Tension and frustration

Tension and frustration

Raven’s POV

I hug Saviour tightly, my fingers clutching his shirt. After a while, my sobs reduce to tiny sniffles and he's still holding me close, whispering sweet nothings to my hearing.

“Feel better?” He asks when I softly pull away.
I nod, “A little. I feel… lighter.” I whisper, allowing him brush away the wetness under my eyes.
“You know,” Saviour smirks, his eyes shining with a hint of mischief. “I can make your night a lot better.” He says, sneaking in a wink.

I chuckle, lightly pushing him away. “Let me go.”

“No.” His soft lips meet mine in a feather-light touch. “You’re mine, and I really hate to see you sad.”

I fall back against him when he gently pulls me in, his hand settling on my hips.
“What if the idea you have in mind isn't what I need?” I grin.

“Oh I'm sure you'll love it.” His gaze drops to my lips and my stomach flips in anticipation as he leans in.
But just when he's a breath away from me, I step back with a teasing gaze.

His brows shoot up. “Teasing me now?” He closes the gap between us.

“What?” I chuckle. “You thought I’d make it easy for you?”

His gaze burns hotter, but instead of pulling me into a kiss, he suddenly sweeps me off my feet.

“Saviour!” I exclaim, slamming a hand over my mouth to stifle my scream.

“I’m not letting you run away, pup…” His grip tightens under my butt. “Not tonight.” he finishes with a peck on my cheek, as though sealing his promise.

My legs wrap around him as he carries me back into the pack house. Pressing my face against his neck, I breathe in his relaxing scent.
A scent only associated with the love of my life.

The door shuts behind us with a bang… A little sign of this big bad Alpha's impatience.

“You could’ve let me walk,” I whisper, breaking the silence, slowly brushing his throat with my lips.

“Not a chance,” he rasps, gripping me tighter. “Tonight no space is allowed to be between us.” He mutters as he lowers me to the bed.

“You’ve been carrying too much.” Saviour murmurs, and I know he's not talking about the shirt he's currently peeling off my body.
His thumb kisses my nipple, rubbing and gently twisting. “I see it in your face,” he continues.

My lips part in a moan as he leans down, his tongue licking my now hard nubs.

“...In your silence… And it’s killing me.” he groans, his forehead resting on my chest, hot breaths fanning my skin.

I blink back tears, smiling fondly at him. “You don't need to feel burdened by my pain, Saviour.”

“I just want to take it away.” His voice cracks. “I just… I wish I could give you a kiss and all your worries would be gone.”

My fingers twist into his hair, pulling his head up. “Maybe you can't with a kiss. But how about a fuck?” I whisper. “How about a good hard fuck?”

I barely catch his smile before his lips press against mine… hungry, greedy.

“My naughty, needy pup.” he groans, kissing me desperately.
I moan as his hands roam my body.

“More,” I whimper, melting into him, so wet that I know I won't be needing any foreplay.

“Raven…” he groans my name with a warning tone as I swiftly unbuckle his belt.

“I want you,” I gasp as he gently sucks on my neck. “I want you now.”

He obeys, hastily pulling down his pants, his teeth scraping his mark on my neck, setting my skin on fire.

Feeling impatient, I rip his shirt off, my hands claiming what's mine.
“Your daily training is paying off pretty well,” I whisper, impressed with his firm body.

“It’s all yours,” He smiles with pride, lightly biting my ear.

“Hm,” I moan, arching my back when his fingers find my clit.

Spreading my legs far apart, I wrap an arm around his neck.
“I'm wet enough baby, just take me.” I pant.
“Don't call me that.” Saviour spanks my butt and I chuckle, knowing he likes it by how his cock jerks every time I call him that in bed.
He's just too shy to admit it.
“And what are you going to do if I don't stop calling you that?”

He opens his mouth to respond but a soft knock on the door causes us to freeze.

“Pa!” Nala’s happy voice calls through the door. “Mom!” She calls louder.
“Y..yes baby?” I stutter, my eyes blown wide. “Fuck, tell me you locked the door.” I whisper, mortified when Saviour shakes his head.

Swiftly I push him off me, throwing the thick blanket above our naked bodies a few seconds before our baby girl opens the door.

“I wanted to wish you a goodnight.” She says with a wide innocent grin.
“Hell, why now?” Saviour grumbles beside me and I send him a glare before facing Nala.

“Goodnight, sweetie. Do you need Mommy to put you to bed?” I ask softly, jerking when Saviour pinches my waist.

Nala nods, “Ye…”

“Of course not.” Saviour cuts in. “My angel’s now a big girl. She can sleep on her own. Right sweetie?”

“Yes Mom, I don't need you to put me to bed tonight.” She says, looking like she's ready to take on anything.

“That's my girl. Come on, hurry off.” Saviour says, a groan slipping into his voice.

“Goodnight,” Nala blows us a kiss.

“Goodnight,” we chorus, Saviour's tone, overly cheerful.

Her footsteps scamper off down the hall and Saviour groans, grabbing a robe.
“And she forgot to lock the damn door.” He mutters walking up to the door.

“Maybe next time you should lock the door.” I say, watching his shapely ass in the tight robe.

Saviour has barely closed the door when another knock is heard.
“For goodness sake, all I'm asking is one night of no interruption.” Saviour grunts, yanking the door open but he immediately pulls it back to shield me when he sees who's there.
“Victor?” he whispers, his tone turning serious.
I sit up, pulling the blanket around me.

“Sorry for the interruption,” Victor says, his voice heavy. “But your mother has been found.”

And just like that, the tension shatters.