Chapter 11 Rafe
RAFE
The heavy tactical canvas pools around her ankles.
I kick the borrowed pants across the wooden floorboards. She stands exposed in the dim amber light.
A scrap of black lace covers heavy breasts. Two thin strips of black silk ride high on her hips. The crisp mountain air does nothing to cool the heat radiating from her golden skin.
The sight of her knocks the air from my lungs.
The feral animal tearing at my ribs takes control. My legendary discipline shatters. My knees hit the floorboards in front of her.
My hands reach out. I grip her bare, plush hips.
Calix Ferraro looked at this woman and saw flaws. The butcher touched her like defective property. The memory of his arrogant voice makes my blood boil with homicidal rage. Calix is a dead man. The need to eradicate his filthy memory from her skin consumes my brain.
“Look at me, Firebird.” The words drop into a dark, guttural growl.
Her chest heaves. Her gaze drops down. Dark eyes stare back, blown out with heavy lust.
“You are a goddamn feast.” I dig my thumbs deep into the plush curves of her hips. “I am going to worship every single inch of this.”
I lower my head. I press my open mouth against the exact spot on her hip where Calix’s cruel fingers left their invisible mark.
I bite down on the soft flesh. The nip doesn’t hurt her, but it leaves a firm, undeniable brand. I drag my wet tongue slowly across her skin, replacing the butcher’s vile touch with blazing, territorial heat.
A loud gasp rips from her throat. Her hands dive into my messy hair. Her fingers grip the thick strands tightly, pulling my head closer.
I drag my rough palms up her ribcage. I stop at the front clasp of her black lace bra.
I pinch the small plastic lock. One quick snap severs the connection.
The heavy lace falls away.
Her breasts spill into my hands. Bare. Soft. The tight, dark peaks of her nipples pebble in the cold cabin air. A primal, starving hunger roars to life.
A small object slips from the parted lace. It hits the wooden floorboards with a sharp, metallic clink.
I glance down. A sleek silver USB drive rests on the dusty wood.
My tactical brain clicks into overdrive. She smuggled raw data right under her cartel brother’s nose. Right now, it doesn’t matter what the drive holds. The realization that the captive princess is a lethal mastermind stealing from her own family acts like pure gasoline on an open flame.
I kick the silver drive into the dark shadows beneath the wooden table, my eyes never leaving her flushed skin.
“Come here.”
I stand in one fluid, powerful motion. My arms wrap around her waist. I lift her off her feet. She weighs nothing against my bulk.
Her thick thighs wrap around my hips. Her arms lock around my neck. Her flushed face buries into the curve of my shoulder.
My heavy boots carry us toward the stone fireplace.
The roaring fire crackles and spits. Blazing orange light paints the amber-lit room. A thick bearskin rug stretches across the floorboards directly in front of the hearth.
I lower her slowly onto her back. The soft, thick fur swallows her curves. The blazing firelight illuminates her golden skin. She looks like a pagan goddess offered to a starving beast.
My knees hit the floor between her spread thighs.
I grip the thin strips of black silk on her hips. The fragile panties rip cleanly in half. The ruined fabric joins the leather jacket in a discarded pile.
She is naked.
I push her thick thighs wide. I press her knees back until she is open to the firelight.
The slick, wet shine of her pussy stops my heart.
She is dripping. Heavy arousal slicks her swollen pink folds. The potent scent of rose, fear, and pure female heat hits the air. The primal scent shreds the final thread of my sanity.
I position my broad shoulders between her open legs.
“I am going to devour you.”
I lower my head. My mouth dives into her soaking wet cunt.
My rough tongue drags straight up her slick slit.
A high-pitched scream shatters the silence of the cabin. Her back arches off the rug. Her hands fly down, fingers tangling in my dark hair.
I don’t stop. My tongue laps at her soaking wet folds. I swallow her sweet, intoxicating taste like water in a barren desert. She tastes like honey and pure sin.
I find the engorged, throbbing bead of her clit. I wrap my lips around the sensitive, aching nub, sucking her hard into my hot mouth while my tongue lashes her dripping pussy in rapid, relentless flicks. She’s soaking wet, her sweet cream coating my beard as she thrashes against the fur.
“Rafe!” Her voice breaks on a sob. Her hips buck wildly off the floor. She grinds down against my face, chasing the agonizing friction.
“Give it to me,” I growl against her soaking wet pussy. “Let go, Firebird.”
I press two thick, calloused fingers against her tight opening. I slide them deep inside her slick channel.
She is impossibly tight. Her hot, wet inner walls clamp down hard around my fingers. The intense heat nearly sears my skin.
I pump my fingers in and out of her in a slow, punishing rhythm, mimicking the brutal thrusts of a hard cock. I curl them upward inside her, striking the swollen, ridged bundle of nerves buried deep on her front wall.
“Please.” Open begging fills the room. Tears stream down her flushed cheeks. “Please, it is too much.”
She is still holding back. I can feel it in the way her jaw clenches, the way she bites down on her own lip. She has been taught to suffer quietly. I don’t know who put that lesson in her bones, but it ends right now.
My mouth pulls back a fraction.
“Scream for me.” I drag my rough thumb across her throbbing clit. “Be loud. Take up all the goddamn space in this room. You are safe here. Let it go.”
