“I’m a mafia doctor, kitten, not a human one. I have a moral code, but I took no oath. I’ve definitely done harm before, although only to those who deserved it. How is using my power any different from using my hand? Did you not enjoy it?”
“I couldn’t stop myself from coming.”
“All you had to do was say stop, and I would have. You know that. You didn’t want me to.”
Adri growled. “I should have wanted you to.”
“Why? You deserve to take what you need.”
“I’m not an idiot, Doc. I wasn’ttakinga damn thing.”
“You deserve to be given what you need, then. Would you like to know what else I can give you with my power?”
“No.”
“You sure about that, kitten?”
“No.”
Rafe smiled, stalking closer and taking Adri’s empty mug from his hand to set it aside before caging him against the kitchen counter and running his nose up his throat as he drew in his mate’s intoxicating jungle scent.
“I can make you orgasm over and over again without even touching you, totally dry while your cum swells in your balls, until your heart is racing and you can’t remember a time you weren’t bathed in pleasure, but every cell in your body is aching to feel my skin. I can touch you, suck on you, bite you, and shove my cock deep inside you, all while holding your orgasm back, controlling it, because I willownit. You’ll be unable to come until I let you. Unable to do anything but take what I give until you beg me for what you need. It will hurt so good, kitten. You’ve never felt anything like it.
“And if you rile me up really good. If you’re rude to me, and brat at me, and storm out that door after you’ve given yourself to me, I’ll make your blood head south, make you swell until you’re hard and dripping, make your length tremble and throb, and then keep you that way. You’ll be walking down the street, talking to your friends, training—and you won’t be able to jerk yourself to release, no matter how hard you try. Won’t be ableto do anything to relieve the pressure until you return to me. Everyone who looks at you will know exactly who you belong to. Would you like that, kitten?”
“No,” Adri said, glancing away.
The rich scent of his arousal flooded the room, and a quick glance down showed just how hard Rafe’s words had made him.
“Liar. But don’t worry, I won’t do any of that until you ask. It’s like Marco said—it’s more fun when you beg.”
“Never going to happen.”
“Your loss. You’re not ready for that yet, anyway. You still need to heal. Need torest.”
“So doyou,” Adri shot back. “I know you skipped breakfast. Sit down and eat something proper already.”
Rafe’s eyes softened, and he brushed a kiss over the stubble on Adri’s cheek before heading over to the tray of food he’d left out for his mate to make them both a plate.
“I’ve got a fight scheduled for next week. I need to start training again,” Adri said once they were sitting. He’d waited until Rafe had his mouth full so he couldn’t immediately growl at him.
“No,” Rafe said before he could control his instincts.
Adri froze, and Rafe knew he’d fucked up. Again.
“Thanks for everything, Doc. I got it from here,” Adri said.
Rafe’s knuckles whitened as Adri placed his fork down on his plate with a soft clink before getting to his feet and heading toward the stairs.
“I can’t maintain the pain block once you leave,” Rafe reminded him, forcing himself to stay seated before he did any more damage to their fragile relationship by trying to save his mate from himself.
“Good. You shouldn’t be maintaining it anyway. You’re wasting your magic on me. It looks fine now. Any pain will be manageable,” Adri said.
“You feeling any pain at all is too much,” Rafe growled.
Adri huffed as he shoved his feet into his combat boots by the door. “I’m not a delicate kitten you need to protect.”
“No. You’re a vicious kitten I want to devour.”
