Cyrus
I bury my face into the hack of Raven’s wild red waves and curls, inhaling deeply.
“So, you are big tough alpha with curls and dimples that enjoys maiming, torturing and killing but you also spoon?” Fireball whispers, sounding dumbfounded but tired.
“You forgot about blowing stuff up. Put that in there somewhere too. It is a specialty of mine and I should get credit for it.” Reminding her of my heat clinic bombing shenanigans reminds use to get Tyler’s brother some whiskey because he took over my regular, she wolves I helped. He has been placed on traveling knotting duties which he wasn’t thrilled about, but Thane is paying him well, which I had to hear about repeatedly.
“My brain won’t shut off.” Fireball wiggles a little, attempting to get comfortable which fails obviously because we both know why she can’t.
1 splay my hand over her abdomen and use my index finger to draw little circles on her stomach, just under her shirt. Raven stiffens a little, but I keep going. My girl needs to relax; she just needs help.
“Cyrus…”
“Sssshhhh……..I know what you need. Let me take care of you. Let me take care of you.
“L..I’m not ready.”
“I don’t want anything from you Raven.”
“You don’t?
“Not tonight. Let me give you what you need.”
I feel raven nod as my face is still buried in her hair, but I bend my head and nuzzle just behind her ear as and trail them down to the waistline of her pants.
my fingers across her abdomen
I carefully flick the button and ease my fingers down. I won’t jam my hand down her pants like a heathen…..tonight.
I slid my middle finger down her soft line of curls and found her wet with need. I suppress a groan, afraid to spook this wild animal next to me. I prop myself up on my other arm and look down at Raven, positioning myself to get the view of her falling apart for me.
I find Fireball’s clit and start sliding my finger up and down over it and around it, teasing the arousal out of her. Raven’s vanilla scent is mixed heavy with her arousal and I’m positive she can feel what it does to me pressed against her ass.
She presses back against me gently when I slide my fingers down her clit and into her wet heat. We both groan as my two fingers continue circling her clit.
Raven starts rocking her hips. A few little movements, testing the waters of her comfortability which is funny since I’m comfortable enough to lick her body from head to toe, but that won’t happen tonight.
I hear a few sharp intakes of breath and the moans she is trying hard to hold in as I apply some pressure with the pads of my fingers and swipe them down into her heat a few times and back up to her clit again.
Fireballs noises have me aching from how hard I am as she continues slowly shifting back on my erection.
I sit up more and took the arm I was propped up on and slid my hand into the back of her hair, slightly tugging back and up. The action causes Rave’s back to arch and a deep groan to come from her as I start to flick that clit harder and faster.”
I pull her hips tightly against my straining erection and plunge my
y two fingers into her heat. She’s drenched for me, and I pull her by the hair closer to my mouth and whisper down into her ear, “I told you that you would pure for me baby. Do you want to finish?”
“Yes. Yes her words sound like a plea and sweet music to my ears.
I pull her hair a little harder as she starts grinding her clit into the heel of my palm while I push my hips forward and start rubbing my palm against her clit and curling my two fingers into her. I’m not slow and I’m not gentle. I’m pulling this from deep within her. Wherever she buried it thinking she would never need an alpha again.
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“You make the best fucking noises Raven.”
“You’re so damn sexy.”
“More fireball….harder. I want more.”
I tell ber all the reassurances she needs of how damn sexy she is and what I think about it. I won’t have her self–doubt showing up and ruining this whole moment for her.
Her lust induced ramblings and the dampness on her forehead signal that she is getting close and don’t want to miss a moment of it.
Raven’s back starts to arch off me, pushing her ass firmly into my dick as she inhales sharply, holding her breath as her orgasm through her.
detonates
Her mouth drops open and her high pitched mewling stops.
I tug her hair harder and her toes curl.
I can feel her walls fluttering around my fingers and I rub her clit through her orgasm.
Her wetness coats my fingers, and I keep them in there as she rides out her orgasm
I can’t wait to mark her. My fangs ache along with my dick, but the wait will be worth it.
Raven attempted to catch her breath while I placed a small kiss behind her ear and lay back down on the pillow. Both of us are absolutely exhausted
“Are you going to take your fingers out.”
“No”
“Why?”
“Because it’s mine and I will do what I want.”
“I thought you didn’t want anything tonight?” Raven ask
asks me while yawning.
“This isn’t wanting anything. It’s just keeping a hold of something I borrowed.”
“You’re ridiculous Cyrus.”
*! prefer crazy or passessive.”
“Are you talking about yourself or me?”
“You can’t be possessive at one of my body parts.”
“Raven, your whole body is mine, that includes this pussy. Now, go to sleep”
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Omega Bound
I’m NOT leaving.
