The Raven’s Alpha (Nature’s Embrace #1)

Chapter Seven

Darcy Mortlake

As I make my way home, a whirlwind of emotions swirls within me. The thrill of excitement, the sting of fear, and the warmth of wonder all vie for attention in my chest. It's been a day that's left me breathless, and I'm still reeling from the unexpected delight. Running the bakery is just another day for Eddy, but for me, it's been a rare and precious treat.

Just as my claws hit the ground, the realisation hits me: I left my precious cupcakes at the bakery. A pang of disappointment threatens to surface, but I gently nudge it aside. After all, tonight might be the night things fall into place, and I could spend more time with Eddy at the bakery. It's not just about the treats – it's about sharing the experience with my mate. Besides, making them at home alone would be a dull affair, lacking the spark of camaraderie and creativity that comes with working alongside someone who shares my passion.

I don't regret shifting and flying home, because it gave me the chance to flaunt my raven wings. The thrill of flight is exhilarating, and I always feel a sense of liberation as I soar through the skies. Plus, it gave me an excuse to strip off in front of my alpha. He saw me naked the first time we met and I don’t think the mortifying-ness of that event will ever leave my brain. But this time was different, we were alone and I got naked by my own choice.

I wasn't sure what I expected Eddy's reaction to be, but as I stood before him, my heart pounded in my chest. Part of me wanted him to surrender to his desires, to let his passion consume us both in the midst of the snowy winter wonderland. The bakery, with its warm lights and tantalising aromas, seemed to fade into the background as I felt his gaze upon me.

What if he couldn't resist the temptation of the naked man standing before him, and our private moment became a public spectacle? To be honest, I wouldn’t have minded putting on a show.

When he gazed into my eyes, I could sense the intensity of his desire. He struggled to maintain eye contact, his gaze occasionally drifting down to my body before snapping back to mine. The tension between us was palpable, and I revelled in the thrill of the moment.

I wanted him to be consumed by his lust, to let go of all restraint and succumb to his passion. I want him obsessed with me, to crave every moment we spend together.

The scent of his masculine pheromones wafted through the air, filling my senses and heightening my desire. His eyes seemed to hold a mesmerising gaze, as if he was drowning in the intensity of his own emotions.

I want to relive that moment tonight, to recapture the intoxicating sensation that comes with being in his presence.

I have a couple of hours to get ready, I've been bingeing on cupcakes and cookies all day, and while they're delicious, I know it's not sustainable enough in the long run. After stuffing my face with leftover pizza from last night's lazy dinner, I jump in the shower and spend some time making myself look pretty. A few hours from now, I'll be cosying up at his cabin, and I want to feel like my best self.

Most omegas have a certain body type and grooming habits they like to maintain, but I've never felt comfortable being completely hairless. My hair is naturally thinner and fairer than an alpha's, and I've learned to trim it down to keep it neat and tidy. I don't shave my legs or wax my privates – that's just not my style.

I can't help but wonder what Eddy is looking for in his omega. He mentioned waiting for his fated mate, but does that mean he's a virgin or just never been in a relationship? I don’t have any romantic or sexual experience myself, and even my friendships are kept at arm's length. It's hard for me to imagine what being in a relationship with someone is like.

My mind wanders back to my past. Losing my family was like losing everything that mattered to me. It's hard to explain how much it hurt, but it's like my heart was ripped out of my chest. After that, I struggled to keep and maintain friendships. I never wanted to get too close to someone, only to have them ripped away from me. It's like I'm stuck in this perpetual state of fear, always expecting the worst.

There's something about Eddy that's different from anyone else. When I'm around him, I don't feel that same sense of impending doom that I do with others. It's like the universe and the Goddess have given me a reprieve from my fears, at least for now. With Eddy, I feel like I can trust that things will be different. Maybe it's because he's my fated mate, or maybe it's just because he's shown me that there's more to life than just surviving from one day to the next.

