Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven

53. Chapter 53

Chapter fifty-three

Raven

“ O pen.”

Locke’s gruff voice makes me smile when he pulls his cock from his pants.

In two strides he’s in front of me, and I open, encasing the tip between my lips. I haven’t had the chance to explore him this close up and I close my eyes as I feel the velvet smooth skin of his shaft, sinking him father into the back of my throat before I close my lips around him.

The growl that sounds throughout the room makes my legs clench, as I move my lips back to the tip, then down again, hollowing my cheeks. A curse flies form his mouth, before I feel his hands land underneath my arms. He tugs, causing my mouth to pop off before he tosses me over his shoulder.

I yelp when he smacks my ass, then strides down the hallway to his room.

“Locke,” I hiss as his hand grips my cheek, rubbing away the burn.

He doesn’t speak, just plows through his bedroom door, kicking it closed behind him. With ease, he tosses me onto his bed, his eyes tracing over my stomach that’s visible from my crop top sweater.

“Off.” He shoves his pants down. “Clothes off, baby.”

I quickly shed my clothes, matching his naked state. His knee lands on the bed before he crawls on top of me, dropping a heated kiss on my hip, followed by one over my nipple. I groan when he nudges my legs open, then runs his fingers through my slit. I voluntarily drop them against the bed, silently urging him to fill me. The weight of his hard length on my leg has me impatient to feel him again. To come apart for him again.

“Locke.” I pant.

My legs lift, wrapping around his waist, as his palm slides up my thigh. I can feel his tip hovering at my entrance, so I use my heels to dig into the globes of his ass.

With his eyes locked on mine, he slowly slides inside, stretching me as my back arches off of the bed. I’ve never felt like this with anyone else. This connected. This vulnerable.

“So perfect,” he whispers.

His thrusts are long and deep, burying himself deeper with every stoke.

“Yes,” is all I manage to choke out.

His head dips, his mouth catching my nipple. He sucks hard, sending tingles straight between my legs. When I moan, he smiles against me. “Is that what you like, Rae?”

He sucks again, this time grazing his teeth across the sensitive bud. “Your beautiful tits in my mouth while I fuck you?”

When his hips surge forward, and his cock pulses, I let out a strangled scream, letting the shockwaves take me over. He continues to pound into me, never removing his mouth as my climax hits its peak, my wetness coating the sheets beneath us as he pulls out.

I gasp when he shoves my legs together, then presses them over my head so my toes touch the headboard. My cry echoes around the room when he enters me again, this time at a whole new angle.

“You stubborn woman,” he grits out as he ruthlessly thrusts into me.

The headboard slams against the wall with every move, the wood cracking on his next thrust.

“But I love it.”

Thrust.

“I love you.”

Thrust.

His cock throbs, pulsing inside of me. “I fucking love you, Raven.”

I feel the graze of his teeth over the side of my thigh and when I meet his eyes, I can see him. Not Locke, but his wolf. Those golden eyes glow as I moan.

“I love you,” I confess, tossing my head back when I feel his fangs against my skin.

My heart races. My walls clench. And right when he lightly presses his teeth into my skin, I cry out again, feeling his warm release filling me as he roars my name. He forcefully jerks his mouth away from my leg, his head tossed back in nothing but pure ecstasy.