"God, the sounds you make," Raff murmurs against my lips. "I could listen to you all night." His hand slides from my waist down to my hip, fingers pressing into my flesh. "I want to hear more."
His mouth trails to my jaw, then down my neck, teeth scraping gently against my skin. When they catch on the raised edge of Cliff's mating bite, electricity shoots through me. My whole body lights up, slick gathering between my legs as I arch into him with a gasp.
All at once, I can feel Cliff through our bond, and it's pure excitement, like he wants to feel more.
My head falls back as Raff's tongue traces the line of my collarbone. His hands are everywhere, mapping my body like he's trying to memorize every curve.
"You taste like heaven," he growls, hisvoice muffled against my skin. "Like pears and vanilla and absolute perfection.”
His fingers find the hem of my shirt, lifting it slowly. I raise my arms without thinking, letting him strip it away. He tosses the shirt aside without looking, then circles one hand around my throat. His grip is firm and possessive. He stares deeply into my eyes, then he gently pushes me onto my back.
"Fuck," he breathes, his eyes darkening as he looks down my body. "Look at you. These tits are perfect." He cups one in each hand, thumbs brushing over my nipples. "Are they sensitive, pretty girl? Do you like when I touch them like this?"
He plucks one nipple with his calloused hand, and all I do is moan in response, my back arching as pleasure shoots through me.
"Answer me," he commands gently. "Tell me how it feels."
"So good," I gasp, tipping my head back. "Please don't stop."
I hear a soft growl, then he lowers his head, taking one nipple into his mouth. His tongue circles it, teasing and tasting until I'm writhing beneath him. "Such a good omega,” he purrs. “You're so responsive.”
I can’t help but preen at his words, as his mouth travels lower, tracing patterns across my stomach. His hands follow, worshiping every inch of me. When he reaches the waistband of my shorts, he looks up at me, his eyes asking permission.
"Don't stop," I whisper, lifting my hips to help him remove them.
Raff slides them down slowly, taking in every inch of skinas it’s exposed. He guides the shorts all the way down, caressing my legs, making me shiver. Then he tosses them away, as he settles between my legs. His breath fans over my pussy, warm and intimate, before peering up at me from between my thighs.
"So wet for me already," he murmurs, his fingers tracing through my folds. My clit swells and pulses beneath his touch, aching for more. "So fucking perfect." He glances back down at my pussy, and licks his lips. "I'm going to taste you now," he says, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “Spread those legs wider. I want to eat you properly.”
I do as I’m told, lifting my knees up and out. The first touch of his tongue against my clit makes me jerk. "Raff," I gasp, my fingers scrabbling for purchase against the short, rough bristle of his buzz cut.
"That's right," he murmurs against me. "I'm right here, pretty girl. Let go and feel."
And then he's eating me like I'm his last meal.
His tongue circles my clit, then dips lower, thrusting inside me. He's everywhere at once, tasting and teasing and driving me insane. One hand grips my thigh, holding me open for him, while the other slides up to play with my breasts.
"God, you're sweet," he growls, before licking me again.
The flat of his tongue presses over my folds, then the tip circles my clit. He flicks the swollen nub in quick, teasing patterns.
Each flick sends a jolt straight through me, making my thighs tremble. He alternates between broad strokes and pointed flicks, driving me wild with the changing sensations.
The pleasure builds, hot and intense inside me. My hips buck up into his face, seeking more. The alpha meets my movements, his tongue working faster, harder. Just when Ithink I can't take any more, he slides two fingers inside me, curling them all the way up.
That's all it takes.
I shatter, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. The orgasm starts deep in my core, then radiates outward until my toes curl and my vision blurs. My head spins, lightheaded and floaty, like I'm detached from my body. I cry out his name, my thighs clamping around his head as I ride out the intensity.
Raff growls, his tongue never stopping.
The pleasure fades to a warm, pleasant hum that still makes my muscles twitch with aftershocks.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, lapping gently at my oversensitive flesh. "So fucking beautiful when you come."
But before I can fully recover, the alpha is moving up my body, capturing my mouth in a deep kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, and it makes me moan.
He kisses me so tenderly, like he’s worshiping me.
