I slid mine down between us, wrapping my fingers around his thick length. "What about mine?"
I stroked him, rougher than I'd normally be—mostly so I could see if he liked it.
"Fuck yes. Just like that." Rafe said, eyes closing as his head dropped back a little. He still had me caged into the side of the shower, his bulk taking up all the room, along with the oxygen in the air.
Not sure why, but I obeyed him. As I moved my hand faster, the feel of silky skin on top of rock hard flesh had me clenching my thighs together. No need to worry if I had the sexual stamina to handle two boyfriends; clearly when it was my princes, I had all the stamina in the world.
Just when I was starting to get into his low groans and that look on his face, his eyes shot open and he wrapped both hands around my hips, jerking me up against the side of the shower. He slammed into me in the same instant. Fuck knows how he coordinated that so well, but I was in no head space to think about it.
I was being fucked within an inch of my life.
Rafe kissed me as he used the wall and one hand to hold me up. I liked how much he kissed during sex—it was almost the antithesis of his normal personality, but during sex... his kisses... fucking hell.
"I'm not going to last much longer," Rafe told me, eyes locked on mine. "I've been staring at your tits for half the night with your ass pressed along my fucking leg, and now that you're cunt is wrapped around my cock..."
I came. My head cracked into the wall as a scream ripped from my lips. Rafe groaned, his lips landing on my throat as he followed suit, coming into me for what felt like a fucking hour and leaving both of us completely wrecked by the time we were done.
We sank to the shower floor, and I was grateful that this school didn't have shared bathrooms. Because I was lying down until my legs worked again.
Rafe dragged me into his lap and reached up to adjust the water so it was finally warm as it crashed against my trembling limbs. We sat like that for so long I wondered if he'd fallen asleep. Cradled against him like I was, I couldn't see his face, but I could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath me.
Moments like these could destroy the tough shell I'd spent a decade perfecting.
"If we stay like this," Rafe said, startling me after all the silence, "maybe the rest of the world will fuck off and leave us alone."
Sucking in a deep breath, I wiggled my way around so that I was facing him with a leg on either side of his torso. His cock was still mostly hard against me, but I managed to ignore it for the more pressing conversation we needed to have.
"Why were you so angry at me?"
Rafe's face was expressionless, but his eyes were raging fires of blue. I didn't think he was going to answer—everything about him screamed that he was not going to answer—but then he shocked the shit out of me by reaching up and lacing his fingers into my hair, holding me so I couldn't even move an inch away from him.
His strength was scary, in the best fucking kind of way. He'd never used it against me, only for me, and that was the sort of asshole prince I needed in my life.
"You reminded me that I hate to be out of control," Rafe said. "When that helicopter took me away from you, there was a moment when I wondered if I'd see you again. I realized that if the answer to that is ever no, I’m not sure I can continue to exist." He swallowed roughly, and I tried to remember to breathe.
"When I saw you the next time, it was with that fucking asshole's hands all over you, touching you in a way that made it clear he'd touched you before. Something inside of me snapped. I decided that I was no use to you or Jordan when I was so emotional, so I fucking shut it down. I had to. For all of us to survive, I couldn't do what I desperately wanted, which was walk over and snap Uriel's neck."
He dropped his head, chest heaving with emotions. "I let you down."
"No!" I snapped back, my voice cracking. "I understand being a fighter, Rafe. Being a warrior. Turning off emotions to get the fucking job done. I would not have blamed you for that."
"I blamed me," Rafe said with force. "I fucked up and I couldn't turn it off. The further I fell down the hole of shutting you out, the worse it got. You deserve better than me, but I'm not a good enough person to let you go."
I shrugged, my heart hammering in my chest. "Pretty sure of the three of us, only Jordan is good. Here's hoping he doesn't decide to throw our broken asses away one day."
"No worries about that," Jordan said drily, and both our heads jerked to the side to find him perched against the sink, arms crossed as he watched us. There was no unease on his face—someone had gotten to the party quicker than Rafe, apparently.
"Mattie is at the door demanding we get to breakfast," he added. "She brought clothes for Violet."
"Get off that sexy hunk of a prince and get out here," my friend shouted, her words clear even through the closed door.
Jordan laughed. "If I didn't come in and get you, she would have."
I was laughing myself as I attempted to stand, but Rafe's hand, still tangled in my hair, kept me from moving. I turned confused eyes on him, and found his face close, lips lifting to press to mine. This kiss was softer than I was used to from him, and in it was a moment of healing, of acceptance, of love.
"Mine," he breathed as he pulled away.
"And mine," Jordan added.
