further than I mean it to, and he's there.
Cliff.
I imagine him propped against my headboard, all broad chest and warm brown skin.
I can practically feel the heat radiating off his body
My hand traces the hard planes of his chest, fingers drifting over each groove and dip. His scent envelops me. Dark chocolate and smoky cedar, and something uniquely alpha that makes my body respond instantly.
My nipples tighten, and a deep ache pulses between my thighs as I straddle him.
His bare skin is warm against mine as I grind down. His hands grip my hips, guiding me, and I can feel the impressive length of him sliding through my slick folds.
Looking down, I watch as his thick shaft parts my lips with each roll of my hips. His flushed cock head peeks out from between them with every forward motion, glistening with my slick. The sight hits me like a physical blow—a sudden, overwhelming hunger to take that beautiful, hard length into my mouth.
With a soft moan, I scramble down his body, settling between his powerful thighs.
His cock stands proud against his stomach, and I lean forward, flattening my tongue against the underside of his shaft, licking from base to tip in one slow, deliberate stroke.
Cliff groans, and his hips lift off the bed as I swirl my tongue around the head, dipping into the slit to taste the salty pre-cum gathering there. I wrap my lips around him, sucking gently as I take him deeper, my hand stroking what my mouth can't yet accommodate.
"That's it, omega," he growls, his voice husky with need. "Take it deeper. I want to feel that throat squeeze around me. Show me how much you love tasting my alpha cock."
His fingers tangle in my hair, gripping tighter as he guides me, encouraging me to take more of him. I establish arhythm, taking him deeper with each downward movement until he's hitting the back of my throat, making me gag slightly as tears prick my eyes.
I bob my head faster, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard. One hand strokes what I can't fit, the other cupping his heavy balls.
That's when I feel someone shift behind me, and the familiar scent of sage and sunflower fills my senses.
Raff.
His rough hands slide up my back, tracing the curve of my spine before gripping my ass. His cock presses against my entrance, thick and demanding.
"Take her, alpha," Cliff growls, his voice thick with desire as he watches from above. “Fuck that tight little pussy while she chokes on my cock.”
I moan around Cliff's length as Raff inches into me. Stretching me, filling me completely. The sensation of Cliff in my mouth and Raff in my cunt, both of them moving in perfect rhythm, sends waves of pleasure through my body.
"Look at you, taking us so perfectly," Raff praises from behind me, his voice husky with arousal. “Such a good girl, so wet and tight.”
Cliff's fingers tangle in my hair, guiding my movements, as Raff's arm comes around my waist, his fingers find my clit. He circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, making me gasp around Cliff's cock.