Either way, I have to trust that the universe and the Goddess wouldn't send me to meet my fated mate only to pull us apart after a short period of time. It's a scary thought, but with Eddy by my side, I feel like I can face whatever comes our way.

As I've navigated the complexities of being a twenty-eight-year-old omega and a virgin, I've spent countless hours poring over books, articles, and online forums about sex. I've devoured every resource I can find, eager to learn as much as I can about this mysterious and often misunderstood aspect of a romantic connection. But despite my extensive research, I never truly delved into the world of relationships – that is, until the day I met Eddy.

Something about our encounter sparked a curiosity within me, a desire to understand the intricacies of bonding and mating beyond the physical act itself. It was as if my research had been leading up to this moment, preparing me to receive the wisdom and guidance that Eddy would bring into my life.

When I pored over the books in the library, I thought I had a good understanding of what fated mates were all about. The descriptions of intense connections and overwhelming emotions seemed to be the same across every book I read. And when I met Eddy, I was surprised to find that our connection was building quickly, just as the books had promised, at least on my side. But despite the initial rocky start, when I thought he already had a partner, that spark was still there.

I have to admit, it's a bit surreal to think that this connection might be real. It's like I'm living in a dream, and I'm not sure what the future holds. But what I do know is that I want to keep exploring this connection with Eddy, to see where it takes us and to build on the foundation we've already laid.

And then, of course, there was the matter of my raven. It was a strange thing when my raven started screaming 'MINE' in my head. It's a primal response, one that's hard to ignore. And when I met Eddy, my raven went wild.

As I prepare for the possibility of mating with Eddy, I don’t feel like I need to do anything extra. My research suggested that my body would know what to do when the time came, so I don’t feel like I needed to spend hours preparing myself with dildos or other devices. Instead, I just focus on taking care of myself in my daily routine, like scrubbing my ass a bit more thoroughly during my regular shower routine.

It's funny, but I think that's actually been kind of liberating for me. Instead of worrying about how to prepare myself physically, I've been able to focus on building a connection with Eddy and getting to know him better. And who knows - maybe my body will surprise me and do something amazing when the time comes .

I have to admit that I'm a little curious about what will change - and what will stay the same. For the past ten or so years, I've spent my heats alone, and I've developed my own preferences and habits when it comes to sexual exploration. I've learned what I like and don't like, and I've gotten pretty good at taking care of myself. But with Eddy, it's like starting from scratch.

The more I think about mating, I can’t help but feel a flutter in my chest. I know we haven’t had any explicit conversations about sex, but I’m keeping my fingers and toes crossed for something to happen. And honestly, I don't mind if things take time. Twenty-eight years of waiting has taught me the value of patience.

But oh, the temptation is so strong! Eddy’s just so gorgeous, and I can’t help but imagine the way he'll look at me when he opens the door. My mind wanders to the possibility of him bending me over and taking what he wants, and I have to admit that the thought sends shivers down my spine.

I push the thought aside, reminding myself that I don’t have to rush into anything. But as I stand here under the steaming shower, my mind keeps drifting back to what could happen. Would he be gentle? Would he be rough? Would he take his time or dive right in? The questions swirl in my head, and I can’t help but feel a sense of excitement building inside me.

I can't help but notice that my dick is starting to perk up. With me being in a semi-hard and fully-slicked state for most of the day, I’m starting to feel a little pent up. I’m considering jerking off now, just to relieve the tension, before I get to the cabin, but after a moment's hesitation, I decided to prioritise my plan of leaving anything sexual up to Eddy and leave my solo self-love for another time. I wrap myself in a warm dressing-gown, feeling a bit more composed as I emerge from the bathroom.

I make sure to dry my long hair thoroughly, knowing that going out into the cold with sopping wet locks would be unbearable. With my hair finally dry and my dressing-gown securely wrapped around me, I feel a sense of calm wash over me.

