Page 93 of Rafe

“So, it has been decided. We shall adjourn to our rooms until noon. No one leaves this house.” She addressed Greyson without speaking his name. “And if anyone attempts to leave, you will not be able to get back in. So, I advise you enjoy your accommodations for the evening and prepare for the eclipse. There’s work to be done.”

Skylar stared at herself in the mirror. Freshly showered, the scent of lilac billowed through the air. She brushed her curly dampened hair away from her eyes and sighed. Tomorrow everything would change.

She’d fallen hard for the wolf, tormented by her dilemma. Leave Rafe to heal on his own and he might not survive the spell, crushing any hope of giving him back his life, his wolf. Give her body and soul to him, indulge in one more night? She’d likely end up making love to him again, her heart obliviated the next day when the bond was broken.

Conflicted, she mourned what could have been. But Rafe deserved a full happy life, to run as wolf, to be Alpha in every sense of the word. Though heartbreak was inevitable, happiness for Rafe would have to suffice. Tonight she’d save her wolf.

She padded into the bedroom. The heavy silk curtains had been drawn closed. Though tempted to make sure the windows had been locked, she didn’t choose to test the witch, concerned she’d set off some kind of magical alarm. Ilsbeth was wound tight, and she planned to keep her distance.

Skylar studied Rafe as she approached the four-poster bed. Nude, he slept soundly curled onto his side. Although healed, an inch-thick, raised, red scar trailed from the nape of his neck to his hip. Skylar reached for the edge of the sheet and tugged it up over his shoulder.

Untying her robe, she walked to the other side of the bed and allowed it to pool onto the floor. Skylar slid into the bed onto her side and tugged up the sheet She reached for Rafe, cupping his cheek.

“Rafe,” she whispered, her heart sinking as he didn’t respond to her voice or touch.

Had he been drugged by the poison? Or was his body simply healing in its own time? Skylar stared at his face, trailing the pad of her thumb over his lip. She sighed, her chest aching, wishing they could be together forever.

Unsure of how to rouse him, she inched closer so her body nearly touched Rafe’s. With her forehead pressed to his, she spoke softly.

“I don’t know what happened to you down there, but Ilsbeth said you’re going to be fine. But you need to be well for tomorrow. You need to drink…. from me.”

Her stomach clenched in disappointment as he failed to respond. Unsure of what she was doing, she continued to speak to him, convinced he could hear her. As she began, she spoke from her heart, the words she couldn’t say. As if she were in a confessional, she whispered, speaking her truth.

“I’m sorry about today. I’m sorry this is happening to us. You shouldn’t have to worry about hurting me. I know you didn’t ask to be vampire. But you’re beautiful, Rafe. Inside and out. Your wolf. Your vampire. All of you. I don’t know if you can hear me, but I want you to know…I lied. I don’t want to be just friends. I want to go on a date. I want to go on lots of dates with you. I want to go for beignets with you and get powdered sugar all over.” She gave a small laugh. “I want to go to this little place I know in the quarter with candlelit dinners under a sea of twinkling lights that has amazing shrimp creole. I know it’s cliché but it’s romantic. We’d go dancing all night and make love all hours of the day. We’d take vacations. Maybe go to Europe. Maybe we’d settle down, get married, have a kid or two.” Skylar fought tears, aware she would never be a main character in his story, never his mate. “This is my fairytale. I, uh, I don’t know how to get you to hear me. Or feed. I just know…I want you to be happy. I want you to have your wolf. Please.”

Skylar pressed her lips to his, cupping both his cheeks with her hands. “Please Rafe. I need you to hear me.” I love you. “Please, baby. Wake up.”

The tips of her breasts grazed his skin, sending desire through her body. Skylar craved his touch, his bite.

Her fingers teased his thigh as she brushed her mouth over his. “Remember making love to me? Come play, feed.”

Rafe moaned in response. She gasped as his eyes flashed open, his hand gripping her wrist.

A mixture of fear and arousal threaded through her. Locked in his gaze, her heart pounded against her ribs as his mouth took hers. Skylar kissed him back, tasting, her tongue dancing with his. Her whole body lit on fire with arousal. This man would always be hers in her heart.

She wrapped her fingers around his rock-hard cock, stroking him. Her lips dipped to his neck. Her mouth moved down his chest as she tightened her fist around his shaft. He sucked her fingers, releasing them, as his fangs descended.

Rafe groaned as she guided him onto his sensitive back and slid between his legs. Her lips hovered inches above his cock. Skylar teased the velvety, crinkled balls in one hand, her tongue sliding over his wet slit. She moaned, tasting his essence on her tongue. Stroking him, she plunged his cock into her mouth, swallowing him down to its root.

His fingers tunneled into her hair, his hips tilting upward as he fucked her mouth. She relished tasting her wolf. She stroked him, sucking his shaft, faster and faster.

“Stop,” Rafe pleaded, his fingers curled into her hair.

Panting, Skylar complied. Her body ripe with arousal, she moaned, her pussy aching for relief. Like a panther, she rose, stalking over her prey. Her lips wet with his essence, she climbed onto her hands and knees. As she lifted her gaze, she drank in the sight of his hungry eyes watching her every move. She hovered over him, her core mere inches from his cock.

“Skylar,” he growled, his voice rumbling over her.

They exchanged a heated look as she descended onto him. She cried out his name as his thick, rock-hard cock plunged inside her pussy. Her hair spilled over onto his shoulders as her head lolled forward. Fucking him, she moaned as his fingers teased over her breast, his hand around her throat.

Her body thrummed with arousal as her hips gyrated, her clit brushing his pelvis. He tilted his hip upward, filling her to the hilt, stroking her clit.

“Ah yes, Rafe,” she breathed.

He cupped her chin, his mouth crushing hers. She sucked a deep breath, edging closer to orgasm. As he thrust inside her, he palmed the globe of her ass, his fingers playing at her puckered hole, probing.

“Rafe,” she panted into his mouth. Closer, closer, every cell in her body thrummed with desire for her wolf.

“Yes, come for me, sweetheart,” he urged.