Rafe smiled, brushing his fingers across Adri’s forehead to smooth the lines away. “I’m fine with whatever you want or need, kitten. My point was only that rudeness will get a very particular response from me, so you should be sure that’s what you want before you go that route.”
Adri’s tongue snuck out to lick his lips, and his eyes dropped to Rafe’s mouth. “It’s like magic the way I fall under your spell when you’re near.”
Rafe’s fingers tightened on Adri’s face as the scent of both their arousal grew stronger. “I swear I’m not using a drop of my power … but I could be. If you want.”
CHAPTER 7: RAFE
Adri’s mouth slipped open,and Rafe watched entranced as his mate’s chest rose and fell in panting breaths.
“We don’t have time.”
Rafe let his hand drop to Adri’s collarbone, tracing a finger along it and down the centre of his chest, letting just a touch of his affinity with the wild magic in his veins out to make his mate shiver.
“Do you want to play, kitten?” he asked, voice dropping into a growl.
Adri shoved into his body, overbalancing him onto the rug they were sitting on until he was sprawled on the floor beneath him. Unable to resist the temptation, Rafe grabbed Adri’s hips and ground up into him, letting their hard cocks slide against each other as they both lost themselves in rutting for longer than they should have.
Adri let out a sound that was part hiss, part groan. “We’re wearing too many clothes. I’m going to have an imprint of your zipper on my dick.”
Rafe smirked and took pity on him, flipping them over so he was on top and taking the pressure off.
“Better?”
“No,” Adri complained as he tried in vain to get some friction back.
“Do you want to come, kitten?”
“Fuck you. You know I do,” Adri snapped.
It was Rafe’s turn to groan, his fangs lengthening as he knew his eyes would be flashing gold. His kitten wanted to play, after all. Adri immediately realised what he’d done, freezing under him.
“I wasn’t trying to be rude.”
Rafe raised an eyebrow, and Adri looked away. “Weren’t you?”
Leaning forward on all fours over his mate, Rafe shoved his hand under the waistband of Adri’s sweatpants, taking his shaft in hand. “Tell me you want this, kitten.”
“I already told you I do,” Adri said, panting as he tried to arch his hips up into Rafe’s grip, but unable to move because of his weight on his legs.
“Beg me for it.”
Adri tipped his head back, probably in annoyance, but all Rafe’s wolf could see was his mate baring his neck in submission. His hips jerked forward in an aborted rut as he fought for control.
“Make me come,” Adri finally growled.
Rafe waited, raising an eyebrow.
“For fuck’s sake.Please,” Adri added.
Rafe tightened his grip on Adri’s cock, gathering the pre-cum leaking from his tip so he could stroke down his length, long and slow, before dragging back up again. “Are you sure that’s what you want to beg for?”
“What the fuck else is there?”
“You could beg to touch me. Or beg me to punish you,” Rafe said, licking a strip up his neck before blowing on it.
Adri shivered with need beneath him, squeezing his eyes closed. “Just dosomething.Anything. We’re late. We need to go.”
Rafe huffed another breath against his neck. So impatient.