Standing in front of the mirror, I can't help but gaze at myself, trying to see what Eddy might see when he looks at me. I don't mean to be arrogant, but I do think of myself as a good-looking man. I've never had that natural femininity that some of the omegas around town seem to possess, but I've always tried to make the most of my features.

I've got the body shape of a regular omega, but I've always felt like I carry myself in a way that's more... masculine. Maybe it's because I've always been a bit of a loner who didn’t really care what people thought about me, or maybe it's just because I've never felt like I fit into the traditional omega mould. Whatever the reason, I've always tried to own my own unique style and not compare myself to others.

As I look at myself, I feel a sense of pride and self-acceptance. Maybe Eddy sees something in me that I don't see in myself, and maybe that's what makes him so attracted to me. Whatever the reason, I'm just happy to be me.

I like the way I look and that’s good enough for me and from Eddy’s reactions, I think he likes me the way I am. If not, it’s tough-shit.

I’m sitting twiddling my thumbs, waiting for the clock to hit five pm, I can't help the excitement from coursing through me. I'm eager to get out of the mansion and make my way to the cabin.

Before I go, I take a moment to make sure everything is secure. I lock the door behind me, just in case, and then hide the key in the safe space I've designated. It's a habit I've developed over the years, and it's one that makes me feel more comfortable when I'm away from home.

I slam the lock box closed and I feel a rush of adrenaline as I shift into my raven form and soar through the air, hurtling towards the cabin. My raven is chattering away at a frenetic pace, his heart thrumming with excitement. I can sense his enthusiasm, and I'm thrilled to share in his joy, but it's hard to focus on the task at hand with his non-stop chatter in my head.

I try to tune him out, but it's no use – his constant yapping is making it difficult for me to concentrate on the route ahead. I'm normally attuned to my raven's thoughts, but today, he's being particularly chatty. Still, I wouldn't trade this moment for anything – the wind in my feathers, the late afternoon sun on my face, and the thrill of what’s to come coursing through my veins.

I land with a soft thud on the cabin's wooden porch, I let out a ragged breath as I shift back into my human form. My lungs burn from the rush of transformation, and I struggle to draw in enough oxygen. I've always been careful about where I shift, not wanting to risk being spotted by the curious local humans. But Eddy's cabin is a safe haven, tucked deep in the woods and surrounded by thick foliage. I know I'm alone here, and that's all that matters.

I glance through the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of Eddy's familiar figure, but the room appears to be empty. I frown, wondering if I've beaten him to the punch. Not wanting to freeze my butt off outside, I decide to take a chance and try the door. I'm relieved to find it unlocked, not surprising, given Eddy's laid-back nature. A twinge of guilt does tickle my conscience, but I'm convinced he won't mind.

I settle into the worn couch and wrap the soft blanket around my shoulders before letting out a contented sigh. I've tried to behave myself, not wanting to make myself too at home, but it's hard to resist the allure of Eddy's cosy cabin. I close my eyes, letting the familiar scent of my mate envelop me, and feel a pang of longing wash over me. It's only been a couple of hours since we parted ways, but I'm already missing him terribly. I wonder if he's thinking of me too, busy as he must be with the rush at the bakery. The thought of him surrounded by the warm smell of freshly baked bread and the chatter of customers makes me miss him more.

The sound of tires crunching through the snow is music to my ears, and I can't help but feel a surge of anticipation build in my chest. My eyes are fixed on the front door, and I can practically count down the seconds until Eddy walks in. The silence is palpable, and I can almost hear the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. I'm so caught up in the excitement that I'm barely aware of the soft creaks and groans of the cabin floor.

The front door crashes open, and I'm jolted out of my relaxed state. I was expecting a gentle opening, or maybe a soft call of "hello", but instead Eddy bursts in with a look of disgust on his face. He's muttering to himself, something about being stupid and gross. My heart sinks as he starts to pull off his shoes, his movements jerky and agitated. I'm left frozen, unsure of what to do or say. The anticipation that had built up inside me just moments before has turned to unease and confusion. I don't recognize this person, this stranger who's walked into the cabin.