The permission destroys her final barrier.
She shatters.
A full-body tremor rips through her plush curves. Her inner walls milk my buried fingers with crushing force. A loud, desperate scream tears from her throat. My name echoes into the freezing mountain air.
She floods my mouth. I press my lips hard against her dripping slit. I take everything she gives me. Not a single drop of her goes to waste.
I pull my slick fingers out of her channel.
She lays wrecked on the bearskin rug. Her chest heaves. Her eyes squeeze shut. Her thighs tremble.
I’m already bare-chested, the air cooling the sweat on the jagged burn scars she uncovered earlier. My hands drop to the heavy leather belt. The metal buckle pops as I shove my tactical pants and boxer briefs down my legs, kicking my combat boots aside.
I stand naked in the amber firelight.
The freezing mountain air hits blazing hot skin. My cock stands rigid against my abdomen. A heavy drop of clear pre-cum leaks from the blunt, purple head. The painful, throbbing ache demands friction.
Lucia opens her dark eyes.
Her gaze tracks slowly up my legs. It locks onto my length. A hard swallow bobs in her throat. Her eyes travel higher, taking in my chest and shoulders.
I don’t hide any of it. The scarred chest. The feral nature. The beast fully out of the cage.
I drop back down to the rug. I cage her beneath my heavy bulk.
My broad chest hovers inches above her breasts. My forearms take the weight. I look down into her flushed, beautiful face.
“You belong to me.” The declaration hits with unbreakable certainty. “You belong to the Beast.”
She nods frantically. Her small hands reach up and grip my shoulders. “Yes.”
I shift my hips forward. I part her thick, trembling thighs wider. The blunt, weeping head of my cock aligns against her slick, swollen opening.
I push forward.
The thick, blunt head of my cock breaches her tight, dripping pussy. She is impossibly, incredibly tight. The slick, soaking wet heat of her inner walls grips my thick shaft, claiming me back.
A harsh groan tears from my throat.
“Look at me.”
Her dark, glassy eyes lock onto mine.
I drive my hips forward with brutal force. My entire length buries deep inside her tight channel in one long, agonizingly slow thrust.
A loud cry escapes her lips. Her fingernails dig into my back. Her body stretches wide to take my girth. The searing heat of her internal muscles wraps around my thick shaft.
The perfection of the fit steals the air from the room. She was made to take every single inch of me.
I pull my hips back. My cock drags almost out of her wet channel.
I slam forward again. Buried to the hilt.
The claiming begins.
A brutal, punishing pace takes over. Hard, deep thrusts. My hips snap forward with mechanical precision. The loud, wet sound of skin against skin echoes over the crackling fire.
The friction is pure madness.
“Mine,” I snarl against her ear.
My hands drop to her plush hips. My fingers dig deep into the soft curves. Dark, possessive marks bloom on her golden skin—lurid evidence of exactly who she belongs to. It’s a visible brand of my protection.
“No one is ever putting you in a cage again.” The promise drives home with every thrust.
She takes every stroke. Her hips rise off the fur rug to meet me. Her long legs wrap around my thighs. Her ankles lock together, trapping me deep inside her heat.
“Harder.” The begging is desperate. “Rafe, please. Harder.”
The demand shatters my remaining control.
I pound into her with reckless, animalistic aggression. My cock hits the deepest spot on her back wall over and over again.
The heavy scent of sweat, rose, and sex thickens the air. Amber firelight dances across our slick, tangled bodies.
The pressure builds to a breaking point. The base of my spine tingles. The ache in my balls demands release.
Her inner muscles clamp down around my shaft with crushing force.
“Rafe!” Her head throws back. Her spine arches off the rug.
Her climax triggers mine.
I grind deep against her soaking wet folds. I bury myself to the hilt.
A feral roar rips from my chest.
I release inside her. Thick, heavy pulses of heat pump deep. My body shudders with every explosive wave. I empty myself in her tight, claiming heat.
The climax wrecks me.
My muscles give out. I collapse onto her soft, plush curves. My face buries in the crook of her neck.
We pant against each other, ragged and wrecked. Our chests heave. The wild, frantic beating of our hearts synchronizes in the dark room.
I stay buried inside her.
Minutes pass in total, exhausted silence. The adrenaline crashes. Heavy peace takes its place.
I roll slowly onto my back. The physical seal breaks with a soft, wet sound.
I pull her thick, beautiful body on top of my chest. Her flushed cheek rests against my pectoral. Soft, bare skin burns hot against mine.
I reach down and grab the heavy wool blanket off the leather sofa. I drag it over our sweaty bodies, cocooning us against the freezing mountain air.
I stroke her messy dark hair in a slow, protective rhythm.
She belongs to me.
My territorial brain stops fighting the truth. The denial burns away in the ashes of the fireplace. The older brothers were right. The Thunderbolt hit hard, fast, and irreversibly. The desperate fight to remain unattached is over. The beast is claimed by the cartel princess sleeping on his chest.
A sharp burst of static slices through the quiet room.
The encrypted comms unit on my discarded tactical vest crackles from the floorboards.
“Surgeon to Beast.” Jude’s low, surgical voice cuts through the tiny speaker. “Approaching the North Cabin. Perimeter is clear. Tyra is asleep.”