Page 27 of The Raven's Alpha

As he looks at me, a grin spreads across his face, revealing a slight dimple on his left cheek. The warmth in his eyes seems to grow, and I feel my own heart rate quicken in response. I let out a soft sigh, my body relaxing into the cushions as I nod. "Then it's settled," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “Take me to bed, alpha.”

Eddy stands up, his muscles flexing beneath his skin, a low rumble of a groan emanates from his chest. He lifts me off the sofa with ease, my stomach lurching as I find myself suddenly airborne. I try to wrap my arms around my naked body. Before I can cover myself, his strong hand closes around my wrist, pulling my arm away from my chest. I try to squirm free, but he just chuckles, his breathwarm against the back of my neck as he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh.

He drapes me over his shoulder and I tense up, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and discomfort. Usually, I'd be outraged by this level of manhandling, but something about Eddy's gentle touch and the way he's cradling my legs against his chest makes me feel like I'm in good hands. Plus, the view of his firm ass as we move towards the bedroom is definitely worth a little discomfort

Eddy takes me into his bedroom and I notice the soft glow of the lamp on his nightstand, casting a warm light over the room. The air is thick with the scent of us, and I can't help but feel a flutter in my gut as he quickens his pace towards the bed. He gently tosses me onto the mattress, I feel a soft give as I sink into the plush fabric.

Eddy looms over me, his cheeks flushed with a gentle pink as he gazes down at me with a soft, adoring expression. His eyes seem to hold a deep warmth, and I feel my heart skip a beat as he smiles down at me. His large frame seems to fill the room, and I'm struck by the sheer power and vulnerability that radiates from him.

I love seeing my alpha like this. There's something about this gentle giant that makes me feel safe and cherished.

I push my legs apart, letting Eddy's gaze wash over me as I lay naked before him. My skin glistens with a fine sheen of sweat, and my cock starts to twitch with anticipation. Eddy's eyes dart between my face and my groin, his pupils dilating as he takes in the sight of my leaking cock and slickening hole.

But he doesn't move, just continues to stare at me like a statue. I can feel his gaze like a physical touch, making my skin prickle with awareness. I try to break the silence, clicking my fingers impatiently. "Take those off," I demand, my voice husky with desire.

Eddy's expression remains frozen, but I can see the tension building in his body. His chest rises and falls with each breath, andhis eyes never leave mine. I feel a thrill of excitement as I realise that he's not going to move until he's good and ready.

Since spotting him through the bakery window, I’ve known that Eddy was the one I wanted by my side. There was something about his rugged, dependable presence that made me feel grounded and secure. But I was also aware that our relationship would require some...fine-tuning. I wasn't looking for someone to compromise or negotiate with me; I needed someone who could accept my strong will and flaws.

As I look at Eddy, I can sense his restrain, his hesitation to fully surrender to our desires. But I’m not intimidated by his reserve; I’m drawn to it. I see the potential for a deep, intense connection between us, one that will require trust, communication, and a willingness to listen to each other.

His clothes hit the floor, my gaze drops, my eyes lingering on the tantalising sight of his naked form. He takes a step forward, our eyes locking, but I shake my head, a small smile playing on my lips. "Not yet, alpha," I whisper, my voice husky with anticipation.

I rise up onto my knees, my legs spread wide, and pat the bed next to me. "Come here," I murmur, my fingers beckoning him closer. Eddy's eyes never leave mine as he takes a step forward, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He's hesitant, but I can sense the desire building inside him.

"Come on, alpha," I coax, my voice soft and persuasive. "Let's get comfortable." I gesture again to the space next to me, and this time, his eyes flicker downward. His face darkens with desire, and he takes another step forward.

Eddy's eyes flick to mine, his brow arching in a mixture of amusement and curiosity, and when he finally lays on the bed, I claim his mouth with mine. His lips part in response, and our tongues meet in a slow, sultry dance. My groan is low and primal, as if I'm releasing all the pent-up desire that's been building between us. Thetaste of him explodes on my tongue, like a firework of flavour and sensation that leaves me breathless.