Fear creeps up my spine like a cold, dark mist, as I listen to Eddy's muttered words. I feel a knot forming in my stomach as I wonder what he could possibly be talking about. Is he disgusted by something I've done? Something I've said? I rack my brain, trying to think of anything that could have triggered this reaction. Did I forget something important? Did I make a mistake that's been bothering him? The possibilities swirl in my mind, each one making me feel more anxious and uncertain. My mind is racing, but I'm stuck in a loop of self-doubt and fear, unable to think clearly or make sense of what's happening.

"Stupid alpha! He's going to be disgusted by you." My mind reels as I stare at Eddy, trying to process what's happening. He's not talking about me, but rather hurling insults at himself. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the situation. What could have triggered this kind of behaviour? I'm torn between wanting to comfort him and wondering what's wrong with him.

As I sit there, frozen in indecision, Eddy growls again, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and pain. I let out a startled squeak, my heart racing in response. The sudden noise breaks the spell, he freezes and I'm forced to confront the reality of the situation. Eddy looks lost in his own turmoil. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and decide what to do next.

My heart goes out to him as he stands there, his eyes red-rimmed and his face twisted in a mixture of sadness and despair. I don't like seeing my alpha so defeated, and I want to do something to help him.

I hold out my hands to him, hoping he'll take them and let me pull him closer. "Eddy?" I say softly, trying to get his attention.

Eddy's eyes flicker up to mine, but they're dull and sad. He looks like he's been punched in the gut, and I can feel the weight of his emotions bearing down on me. I want to take that pain away, to make him feel better. But instead of coming to me, he lifts a foot to move, then hesitates and stays where he is. My heart sinks, and I'm left feeling helpless and unsure of what to do next.

Standing up, I take a step closer to him, my voice softening as I try to coax him into opening up. "Eddy, come here. What's wrong?" I can feel the desperation in my words, and I'm trying to convey that I'm here for him, no matter what.

His eyes drop, and he looks away, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're going to hate me, Darcy. I messed up and you're going to be disgusted and want nothing to do with me anymore."

My heart skips a beat as I hear the words, and I can feel my emotions warring inside me. I want to help him, to comfort him, but I have no idea what he's talking about.

I take another step closer, trying to get him to look at me. "Eddy, look at me. What did you do?" I'm trying to keep my tone calm and gentle, but I can feel the fear creeping in. What could he have done that would make him think I’d want nothing to do with him?

I have no idea what he thinks he's done so wrong, but it's going to have to be something truly awful to make me think less of him. I've known Eddy as a calm and collected individual, someone who radiates a sense of peace and tranquillity. His presence is something that relaxes my soul, and I know in my heart that he has the potential to be a great alpha.

But right now, he's consumed by self-doubt and despair. I can feel his pain and uncertainty, and it's tearing me apart. I know I have to do something to help him, to prove to him that he's more than this moment of weakness. I take a deep breath and try to calm my own emotions, focusing on the task at hand.

"I don't care what you think you've done, Eddy," I say softly. "I want you to tell me what's going on. What's eating at you so badly?" I try to keep my tone gentle and reassuring, but I can feel the steel beneath my words. I'm not going to let him give up without a fight.

Stepping closer, I let the blanket slip off my shoulders and walk towards him. As I approach Eddy, I can feel my heart racing with anxiety. I'm trying to calm him down, but he's not making it easy. With every step I take, he takes one back, his eyes fixed on me with a mixture of fear and desperation. I can see the tension building in his body, his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap.

I try to reassure him, raising my hands in front of my chest like I'm showing an abandoned animal that I mean no harm. But from the look in his eyes, I can tell it's not working. He's only seconds away from shifting, and I can feel the air thickening with the anticipation of it.

