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“Fuck,” I groan as he works them faster inside me, moving his tongue in sync. “Yes, like that. Please, don’t stop.”
Although it doesn’t matter whether I beg or not, Rafe always does what he wants. He could edge me all night long before finally letting me come, or he could get me off in a few minutes. Whatever he wants to do, he does, and I give him the liberty to enjoy me however he wants.
Whenever he wants.
I just wish he’d give me a little more than dick.
Perhaps a romantic night in his room with kisses and cuddles or some form of attention outside these four walls. But out there, I’m a ghost, walking by without his notice most of the time. When I’m with Elio and Azarius, he hardly acknowledges my existence.
Only here is he fully aware of me.
At the thought, he closes his mouth around my clit and sucks, snapping the tension that’s been building inside me like a rubber band and releasing the orgasm I’ve been chasing. My legs tremble and I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle the scream eager to break free as he continues to suck, despite how sensitive it is.
Wetness explodes around his fingers, drenching the bed and my thighs as he continues to work them, and my body shakes madly before the wave subsides. He kisses his way back up my body, nestling on top of me once more before grazing his lips gently along mine.
“You’re lying,” he says, his voice a deep growl in his chest.
I freeze, forgetting momentarily what we’d been talking about, before reality creeps back up my spine. He knows something is wrong—that has to speak for something. He knows me well enough to sense when something is off about me.
That, or I’m making it really fucking obvious. “Just thinking, that’s all.”
And I wish the fucking invasive thoughts would go away.
“Stop thinking,” he counters. “It’s overrated.”
I wish it was that easy, but the more I think about it, the more I want to know what a sensitive Rafe would be like. What a caring, tender Rafe would be like. Would he take care of me? Talk to me about his inner thoughts? Divulge any of the secrets he keeps hidden away beneath his brash exterior?
I sigh. “I’m trying.”
He pauses, unmoving, and glares down at me with a gleam of curiosity in his stern eyes. I wish he was as easy to read as my other mates who wear their hearts on their sleeves and tell me nearly every thought that crosses their mind. But Rafe is impossible to read. It’s impossible to know what he’s thinking.
Without a word he reaches up with one hand and undoes the binding around my wrists, making my heart skip a beat. I don’t say anything as he moves to unclasp the ones around my ankles, afraid I’ve made him mad somehow, and my stomach pitches toward the floor at his next words.
“Get up,” he growls.
I obey, clamoring off the bed and standing by the bedside table awaiting his next order. Is he kicking me out? Does he want me to get dressed?
As he approaches, my throat tightens and I hang onto the edge of anticipation as it threatens to eat me alive.
“Did I do something wrong?” I ask, swallowing hard.
I wouldn’t be surprised if I did; I always have a knack for ruining things by doing dumb shit. It’s pretty on brand for me.
Way to go, Devyn.
He holds out his hand to me and I stare down at it suspiciously, wondering if he’s going to be polite enough to escort me to the hallway. Will he at least let me grab my clothes first?
“Come,” he says.
He doesn’t have to ask twice.
I take his hand, noting the uptick of my heartbeat at the intimate gesture, and follow him as he leads me across the bedroom. But he’s not heading for the door, he’s heading for the tall, arched window in the corner—the one he’d been staring out thoughtfully the first time I ventured up to his room.
The image is forever burned into my memories. It was the day that changed everything. The day I chose to stay here, in this realm, with my mates. It was also the first time Rafepunishedme, which is laughable now. I relish his punishments, and if I would have known then the utter ecstasy he would bestow upon my body, I probably would have ventured up to his room sooner.
He lets go of my hand long enough to flip a latch on the window and pushes it outward. I watch the window swing open to reveal a small balcony overlooking the stretch of black grass behind the mansion that disappears into the thick of gnarled trees extending for miles in every direction. The balcony has a cement guard rail running the length of it and it’s wide enough to comfortably fit a couple of chairs out here, although there’s nothing occupying the landing currently.
Does he want fresh air?The innocent thought crosses my mind before I register what’s happening, and Rafe drags me outside through the opening.