I don't know how many times I've told myself that I'll get used to the way his scent makes me feel, like warm cookies on a chilly day. But every time I'm pressed against him, his scent wraps around me like a warm hug, and I'm reminded that I'll never get tired of it. The same goes for the way he looks at me, with a gaze that's equal parts adoration and desire. It's like he's trying to see into my very soul, and I'm helpless against the pull of his eyes.

Suddenly, I'm aware of a subtle change in his touch - his pace quickens, and his breathing grows more urgent. I pull away from the kiss, my heart racing with anticipation.

"Close your eyes for me," I whisper, my voice husky with desire. I guide his hands to my hips, feeling the gentle pressure of his fingers as he wraps them around my waist. I wrap my own fingers around his cock, our eyes locking in a moment of mutual understanding. We're both lost in the sensations, our hearts pounding in unison.

I lean in, my lips brush against the soft skin of his neck, sending a shiver through his body. His eyes snap shut, and I can feel his tension ease as I begin to worship his body. I press my lips to his tender flesh, feeling the warmth of his body beneath me.

My tongue darts out to taste the soft curls of his chest hair, and he responds with a soft growl of protest in his throat. It's a gentle reminder that he's still fully present, still fully invested in this moment. I continue to explore his body, he tries to interrupt me, his voice husky with desire. "I'm supposed to be taking care of you," he says, his words laced with mock frustration.

I sink my teeth into his nipple, and he lets out a soft gasp as I gently nip at the tender flesh. I gaze down at his chest, taking in the way his nipple puckers under my gentle bite, and the muscles in his chest flex as he arches his back. As I release his nipple, I can't help but smile up at him, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me.

"Says who?" my voice husky with amusement. "Because as mates I'm pretty sure we're supposed to take care of each other." He pauses at my words. "I'm not exactly keeping track of who's getting off first, Grizzly. All I know is that I'm having fun, and I'm not going to let you stop me."

Eddy's eye flickers open, his gaze locking onto mine with a hint of uncertainty. His voice is laced with vulnerability as he asks, “Are you sure?”

I lick a strip down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my tongue. I nuzzle my face against the soft, dark curls that cover his groin, the sweet scent of his skin wafting up to greet me. I breathe in deeply, feeling a sense of connection to him, like we're sharing a secret moment that no one else can understand.

"More than," I whisper, my voice flooded with desire. "So just relax and let me make you feel good." I begin to explore the contours of his body with my tongue, tracing the swell of his soft stomach and the gentle curve of his hip bone. My touch is gentle at first, but as he begins to relax with my touch, I can feel myself growing more confident, more demanding.

I wrap my hand around the thick length of his cock, my fingers closing gently around the shaft, Eddy's eyes flutter shut and his head falls back against the pillows. I begin to stroke him, my palm moving up and down in slow, gentle circles. As I do, I can almost feel the pleasure building in his body, his breath quickening as he begins to relax into my touch. The softness of his skin is a contrast to the roughness of his pubic hair, and I can smell the musky scent of his arousal.

Precum begins to form at the tip of his cock, I sneak my tongue out for a little taste. The flavour explodes on my tongue, rich and masculine, and I'm immediately hooked. I try to suck out as much of the goodness as I can, my tongue wrapping around the head of his cock.

I hear Eddy's voice, his words echoing in my mind, "S-Slow down, Darcy. I don't want this to be over yet," my mind doesn't register the meaning. I'm consumed by a single-minded desire: I crave the salty sweetness of his release, my taste buds tingling with anticipation as I wait for him to succumb to my ministrations. The tension building in his body is almost palpable, his breath quickening as he struggles to hold back, but I can see the struggle written all over his face.

Driven by a primal urge to claim him as my own, to make him mine in a way that goes beyond mere pleasure, I do the one thing that I think will push him over the edge. I wrap my tongue around the base of his cock, pulling gently but firmly, and then slide it up and over the head, feeling the precum glistening on the tip like a tiny drop of liquid gold waiting to be devoured.

I'm aware that Eddy's still trying to slow down, to savour every moment, but my own desires are in overdrive. I'm determined to make him come, to feel his release flooding my mouth and my senses. I continue to tease him with my tongue, I can feel the tension building inside him, his body straining towards release.

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