I reach out to touch him, I can feel his eyes on my hands, his gaze fixed on me like he's trying to read my intentions. His chest is rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths, and I can see the tension in his body as he struggles to calm down. I take a deep breath and try to speak softly, hoping to reassure him.

"It's okay, Eddy," I say, my voice gentle. "See, watch my hands." I keep my movements slow and deliberate, trying to show him that I'm not a threat.

As I press my hands against his shoulders, Eddy's body stiffens for a moment before he finally relaxes into my touch. His trembling subsides, and he lets out a slow breath as he allows himself to surrender to my hold. I wrap my arms around him, feeling his warmth and his tension as he leans into me.

I hold him close, feeling his heart beating against mine, and try to channel some of my own calm into him. I can feel his anxiety and fear slowly receding, replaced by a sense of trust and vulnerability. For a moment, we just stand there, connected in this way.

Time seems to warp and slow as we stand there, embracing, I'm not sure how long we remain frozen in this moment. I'm lost in the intensity of Eddy's touch. Finally, he breaks the stillness, his hands reach out and grasp my hips. The touch sends a jolt of electricity through my body, and I can't help but shiver at the sudden sensation.

It’s like a spark, igniting a flame of desire within me. My skin feels alive, tingling with the gentle press of his fingers. I feel my heart racing, my breathing quickening, as I try to process the sudden intimacy of the moment.

Pulling Eddy's hands from my hips, I bring them to my face and press a gentle kiss on his knuckles. His eyes lock onto mine, but my gaze falters as I catch the faint scent of... something... on his fingers. My question dies on my lips as I stare at his hands.

I'm no expert, but I know the smell of come when I'm face to face with it. Looking up at Eddy, I see his cheeks have lost the paleness he had from when he first came home, in its place is a flush that creeps up his neck and spreads across his cheeks. His eyes lock onto mine, and I can see the vulnerability there, mixed with a hint of embarrassment. My heart skips a beat as I realise that we've crossed some kind of boundary – one that's terrifying.

I feel a fire ignite in my belly as I realise what's happened. My face flushes with rage as I take a step back, my eyes blazing with fury. “What exactly have you been up to since I left you at the bakery?” I demand, my voice low and menacing. Before I can pull away fully, Eddy's hand shoots out and wraps around my wrist, holding me back.

“Ugh, fuck it,” Eddy groans, before shoving his hand in his jeans pocket and pulls out a crumpled pair of black lace panties. To be more specific, my black lace panties. The delicate fabric is stretched out and sticky.

My brain is starting to connect the dots, but I want to hear him tell me what he did. “What are you doing with my panties stuffed in your pocket, Eddy?” I ask, as I stroke my hands up and down his chest, making sure to scrape my pointy nails against his nipples.

Eddy's body jerks with a violent shudder, his eyes flashing with guilt as he tries to stammer out an explanation. His chest rises and falls in ragged breaths as he gasps out, “I couldn't help myself, Darcy...'"

I press my hand against his chest, my fingers biting into his skin as I demand, “Tell me!” Eddy's eyes widen in shock as he tries to pull away, but I hold him firm, my grip like a vice. Eddy's gaze darts around the room, searching for an escape route, but I'm having none of it. I take a step closer, my voice firm but controlled as I say, “I want to know what happened.”

His eyes dart back and forth as he tries to gauge my reaction, his words hanging in the air. “I was just trying to put your clothes in a bag,” he says, his voice laced with guilt. I raise an eyebrow at him, silently telling him that's not good enough. “I wasn't snooping, I promise,” he says, his voice trembling slightly .

“I believe you,” I whisper to him, keeping my tone soft and gentle. “Now tell me, grizzly, do you like them? Do you like my pretty panties?” I slide my hand down his chest and Eddy shudders when my fingers touch his skin. His hair is just as soft as I imagined it to be, silky and warm under my fingertips.

