Filed To Story: The Omega Destiny
Raven’s scent is heavier, more arousal perfumes the air, and her heat is amping up. I can feel how wet she is just sitting on my back.
She is completely lost to the heat with her wolf in control.
That wolf is hungry.
I’m fucked.
Maybe I should throw her ass in the damn shower and try to get her to drink in there. Alphas are supposed to take care of their she-wolves in heat, but an Alpha she-wolf is rare, and apparently different. I think this one will be more difficult to care for.
Before I can decide on how to force fluids into her, Raven climbs off me.
I start to push myself off the floor slightly, the cold tile does feel nice under my naked, sweaty mess of a body, but I need to care for my girl instead of passing out from exhaustion here. Before I can turn over and look at my girl, she snarls, grabs my ankles and pulls me back toward the bed.
Yelped. I freaking yelped as my hard dick slides across the cold tile. There is nothing Alpha about this. Revoke my card now. I won’t hear the end of this shit if the boys find out.
My mate is stronger in heat apparently. Being ravenous for my knot must have given her Alpha instincts some kind of strength boost because she dragged my ass across the floor like a damn mop.
A dick mop.
I roll over in time to see Raven’s lust filled eyes peruse my body like she was looking at a buffet and trying to decide where to start. She straddles me and impales herself on my dick, baring her fangs as she starts riding into oblivion.
“You’ve been a very naughty mate Fireball. You need something to eat and drink.” Thane warned me about this, but I thought he was exaggerating. Apparently not.
She feels so good bouncing up and down and is too lost in her impaling of herself to realize I’ve maneuvered us off the floor and am heading toward the shower.
Screw it.
I will flood her mouth with shower water as she rides my dick to oblivion.
I’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, this isn’t the last time… Cyrus KILLS me! The description of Raven’s heat is spicy AND hilarious! The writing is so good and I can totally see it in my head! His Alpha ego is being slapped down and I love that he keeps trying to get co…
I’m Just Here for the Mashed Potatoes-Rhonda (Probably)
Raven
I let out a pained groan as I opened my eyes. The blinking alone feels tiresome. My face is wet as I lift my head, realizing I am laying on something hard and whatever caused the wetness of my face is still stuck there.
I barely lift myself up and reach for my face. “What the f..”
“Oh good, your heat broke. Now I can cry in the corner as I reattach my dick.” I hear from my mate somewhere.
My hand comes back covered. “Am I covered in potatoes?” I ask, my throat hurts like a bitch. I vaguely remember screaming.
“Covered in potatoes and knotted across the damn island.” Cyrus sounds exhausted as I pushed myself up more, my body covered in food and the food remnants smashed under where I was laying on the counter.
A quick wiggle verifies that I am knotted. “You knotted me on the damn counter?” I growl out, unable to get away from him as I start wiping food and meat off my tits and stomach.
“Knotted you…knotted you on the counter! I had no choice! You wouldn’t eat unless you were getting dicked down. What was I supposed to do? Let you starve for four days?” Cyrus yells from behind me, clearly at his wits end. I can feel how exhausted he is through the bond. Four days also seems like a lot, but my curls are caked with food. This hair is a bitch to tame as it is.
“Aren’t you supposed to be the professional at this out of the two of us?” A low blow but I’m cranky and still hormonal apparently.
“Oh, here we go….”
“At least pry me off this damn counter. My stomach hurts.” I snap, not sure what I’m madder about.
My hair. It’s my hair.
“My dick hurts.” Cyrus growls from behind me.
“You sound like a whiney pup. The little Alpha pup couldn’t handle a small heat?” growl back.
“Take a look around Fireball. Does it look like a small heat?” I do what he says, and the place looks like a tornado went through. Theres a giant hole in the wall, a cupboard pulled off the wall beside me, most of the door is just gone, and the futon lays in a heap. Don’t even get me started about the bed.
I don’t care about the futon though.
Good riddance.
Now that I inspect the place, I start to remember bits and pieces of the heat, but not enough to understand the magnitude of it.
“I’m sorry.” The words taste terrible coming out.
“What was that?” Cyrus asks as he pulls out of me, and I suddenly feel the magnitude of the heat between my legs. Or more like the size of my mate and the pain left in his wake.
“I said I’m sorry.” I repeat, the words taste disgusting as they leave my mouth.
“Oh, I know what you said, I just wanted to hear it again.”
“It will be the last time you hear it.” I threaten, but more than likely it will be a while. Pride and all. I need to be quick to forgive and apologize, but I’m not there yet.
Cyrus puts his hands on my hip and turns me toward him. His eyes comb over me from head to toe and I can see him trying to withhold a laugh. “I want a shower…no…I need a shower and a nap.”
“Sorry, it’s going to be a bath instead.” He pulls me into him, holding me and kissing my forehead, not caring about the food all over me.
“Why can’t I have shower?” I grumble into his chest and can feel amusement in the bond,
I’m Just Here for the Mashed Potatoes-Rhonda (Probably)
“I put you in the shower then I decided I would take the showerhead down and use it on your purr box for sexy time but you tried to tie me up with the hose and it broke in the struggle. So, it is either a bath or the water just pouring out of the pipe.”
“Wow. I don’t remember that.”
“Yeah, we also had to evacuate the building because Larry’s mom wanted a three way in the hallway, and you about killed her.”
“The car salesman’s mom?”
“Yeah.”
“Wow.”