"Deal," Rafe said, and then he released me. I rolled off him, my body screaming at me from all the abuse. “Strip!”
I spun and blinked at him. “What?”
His face was expressionless, those fucking eyes drowning me with intensity. “Strip.”
Fuck. Me.
No, seriously, fuck me now. I’d resisted as long as I could.
My gaze shot to Jordan, questioning, and he scrubbed a hand over his face.
"Fuck’s sake," he muttered with a groan, shaking his head. "I can't stand here and watch this without going all possessive and punching Rafe in the face."
Rafe snorted a laugh. "You couldtry."
Jordy just rolled his eyes, his hand going to his pants to adjust himself. "You've got five minutes. After that, it's on you to explain why you're so late to the dinner."
With one last pained look, he slipped back out of the room and closed the door behind him.
"I'm waiting," Rafe prompted when Jordan's footsteps faded away, leaving us totally alone. It was probably for the best, given how possessive they both were of me. Actual three-way sex would more than likely end up in some kind of bloody massacre when Rafe and Jordan realized they were really only okay sharing me when it was out of sight.
I raised my brows at Rafe, and his dark gaze swept my body.
"Strip," he repeated. "Unless you don't want to come in the next five minutes?"
It was safe to say my clothes had never hit the floor faster than in that moment. If five minutes was all we had, then I wasn't messing around.
I frowned as my panties dropped, noticing Rafe hadn't reciprocated.
"You just gonna stand there with all your clothes on? I thought we were on a time limit here." He grinned and I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. "Rafe..."
"Quit giving me that look, Cinderella," he replied with a teasing edge. "We don't have anywhere near enough time to do everything I want to do to you. For now, I'll be satisfied with something small. Come here." He held a hand out to me, and I eyed it warily.
"Why do I feel like I'll regret this?" I muttered, but took his hand anyway.
The second our fingers touched, his grip tightened, and he hauled me across the space between us. My naked body pinned to his, Rafe walked us across the padded mats until the backs of my knees hit his weight-lifting bench, and he pushed me to sit.
Wordless, but holding my gaze with unblinking intensity, Rafe sank to his knees and spread my legs wide—way wider than he needed to, but that was just typical Rafe, constantly needing to show me he was in control.
When his mouth came down on my aching cunt, I let out a low moan. My hips surged up, eager for more, and my fingers tangled in his black hair. If this was how he wanted to punish me, maybe I'd break his rules more often.
His sinful tongue lashed at my pussy, torturing me in the sweetest way until his fingers sank back into me and I screamed. I was way past the point of coherent speech, so I just threw my head back and let him work me over.
When I came, I saw stars. Fuckingstars. My vision spotted, my ears rang, and—
"Fuck!" I shouted at the sharp pain of Rafe's teeth on my inner thigh. But then he sucked the injury and I came again.Bam, just like that. By the time I’d eventually come back to Earth, my whole body was like jelly and the leather bench beneath my ass was slick with the evidence of my intense orgasms.
Rafe didn't rush me as my chest heaved and I untangled my fingers from his hair. He just kissed along my inner thighs, then ran the tip of his tongue over the vicious bite mark he'd left.
I shuddered and groaned at how much it hurt, but also at how much it turned me on again. If we had more time, I'd definitely be ripping his pants off and riding him like my personal pony.
"What the fuck was that for?" I growled when my breathing slowed a fraction. My voice was hoarse from screaming and my mouth was dry, but I was in a euphoric bliss so my growl held little to no anger whatsoever.
Rafe's grin was pure evil. "I told you I'd leave a mark," he replied, licking the mark again. He'd sucked it right after biting, so not only were there teeth marks, he’d ensured it would bruise enough to create a purple hickey. Classy as fuck.
"Caveman," I muttered, biting my lip as his hands cupped my ass and slid me closer to him. He sat up on his knees and brought his lips to mine for a slow, lingering kiss that tasted like me.
"I wish I could make that permanent," he murmured against my lips. His hands were tangled in my messy hair, and I knew there was no way in hell we were making it to the dinner on time. "The way you've permanently marked my soul." He pulled back from my lips just far enough to meet my gaze, but his grip on my hair didn't falter. "In case there could be any level of confusion, let this be totally clear. I love you, Violet Rose Spencer. Violence, too. You're my entire fucking world, and I will see the streets run red with blood before I let Uriel get his hands on you again. Understood?" The raw emotion in his voice struck me straight in the heart, and for a second it was like I couldn't breathe.
