His words spur me on, and I move faster, grinding my hips against him. His hands slide up my sides, cupping my breasts.
"Play with your nipples," he says. "Pinch them for me."
I obey, rolling the sensitive peaks between my fingers. The added stimulation sends sparks through me.
"You're going to come again, aren't you?" he asks, his voice thick with desire. "I can feel you getting tighter. Come on, pretty girl. One more for me."
His words push me over the edge. I throw my head back, crying out as pleasure overwhelms me.
Suddenly Raff takes over, fucking up into me, making my body bounce. He growls, his hands gripping my hips, tits, waist. Anything he can get his hands on.
I feel his cock twitch inside me, then pulse as he comes.
The sensation isexquisite.
Hot, thick release filling me up, marking me from the inside out.
For a moment, I feel a distant disappointment in not feeling a knot, but we aren't mated yet. And I tell myself that I'll feel his knot soon.
Soon.
“Wow.” Raff breathes raggedly beneath me, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he recovers.
I can't help but admire him in the glowing lamplight.
Tattoos cover his chest and arms in swirling lines and intricate designs, all curves and patterns without any words or images. They flow over his muscles like living art, highlighting the powerful lines of his body.
Raff's muscles aren't as bulky as Cliff's, but he still looks so strong, every bit the alpha.
"Come here, gorgeous." Raff wraps his arms around me, pulling me down to his chest.
I press my cheek to his pecs, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.
I'm in heaven, but I can't help but wish Cliff was here.And Perrin too.
I can smell Perrin in the blankets all around us—sage and sunflowers mixed with the warm fabric and citrus scent that's uniquely his.
Then I can't help but wonder about Adam and if he'll ever accept me.
But laying here in Raff’s arms, blissed out and happy, I wouldn’t blame the beta if he hated me forever.
The Next Day
Cliff
Adam is stillin his pajamas when I find him in the kitchen.
He's standing at the counter with both hands wrapped around his coffee mug, staring out the tiny window over the sink. The early light catches the side of his face. His blond hair is sticking up slightly on one side.
He looks so beautiful it makes my chest hurt.
"Good morning," I say, moving in behind him. I press my lips to the back of his neck, my hands finding his waist.
He tips his head forward, giving me more room. "Morning."
I kiss my mating bite, then the curve of his shoulder, before I reach past him and steal a sip of his coffee.
"Hey." He pulls it back without much conviction.