Thane
The panic attack I just witnessed was probably the worst one Little Wolf has had. I couldn’t get her to feel any emotions I was trying to push through the bond, and I couldn’t reason with her. She didn’t see me. She didn’t see Cyrus and Raven.
She heard voices that she had long buried rise back up
within her.
She was worried about her dead friend.
She was worried about a younger version of me.
She was worried about my
sister.
I watch her rest in her nest from across the room on the floor, wiping my stray tears away. I haven’t cried this much since I lost my family. The pain Ayla was in lanced through the bond, amplifying my own emotions. Not that it mattered. Seeing her like that broke me.
I sit against the wall going over the last few hours. Daylight will be here soon, and I need to address the pack. I need to talk with the families Jagain
But I need to be here with Ayia
The fear in her eyes, and in her words are something I never wish to hear or see again. The amount of fear I felt during her attack was worse than the blast itself. I never want to feel that way again. Absolutely helpless. Thankfully, I was able to lull her asleep by purring. She is now worn out and will probably sleep for hours.
I listen intently to the heartbeat of my pup. The one thing that is keeping me sane right now, I mind–linked Eric to sedate her, but I didn’t want to risk my pup, and I didn’t want to pull him away from the clinic where he is tending to the wounded.
I need to meet with my team members for updates on each of their assigned tasks today. Maybe one of them will come up with name to identify the shifter responsible.
answer. A
Their death will not be easy or quick. Not just for the pack lives lost, but for the torment they put my mate and pup through tonight. For trying to take them from me. I can’t think of one name that I would consider a likely culprit other than Della, but her death makes that impossible.
I close my eyes, resting my head against the wall, thinking about Ayla’s words tonight. I haven’t said her name in years. Hadn’t heard it in just as many. “Tessa didn’t cry, she fought the whole way,” I don’t ever think I have heard a truer sentence. Tessa was a fighter. She fought with me every chance she could. She knew it all. Confident and sassy, which she picked up from adopted big brother Cyrus. Tessa was beautiful with black hair
my mother’s green eyes. She had the ability to make any shifter comfortable, Tessa could strike a conversation with anyone in any situation. She was fearless and strong.
Tessa was also always bitching about me being too serious and her clothing. The girl had a shopping addiction, and my father never said a word because she was daddy’s little girl, and I was always stuck carrying her bags of shit into the house.
“Teenage star–wolves of an alpha are princesses, and they can’t carry their own stuff, Thane. It is like, not proper or whatever.” She tried to shoo me away with her hand, but I ended up putting her in a headlock after that. She screamed about my armpit hair in her face and cried for Mom.
|would do anything to carry Hase bags into the house now. I haven’t been to my parent’s house since I lost them. I should go some time, but the
I never got rid of a single item. The house remains the same as it was on the day my life changed forever. My mom loved her home and garden so much, she was always outside. That helped mutters in the cleaning department so to speak.
The tatile probably still has papers on it. My mom wouldn’t allow a house maid. The cupboards have dusty dishes, and their rooms remain. uptouched. I have no idea what to do with the house of their stull. I have never talked with anybody about it. I just keep it tucked away. Sure,
very shifter lære knows I haven‘ 1 dealt with it, but they say nothing
I’m glad she didn’t cry. But I find myself wondering if that is the real reason Ayla quit. She lost her only friend and did the only thing she could do about it. Stop her tears just as my sister had.
It’s weird but I am extremely proud of Tessa for lighting to her death, she never gave up and I would expect nothing less, but the fact remains all failed her. We still dont know how she was abducted. I believe the ring was tied to my father’s old beta. The one I murdered that thought she wolves were in a lesser class and deserved to be beaten into submission. Why my father kept him around as a beta, I will never know. I can only
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think he believed in his childhood friend since they were pups and had hoped he would change him for the better, but he never got the chance.
She was a bright light taken too soon. Fiercely independent, when she wanted to he and a lover of all. I let out a sigh as I run my fingers through my hair. These memories aren’t helping but they are replaying in my mind like a movie, and I’m afraid they will stop and I won’t see them
anymore.
My family would have loved Ayls. That is certain. The fact my own sister was talking to Ayla when they were captive about her older brother, she was going to hook her up with solidifies that. I wonder laugh to myself a little thinking about all the stories Tessa probably told Ayla about me since she never knew how to be quiet.
Did she tell her about my awkward first kiss that she watched from the living room window while making faces as a youngster and pressing her nose against the glass like a damn pig, stealing my thunder and embarrassing me to no end?
I want to hear them all, share them all with Ayla, but I don’t know if she can take it.
I don’t know how to move forward from this, I don’t want her to wake up full of sell doubt. 1 don’t want her to wake up without remembering and must be told all over again that Monica’s gone.
I don’t want her to enter a depression she may not claw back from.
All I can do is wait for her to wake up because, I’m not leaving this room until she does.
