“Stay the hell away from my sister.”
Des snorts. “Don’t worry. I’m not interested in that hurricane of drama.”
Satisfied, Zheng stands from the table just as the bell rings, calling an end to lunch. “I’ll catch up with you later,” he tells me.
I wave goodbye as the rest of us gather our things and head to our next class. Rafe holds my hand in the halls and together we ignore everyone’s interested stares. I don’t think Hellbound High will ever get used to seeing Rafael in a relationship, but at least they’ve stopped sneering at me.
Jordy and Des turn down a hallway on our left, and Rafe and I continue forward. Spotting a classroom that brings back heat inducing memories, I tug Rafael towards it and shove him inside, closing the door behind me. I make a point of locking the door before looking at my very hot and very confused boyfriend.
“We’re going to be late,” he says.
I walk towards him and play my hands on his check. Licking my lips, I lean in close, “I don’t want to go to class. I want to stay here. With you.”
A growl rumbles in his chest and he latches on to my hips. I reach down and cup his dick over his sweats. He moans. “I want you,” I whisper.
Rafe sucks on his bottom lip, and I can tell he’s debating whether this is a good idea or not.
“Do you remember the last time we were alone in this room?” I ask.
His eyes sweep the empty classroom. Recognition brightens his gaze before he gives me a questioning look. “I don’t think this is a good—” Throwing caution to the wind, I tear my shirty over my head, exposing the black bra underneath. His eyes zero in on my chest and his mouth drops open. Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the floor.
He growls.
A smile teases the corners of my mouth as I spot the blatant want on his face, his eyes flashing silver. He still hasn’t moved, but he will. Rafe wants me just as bad as I want him. He just needs a little more encouragement, and I plan to give him exactly that.
I palm one of my breaths, my free hand reaching out for his. Pulling him closer, I replace my hand with his and he squeezes my flesh, his eyes darkening, before tugging at one taut nipple.
I gasp, electricity zipping through me and arrowing straight to my core. Rafe’s other hand tugs me flush against his body.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says just before dipping his head and claiming my mouth with a soft, gentle kiss. I moan into the kiss, pouring all of my need and desire into his hot mouth. Encouraging him to go deeper. To devour me the way I want him to. He keeps his kiss gentle. His lips controlled. I hate it. I want him to let go. To just give in to his wolf and the lust coursing through us both.
My fingers fumble with the waistband of his sweats and I slide my hand beneath his boxes, wrapping my fingers around the smooth skin of his shaft. I pull his cock out of the front of his underwear and give him a careful squeeze. His hips involuntarily thrust forward in my grasp.
He mutters out a harsh, “Fuck.” And his chin dips down, his gaze locked on my hand, pumping his cock. I smirk and raise a brow. Dark eyes meet mine. “Isa—”
“Stop talking.” I pump his dick up and down, using my free hand to cup his balls. His eyes flash with metallic heat and my heart counts in my chest, sensing his wolf close to the surface. Tension lines his face and I know he’s straining to hold himself in place. But I’m determined to make him move. Dropping to my knees, I take his cock and wrap my lips around the engorged head, swelling his shaft until the top presses against the back of my throat. He snarls. His head rolls back on his shoulders, eyes on the ceiling as he swears in Spanish. “Maldita sea. You’re going to kill me.” He groans, a wicked and starved sound that makes liquid heat pool between my thighs. I bob my head, working him over, but after a few short minutes, he jerks me to my feet and slams his mouth on mine. He devours me with his kiss and it’s all I can do to remain standing. His tongue tangles with mine. Teeth crashing.
This, right here. This is what I needed. I give myself to him, imagining what it will feel like with him inside me. His hand kneads my breasts and I writhe against him. Desperate for more.
I grab one of his hands and drag it to my aching center beneath the hem of my skirt. He curses when his fingers meet smooth, bare flesh, having come to school without panties in the hopes of this very thing happening. “You make me insane,” he growls into my mouth, pressing me back against one of the desks.
It’s been months since the attacks. Months of adjusting to a new life and a new normal. Of living with the man I love and having him walk on eggshells around me.
He’s been careful. Patient.
But, I need more. If I make him insane, he makes me absolutely crazy. I can’t get enough of him. My wolf rakes against my nerves, demanding we be claimed. It’s a visceral need I can’t shake. When we realized how attached our wolves were getting, how this was more than love. It was… everything. We tried to slow down, recognizing that we’re still so young. But, it’s been long enough that we’ve denied ourselves this. “I want you.”
Practiced fingers delve between my legs, circling my clit. I tense and warmth floods through my veins. “Are you sure? I might…”
His eyes are hooded, stark need staring back at me through the eyes of his wolf. I shallow hard and mash my breast against his firm chest.
“Yes,” I hiss.
He teases my entrance before two fingers slip inside me. My head falls back. He pumps his fingers in and out of me as his thumb continues to circle my clit. Pressing me back, my butt rests on the edge of the desk and he withdraws his fingers to position my legs on either side of it, exposing my center to his hungry stare. With one hand, he grips my thigh, kneading my flesh before slipping his fingers back inside me. God, he feels so good. He adds a third finger and my breath hitches.
“Play with your tits, Isa,” he demands. I do as he orders, massaging my breast and tugging at my aching nipples.
He groans, his fingers working in and out of me. Pleasure assaults me as my climax moves closer, but I don’t want to come on his fingers. I want to come with him buried inside of me. Reach down, I grip his shaft.
