Page 36 of Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven
“Locke,” I groan out.
One more had suck, and my need is met. Colors of all shades strobe behind my eyes as I soak in the last moments of pleasure before he drops me to my feet. My eyes are closed, my head tilted back, and only do I peel my eyes open when I hear the faint sound of his zipper.
Locke pulls out his cock, his hand gripping the shaft as he stares at me.
A long stroke. “I’ve waited for weeks.” Another long stroke. “Watched you. Every single night."
He squeezes, causing a drop of liquid to melt along his tip. “I’ve stroked myself night after night, wishing it was you wrapped around me again. Wishing I could inhale that peppermint smell that throws me off balance ever fucking time.”
He steps to me, and my arms immediately go around his neck as he lifts me again. “I can’t anymore.”
His voice is hoarse. Bordering a painful plea. It’s shows in his eyes, how much staying away from me has weighed on him. I’ve felt it too. That need to be close to him.
“I need to feel you,” he whispers.
With his hands braced on my ass, he slowly slides himself in, filling and stretching me to the point I gasp. What was just hurried and rushed, is now deep and connecting.Emotional.His eyes hold mine with every thrust, penetrating so deep I know I’ll feel him for days.
“I’ve waited for you, Rae. For so long, baby.” His lips take mine. Sensual and calculated. Hungry and compassionate.
“Don’t ever give up on me.”
The vulnerability in his voice causes unexpected tears to spring to my eyes as he continues his steady rhythm. His hands roam, his lips caress, and when he surges in one last time, he fills me.
I land a soft kiss on his jaw. “I’m not going anywhere, Locke.”
Something is tethered between us. Something I can’t define or explain. I’ve known it for weeks, and now, just as him, I don’t ever want him to give up on us.
Chapter twenty-seven
Locke
My gaze lands on the tattoo behind Raven’s ear as she smooths down her dress. I’ve already tucked myself back in, and righted my suit. Not being able to control myself, I wrap an arm around her waist from behind her, and press a kiss against the tiny black bird.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask.
“No. I’m not a porcelain doll.” She twists her neck to look back at me, and I place another quick kiss on the spot.
She chuckles, shoving me off. “Knock it off. I need to walk out of here looking normal and unsatisfied.”
I run my hand along the back of her neck before squeezing her nape. “Fine.”
She flips her hair back over her shoulder, and leans towards the mirror to check her face.
“Ready?” I ask.
She nods, so I push the red button to release the elevator. As it raises us back up to the second floor, I lean over to whisper inher ear. “When I’m back in there. I’m not here with her. I’m here to network. It’s just a cover.”
She tilts her chin, her eyes sincere. “I know. I trust you.”
Relief floods me and my wolf, who’s been howling and jumping the last thirty minutes finally settles and leaves me be. It took everything I had in me not to mark her. Not to sink my teeth in the creamy flesh below her tattoo. I wanted to. My wolf wanted to, but I needed answers first before I could reveal myself.
When the elevator opens, reality hits as she steps out and sways up the hallway. I give her a few seconds head start before I make my way back to the ballroom.
Raven resumes taking pictures, while I take a seat back at the table.
Declan’s eyes dance with amusement. “Feel better?”
“Nice play.” I lean my forearms on the table. “You just had to put your hands on her.”