“Y-Yeah, Darcy. I really like them,” he stutters, his voice ragged.

“Hmm, and then what happened next? I can smell the come on your fingers.” When I feel his cock twitch against my stomach, I look up at his face. His head is plastered against the wall and his eyes are screwed tight.

I unbuckle his belt and pop the button free on his jeans. Eddy’s body freezes when I not-so-gently shove my hand down his boxers. I wrap my hand around his rock-hard length, which is covered in what I’m guessing to be dried come. The skin so hot and solid in my hand, and I can’t help but grin when Eddy gasps and lifts his hips, pumping his cock through the tunnel of my fist.

“Come on, Eddy,” I say, my voice taking on a sultry tone. “We're not going anywhere. Just tell me what happened.'"

“I-I locked myself in the walk-in fridge. Gods, Darcy. They smelt so good that I couldn't stop myself from... you know.” His face is flushed with embarrassment, and his voice cracks as he whispers the words.

I feel a pang of empathy for putting him through this, but the horny omega inside me is thrilled at the thought of him being so turned on because of something of mine.

“Yeah? You were huffing on my panties while you stroked this big cock of yours? You had your nose shoved in my panties and came all over your fist?” What I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall when that was happening.

Eddy's voice is laced with self-disgust as he mutters, “You must think I'm some sort of freak.” I can see the shame written across his face, his eyes avoiding mine as if he was afraid of what he might see there.

“Eddy, stop,” I said softly. “You're not a freak.”

He looks down at me, his eyes searching mine for reassurance, but even with all his doubts, he doesn’t stop rocking his hips.

With my free hand, I drag my nails from his hairy belly and up his chest, tweaking one of his nipples on my journey. I wrap my fingers around his neck and pull his head down to mine. “Quite the opposite, grizzly bear. It turns me the fuck on knowing that you were so desperate, so horny for me that you couldn’t help but do something so freaky.”

I don’t give Eddy the chance to respond before I pull him closer and slam my lips to his. We both groan at the contact. His lips are much softer than I would have thought and I can’t help but swipe my tongue out, demanding entrance. As soon as his tongue touches mine, he moans and floods my hand and his jeans full of come.

I work him through his orgasm, keeping my grip almost painful. I know it must be uncomfortable with his knot pulsing so I drop to my knees, taking his jeans and boxers down with me. I keep jerking him as I work my tongue all over his knot.

Eddy cries out, the noise so loud it makes my ears ring for a moment. The come is pouring out the end of his cock, almost flood like. I move the bulbous tip to my mouth so I can get a true taste of him. I’ve tasted my own come before and my own slick, and compare how sweet I taste in comparison to the salty tang of an alpha. I could get drunk on the taste of him and I pray to the Goddess that Eddy isn’t a one shot and done kinda guy, because our night is far from over.

When he slumps against the wall, I expect him to wait to catch his breath, but he surprises me when he bends down and drags me up off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist and he claims my mouth with his own .

A mix of tongue and teeth fight together. Eddy seeming even more worked up than he was a couple of minutes ago. I grind my hips against his stomach, loving the way his hair tickles my length and balls.

Eddy growls and stops my humping, “Not yet, little bird.” I moan and pout. “None of that. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

I’m so turned on that I didn’t even notice Eddy walking, I flinch when my back hits the cool blankets on his bed.

Eddy takes a step back and I can’t help but cry out in protest. “Shh, just let me look at you for a moment.”

I stop my complaining and let Eddy have his fill. After a minute he twirls his fingers and says, “Turn around. Ass up in the air.”

I scramble around on my hands and knees, before pressing my chest to the bed and sticking my hips up high. Eddy hisses when I reach around with my hands and spread my cheeks wide.

Excitement courses through me, I’ve never been so turned on before. During my heats, I’m horny, but that comes with the brain fog and overall drunk feeling. I know that I’ll eventually share my heats with Eddy, but I’m overjoyed that I’ll have some type of control during our first time together.

