Page 30 of Rafe

“Please,” she breathed, her chest swirling with emotion. There was something about this gentle giant. Her hero…saving her once again.

With primal passion he sucked her nipple. Her body writhed underneath his. Seeking relief from the aching between her legs, she tilted her hips upward, and his hardened cock brushed over her mound.

Skylar closed her eyes, her body tingling with desire. She cried out with pleasure as his fingers slipped beneath her panties, brushing through her wet folds, teasing her sensitive nub.

“Yes, please, Rafe,” she begged as he cupped her mound, teasing her.

Her body stiffened against his hand as he plunged a thick finger into her core. She bit at his shoulder, her fingernails digging into his back. “Oh God, yes. Rafe, please.”

Breathless, her body trembled as he slid another thick finger into her pussy, his thumb circling her clit. She slid her hand between his thighs and captured his rock-hard cock, stroking it.

“Yes, Rafe. Don’t stop. I need…” She sucked a breath, her body trembling as her climax rocked her. “Yes, yes⁠—”

A knock on the wall sounded. Immediately, she stilled, aware of a presence. Her eyes widened at the familiar man staring at them from across the room. “Oh my God.”

“Jesus Christ, Greyson. What the hell?” Rafe yanked the comforter over both of them.

“It’s time to roll. I know she needs to rest but, uh, we gotta hit things before it’s dark. We need to use the light to our advantage.” Greyson smiled at her. “Hey there, neighbor. Nice meeting you again.”

“Dude. Not cool. You need to get outta here,” Rafe yelled at him.

“Five minutes. I’ll meet you both in the kitchen in five minutes.” Greyson crossed his arms.

Skylar stared at Greyson. The handsome man with a neatly trimmed beard appeared to enjoy toying with them. Stylish, he wore a black peacoat with jeans and high-end black leather combat boots. Yet clearly his fashion style didn’t translate to manners, as he appeared quite happy with his unwelcome intrusion.

“Five minutes.” Greyson locked eyes on Skylar and dropped his fangs.

Her heart caught in her throat and she scrambled behind Rafe. “Vampire!”

“You’re killing me here, Grey. What the fuck? Seriously?” Rafe turned to Skylar. “He’s fine. He’s not going to hurt you. He’s harmless. I swear.” He focused back on Greyson. “Apologize. Now.”

“What for?” The vampire rolled his eyes.

“The fangs.” Rafe plowed his fingers through his wild hair. “Jesus. What’s wrong with you?”

Greyson looked to Skylar and retracted his teeth. “Five minutes.”

Skylar’s jaw dropped open as the vampire dematerialized into the ether right before her eyes. First a wolf. Now a disappearing vampire. She’d gone her whole life avoiding the paranormal, and within twenty-four hours, she’d begun falling for a shifter and was just cock blocked by a vampire.

“I’m not going with him,” she protested, searching through the disheveled bed for her tank top. “Where are my clothes?”

“I’m really sorry, Sky, but you can’t stay here by yourself.” Rafe placed a gentle hand onto her shoulder. “We don’t know who they were last night but it’s the reason why we’re here. I’ll explain it all to you in the car, but we’ve got to find out who is doing this. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

Skylar shook her head, annoyed with the entire situation. “What happened to the rest of my clothes?”

“Yeah, about that. You were covered in dirt and blood so…” Rafe gestured to a chair in the corner with clothing draped over it. “We got you something to wear.”

“I need a shower,” she sighed, and shoved off the bed.

“Hey,” Rafe reached for her hand. “It’s going to be okay.”

Skylar’s stomach tightened into a knot, recalling the monsters who’d attacked her. She wasn’t safe alone.

She sighed in resignation. With no other choice, she’d go with Rafe and the vampire. There was a reason she never went to blood clubs or got involved with the paranormal scene in New Orleans. The past twenty-four hours had taught her she’d been right, to never ignore her instincts. Her gut warned her that no matter what kind of big feelings she was developing for the wolf, it would never work.

Skylar unconsciously wrung her hands as she rode in the back of the black SUV, still reeling from Greyson’s intrusion. The vampire appeared jovial as he drove, singing Bohemian Rhapsody at the top of his lungs as he barreled down the road, weaving in and out of traffic. Though the sight of his fangs had frightened her, she’d begun to lean toward curiosity as opposed to fear.

Rafe shot her a look of amusement at the vampire’s proclivity for music and theatrics. He winked at her, spiking her arousal, and her cheeks reddened. She bit her lip, curbing her reaction, embarrassed by how easily the wolf affected her.