Novak Raven (Harper's Mountains #4)(68)

Oh, they weren’t done yet, but she needed to buy her body some recovery time. She locked her gaze on his and then worked her way down until her breasts brushed his dick. It throbbed between her cleavage, and he let off another sexy sound, lifted his hips to her. Weston rolled her over on her back so fast her stomach dipped. He gripped her hair and straddled her chest, shoved his huge dick between her breasts. How was this so f*cking sexy? Dominant brawler man burying himself over and over between her boobs. This should do nothing for her, but she was getting wetter and wetter. Avery moaned and arched against the mattress, shoving her tits together to make it tighter for him.

“Fffuuuuuck,” Weston moaned, smoothing out his thrusts, making them shallower. “How do you want me to come,” he gritted out. “Tell me quick.”

She was desperate for him to touch her. To bury himself balls deep inside of her and make her come again. His dick was so hard against her, so tempting. “In me,” she gasped out.

Weston pulled away from her breasts and positioned himself between her legs. He wasn’t gentle or slow. He slammed into her wet heat, his eyes riveted on their connection. She could see it, too, his wet dick sliding in and out of her, pounding her. His abs flexed every time he pumped his powerful hips. So f*cking sexy.

“Ooooh, right there,” she groaned as her release built up hard.

Weston dropped down to her, wrapped his arm around her ass and hit her deep, kept it there with shallow thrusts, hitting her clit over and over, so fast. He gritted out her name, slammed into her, and froze. As her orgasm exploded through her, his dick pulsed inside of her, shooting heat straight to her middle. Avery sank her nails into his back as he pushed into her erratically, his shaft throbbing, filling her as he rammed her up the bed.

His lips went to her neck, sucking hard as he grunted and pushed into her again. He drew out slowly, then rammed into her. Over and over, he did that until both of their aftershocks were through.

Weston rubbed his cheek against hers, his short stubble scratching her. Rough mate. He held her hands over her head as he worked his lips up her throat along her jaw to her mouth. Affectionate mate. He ran his fingers down her ribs and massaged her breast as he kissed her gently. Perfect mate.

He adored her until her body buzzed. Until her eyelids grew heavy and her chest hummed with the heat of their unbreakable bond. Happy and satisfied down to her marrow, Avery nipped his neck possessively. “Mine,” she growled.

He chuckled deep in his throat and rolled them over, squeezed her against his impossibly strong chest. “Possessive little beasty,” he accused.

“Damn straight,” Avery murmured. She nuzzled his throat, inhaling his scent.

Weston brushed her hair off her cheek. In the dim, dawn light, his expression turned to one of surprise. “You make me happy.”

He said it so tenderly her heart thumped faster in her chest, and the butterflies in her stomach beat their wings double-time.

With her fingertips, she traced the sharp lines of his jaw and whispered, “Good.”

“Just good?” he asked, eyebrows arched high. He tickled her ribs until she squirmed and laughed.

“I mean you make me happy, too. You make me happy, too!”

He released her, but her giggling trilled on. This complicated, incredible man had her whole heart. As she settled on her side, facing him, Weston drew his arm under his cheek.

His smile reached all the way to his eyes when he said, “I can tell you’re happy here.”

“How?”

Weston brushed his fingertips over her cheek, as though he was memorizing her face. “Because when you first came here, your eyes were hollow and scared. You smelled sad, and when you walked, you looked like you had the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

“And now?” she asked.

“And now you look like you’re free.”

And she was. Avery kissed Weston’s palm and pressed it against her cheek. He was right. She was different now. She’d felt it for a while, but she’d undergone massive growth since she’d come to Harper’s Mountains and dared to give her heart to the Novak Raven.

She’d always thought freedom meant being away from her people and on her own.

But freedom wasn’t being alone as she’d assumed.

Freedom existed in moments like these that she shared with the man who protected her heart.





Chapter Twenty-Six


Avery wiped the fog off the mirror and studied the angry, red gash right beside her claiming mark. Raven shifters didn’t heal as fast as predator shifters, but already it was halfway sealed and hurt a lot less. Her culture encouraged perfect skin with no scars. A couple months ago, this new adornment on her body would’ve devastated her because it would’ve made her even more different from the ravens she had so desperately tried to fit in with.

But today, she stood a little straighter, lifted her chin a little higher, and was proud of the scars she now bore. She was mate of a former Gray Back, mate of a Bloodrunner. She was Bloodrunner, and scars were a part of this life. Her they were brush strokes on the canvas of her body, showing that she’d lived. Showing that she’d endured. The claiming mark would always be her coveted scar, but the other she’d gotten saving herself, and then fighting for Weston.

She’d earned these.

When she’d awoken late, Weston had already left, and his side of the bed had been cold. She missed him, even though she would see him at work in a couple hours. It was early to get ready, but as she fixed her hair and put on her make-up, she already planned on showing up to Big Flight early, just to see Weston sooner.