Looking over my shoulder, not minding the strain it puts on my neck, I ask, “What are you going to do to me, Alpha?”

Eddy’s staring hard at the space between my legs, he looks every part the powerful alpha. His chest heaves with every breath and his eyes are dark, almost feral, but it’s that big cock of his swinging between his thighs that’s making me crazy. Slick gushes out of my hole every time I clench and relax, almost like I’m trying to tempt him to come to me.

“You’re going to have to tell me how far you want to go, because I’m this close,” he holds his thumb and pointer finger together, “to losing it. ”

“I want you to fuck me, Alpha. Sink that big cock in my hole and paint my insides with your come. I want you to ride my ass until my eyes cross and I pass out from the pleasure.” I didn’t know I’d be such a needy omega, but it feels right. No point in lying. Eddy was made for me, so I should feel comfortable telling him what I want.

Eddy growls and a second later he pounces. I expect him to shove his cock straight up my ass, but I’m pleasantly surprised when I feel his wet tongue and lips sucking at my pucker.

“Oh, fuck. Eddy!” I cry out. Pushing my hips out further and pulling my cheeks further apart so I can have more of him inside of me.

He spends ages tonguing and sucking on my skin, before he finally pushes his tongue inside as far as he can. “Gods, Darcy. I’ve never tasted anything this good before. It’s the sweetest nectar to grace the earth.”

My back arches as my orgasm oozes out of me. I let go of my ass cheeks and grab my alphas head, pushing him further as I grind my hips against his face.

“That’s it, little bird, ride my mouth,” I hear him groan.

Come explodes from my dick as slick floods Eddy’s face. I can hear him slurping my mess as he greedily gulps down my sweet liquid.

By the time he pulls away, my legs are shaking in effort to stay up. I roll over onto my back and reach for my alpha. He lays down on top of me, not leaning his full weight on me, cautious not to crush my smaller frame.

I stare at his face as I struggle to catch my breath. My skin buzzes as I see just how wet his face is, coated in my release. Straining my neck to get a taste, I groan as my flavour explodes against my tongue. I’ve tasted myself before - of course I have, but mixed in with the musky taste of my alpha, it’s the most delicious thing I’ve come across .

Eddy hums against my lips as he brushes his tongue against mine, the muscles dancing a familiar dance that only we know. I could get used to this. I yearn to spend my nights wrapped around my alpha, to have the heavy weight of my mate pressed against me as he loves me on.

I want more, I just don’t know how much further Eddy wants to go. I’d never push him to go further than he’d be comfortable with, but my needy mind wants it all. I want to be drenched in his seed while I proudly wear his mark on my neck – because I would, I’d wear his bite with the utmost pride.

We continue to kiss as hands stroke up and down sweaty skin, unrushed touches as we each learn every dip and curve of the other’s body. Goosebumps rise on my flesh as I glide my fingers down Eddy’s hairy chest, tweaking his nipples until he hisses into my mouth.

The air surrounding us is stifling, almost suffocating, but that doesn’t stop me from breathing in mouthfuls of our mixed scents when Eddy pulls away from my lips to trail kisses against my neck. As soon as his lips graze against that spot where shoulder meets neck, I cry out and clamp my legs tighter around his waist.

‘Bite me. Bite me,’ my raven screams in my head and as much as I want that, I know now isn’t the time. We need to have an in-depth conversation before we rush into claiming.

Eddy grazes his teeth against my neck and just as I’m about to carelessly beg him to clamp his jaw down, he starts to suck. Leaning my head to the side to give him more room, I can’t help but feel a tinge of disappointment.

Realistically I know now isn’t the time.

‘He’s still marking you. It may not be an official claim, but he is leaving his mark on you,’ my raven reminds me.

