Chapter 53 Rafe
Rafe
Dulzura. My Dulzura. Wrecked and perfect. Undeniably mine.
I kneel on the floor, my cock held, but not by me. Eli kneels behind me, one arm locked around my chest, the other stroking my cock in slow, deliberate passes.
“I think she’s ready for us,” he growls low into my ear.
I hear the sharpened edge in his voice. He has his mask on. Three days in the nest has been a lot for everyone and sometimes he's needed the break. There’s always something raw about him when he can’t hear himself.
I nod. He releases me.
We move together across the nest. Winnie’s chest rises and falls, marked three times now. I glance at Eli. He nods.
He stands, helping Winnie up with him. He goes to lift her by the thighs, hands firm and possessive, until she stills him.
“I want to see you when we bond,” she says softly. “I promise I can be silent.”
I watch Eli read her lips. He looks at me. We’ve done this before, though silence has never been my strength. One of my few flaws. I smile and nod. I can do this for her, and for him.
He peels the mask away slowly. Over his chin, mouth, then nose.
His handsome face guts me every time.
Winnie gasps and leans back into my chest. I wrap an arm around her as he removes the earbuds next.
She takes Eli’s hand, guiding his fingertips to her mouth. The thought alone of taking her while she keeps every beautiful sound locked inside sends heat pooling low and heavy, my cock swelling in answer.
Eli’s eyes meet mine. He’s thinking the same thing.
He withdraws his fingers and replaces them with his lips, kissing her softly, slowly. “I love you, Softness.”
“I love you too,” she replies.
“Take us,” he murmurs, hands sliding to her thighs, lifting her, positioning her above him. “Not a sound.”
I grab her ass, holding her steady as we lock eyes. I press forward, my shaft sliding between her cheeks. Eli moves between her slick, heat-wet folds. My cock brushes along the side of his, the friction nearly tearing a sound from my throat, but I barely hold it back.
He pulls back. So do I.
I line myself up with her tight ass, knowing Eli is doing the same at her front. We hold each other’s gaze as we push in together.
Her tight heat grips me, perfect on its own, but paired with the slide of Eli through the thin wall between us, it becomes disorienting in the best way.
I breathe through my nose, the forced silence sharpening everything.
Touch. Scent. The rush of blood in my ears.
With nowhere to release it vocally, sensation floods every other sense.
I’ve never felt so much at once.
Winnie lets out a soft grunt as we move slower, deeper, taking turns filling her. I lift my hand to her mouth. Instead of covering it, I hook my thumb inside, pressing gently into the warmth there.
Her breath stutters, hot against my skin. Her lips close around my thumb, slow and needy, her tongue circling with careful intent.
Eli’s gaze locks on my thumb in her mouth, dark and focused.
The room seems to hold its breath. Nothing but skin sliding against skin, the quiet cadence of our bodies moving together. Even our breathing stays low, controlled.
Eli brings her wrist to his mouth and looks to me. I take her other wrist. We bite at the same time.
The pull is immediate.
Her face tightens, her mouth falling open. My thumb still draws her cheek outward as she breaks in silence. Her tight ass pulses around me, clenching and fluttering. Eli’s free thumb finds her other cheek, rubbing slow and grounding as she bites down hard on both of our thumbs.
Her bond surges, opening, dragging me straight into her.
She's warmth and comfort while being hot as a flame. She's everything.
And beneath that, Eli is thunder across the lake while I am wrapped in front of a warm fire. Intense. Steady. Deeply comforting.
It’s perfect.