Eddy leaves love bites all over my neck before moving down to my chest, and I know the next time I look in the mirror, I’m going to look like I’ve been in a fist-fight with a hoover, but I don’t care, I’ll proudly wear his marks of love.

I’m pulled out of my head when he wraps his lips around my left nipple, and begins to suck and slightly nibble on the hard nub. “Oh Gods, Eddy.”

Images filter through my head – of Eddy filling me with his seed and getting me pregnant. How would Eddy treat me when I’m pregnant? Would he be a doting alpha and take care of my every need?

I shake my head, I’m not even sure I want to have kids – that’s also another reason we need to talk.

“What’s on your mind, little bird?” Eddy asks as he continues to drag his lips down my sternum.

“E-Everything. You. Me. Us. Our life.”

“Do you want me to stop? I can make us something to eat and then we can curl up on the sofa.”

I shake my head, we need to talk, but the need and lust for my alpha is too strong to pull me from this moment. “No, later. We can talk later, I just want to keep doing this for now.”

The next moment the world turns on its side for a second before my vision rights itself. I find myself on my knees, legs spread wider than I thought would be possible with Eddy underneath me. Eddy would never let me fall, but I hold my sweaty palms to his shoulders to stabilise myself.

“And what is it you want to do now, Darcy?” Eddy asks as he strokes his thick fingers down my back before grabbing a good handful of my ass cheeks.

My behind and thighs are still dripping with slick, so it wouldn’t take much for Eddy to slip his fingers inside of me.

“Everything,” that makes me sound so greedy. “Anything. Anything you’re willing to give me. I want it.”

Warm fingers stroke against my hole, but they don’t go much further than that. “Like this? Would you like me to touch you right here, my little bird?”

I spread my legs out wider, my hip bone cracking as I force my legs to open to accommodate the thickness of my alpha. “Yesss... more please,” I beg, shamelessly.

Only a second later, two of his fingers are pushing inside my hole, meeting no resistance as my body swallows up his digits. Eddy’s fingers curl and stroke against my prostate, tiny sparks of pleasure flood through my body.

“Alpha, please.” I’m close to coming again, I just need a little something more to push me over the edge.

“Tell me Darcy, what do you need?” Eddy questions as he continues to stroke my gland.

“Touch me more. Make me come, please.” My eyes sting as I continue to beg for release. I’m almost there, I just need a little push.

Eddy gives my prostate one last hard stroke before he suddenly changes our position and slides my lower-half up towards his face and sucks my cock into his mouth. It’s hard for him to suck me all down because of the angle we’re at, but that doesn’t stop him from curling his tongue around my tip. His arm moving so fast to piston in and out of my hole, the wet squelching noise is loud enough that I’ll probably be embarrassed about it later, but for now, I don’t give a fuck. It feels too good.

Eddy pops my cock free from his lips just long enough to say, “I need you to come, Darcy. Now, my little bird, give me everything you’ve got.”

My back arches as I hold my alphas head, pushing myself further into his mouth as I flood his throat, while my slick gushes out of my ass. I manage to open my eyes long enough to see the fountain of liquid spraying all over Eddy’s chest .

When Eddy pulls from my body, I’m shaking, I crane my neck to watch him wrap both hands around his own erection. The bulging appendage almost purple in colour as a steady stream of precum trickles from the tip.

With my chest heaving and body shaking, I quickly turn around and shuffle down his body. I reach for my ass, using my fingers to pull my cheeks apart. I twist my neck and tell him, “My hole, alpha. Soak my hole in your seed,” I beg, knowing it wouldn’t take much for Eddy to shove his cock inside, but for now, having his come on me will calm my mind enough.

Eddy’s body bows as he works his meaty hands over his cock, only a second later does his head snap back and he shoots his load all over my waiting hole. The cords of his neck are pulled tight as his body shakes through his orgasm.

The last thought in my mind before everything goes dark, is how wonderful my alpha is.