Chapter 15 #3
Rafe was a beautiful thing to behold. He gave himself over so completely to every experience, trusting Philippe to protect and take care of him along the way. That trust was so precious to Philippe. He never wanted to do anything to cause Rafe to rip it away.
“Please, Philippe, I want you now. Don’t make us wait.”
No, Philippe didn’t want to wait another second.
He pulled his fingers free of Rafe’s body and snatched up the lube.
He poured some on his aching cock and tossed it aside again.
Inching closer, he rubbed the head against Rafe’s entrance, while bracing one hand next to Rafe’s shoulder.
He paused to stare down at the vampire’s wet, swollen lips.
Bright-blue eyes stared up at him, watching him with a heady mix of trust, hunger, and love.
God, he didn’t know what he’d done in this life to deserve that look, but he was so grateful to be there in that moment.
Philippe pressed forward and all clear thought was ripped from his brain.
He became aware of only intense heat and the wonderful tight grip of Rafe’s body.
He pushed forward inch by slow inch, dragging out the initial penetration as long as possible.
Rafe moaned and tried to move, tried to impale himself, but Philippe gripped his hip with his other hand, holding him still.
When he was fully seated, his balls pressed to Rafe’s sweet ass, he lowered himself to his elbow.
His chest pressed against Rafe so that he could feel each heartbeat next to his own.
He could feel the push of each ragged breath.
Rafe wrapped his legs around Philippe’s hips, drawing them even tighter together. Flesh touching flesh everywhere.
This was what had been missing their first time together, when Philippe had let fear and insecurity hold him back from Rafe. When they’d rushed, frantically chasing after something they were sure would be ripped away before they could grab it.
There was no fear and no rush this time. Nothing was going to steal their moment away. They’d finally achieved the connection they had been searching for over the long years.
Philippe gently threaded the fingers of his left hand through Rafe’s hair, pushing the sweaty tendrils from his forehead. Wonderful, perceptive eyes watched him. Loved him.
“You’re perfect. And you’re mine.”
“Always,” Rafe murmured. His voice was rough, and even that one word sounded a little slurred, as if he were drunk on pleasure.
Philippe pulled back and gave a small, shallow thrust. He made love to Rafe slowly, kissing him, exploring his mouth like it was the first and last time they’d ever have a moment like this.
He rocked into him and Rafe moved in rhythm, rubbing his hard and leaking dick against Philippe’s stomach.
Each sound and taste was catalogued in his brain so that the memory would be perfectly preserved.
He wanted to remember everything about this.
“Mon ange,” Rafe’s voice broke as his breathing became more erratic. “Please. Harder.”
Philippe smiled at the growing desperation, but it was tinged with a hint of self-mocking.
His own control was steadily crumbling. The orgasm was tingling along the base of his spine and refused to be held off any longer.
Sweat and pre-cum covered their stomachs so that Rafe’s hard cock slid deliciously between them.
His wonderful hot, tight channel gripped and massaged Philippe, trying to pull him in deeper.
With a snarl, Philippe braced his hands on Rafe’s shoulders, pinning him to the bed as he brutally hammered into his welcoming body.
Rafe screamed and gripped his dick. His fist shuttled fast along his hard length.
Philippe couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of the dark red head appearing and disappearing in his fist.
“Come for me. Come now,” Philippe ordered.
Rafe shouted again and a long rope of cum splashed across his stomach and chest. Some splattered across Philippe’s hand.
With an almost feral grin, he held Rafe’s gaze as he lifted his hand to his lips and licked away the cum.
Rafe cried out, his body spasming around Philippe a second time.
The salty taste, beautiful sounds, and lush feel of his body tipped Philippe over the edge.
Ecstasy exploded through his body. He kept thrusting, emptying himself into Rafe, but there was no more conscious thought. Only decadent bliss burning away his brain and ripping along nerve endings.
When there was nothing left, he collapsed on top of Rafe, burying his face in the vampire’s neck so that the thick artery was pounding against his lips. Yes, a taste would be the perfect topping to this orgasm, but he simply couldn’t move.
Rafe’s arms draped over him, and his legs remained entwined with Philippe’s. And it was perfect.
“God, I hope your window blinds work, because I am never moving again,” Philippe sighed.
“Sounds wonderful to me.”
Rafe’s arm tightened around Philippe’s waist when the vampire flinched. There was a soft mechanical whirring noise that was penetrating the silence of the room, and it had woken Philippe from his light sleep.
“It’s an hour before sunrise,” Rafe murmured. He moved his head forward, nuzzling Philippe’s soft hair. “The shades are descending.”
Philippe shifted, pushing partially upright on his elbow so he could look around Rafe’s bedroom.
Rafe opened his eyes to see that the midnight black sky had turned a lighter gray with the approaching sun.
Specially made blinds were falling down over the two walls of windows, allowing them to still see out while blocking all sunlight.
“That’s…that’s just amazing,” Philippe breathed.
Rafe pressed a kiss behind Philippe’s ear, causing the man to shiver. “Not nearly as amazing as you.”
Philippe made a scoffing noise in the back of his throat. “That’s just a sign of how spoiled you are. You’ve got to be the only vampire who’s bored with the idea of being able to safely see the sun.”
“No, I’m just the only vampire to realize you are far more precious and radiant than the sun.”
Philippe turned his head, unshed tears glistening in his moss-green eyes. Yes, maybe he was being sappy and sentimental, but Rafe didn’t give a damn. Rafe would happily give up his penthouse and view of the sun if it meant being able to spend his days wrapped around Philippe.
Yes, the rational part of his brain recognized that it was all very illogical.
He’d known Philippe barely more than a week, but Rafe’s heart knew they belonged together.
Philippe completed and lifted him up in ways he’d never expected possible.
When he was with his golden angel, he didn’t feel like the family fuckup, the reckless wastrel forever putting his brothers in danger.
Philippe believed in him. When they were together, Rafe was sure he could do anything.
And when Philippe smiled at him, it was like standing in the sunlight again, bathed in warmth and love.
Closing the short distance between them, Philippe softly kissed Rafe. Their lips brushed and met in a series of gentle, exploring kisses that had Rafe relaxing beside his lover. He was torn between wanting to sink into him again and just wallowing in this leisurely pleasure.
“Sorry for waking you,” Philippe murmured against his mouth.
Rafe smiled, and he knew Philippe could feel it. “We can sleep later. For now, we can lie in bed and watch the sun rise over the city.”
Philippe turned and stretched out on his back again, his pale skin seeming to glow in comparison to the dark, rumpled sheets. Rafe had to stare down at him for a moment, loving his smile and the happiness dancing in his eyes.
“Mmm…the very height of decadence,” Philippe purred.
“No other vampire has a view like this in the city.” And Rafe knew he’d forever treasure this moment of sharing something uniquely his with Philippe.
“Not even your brothers?”
Rafe shook his head as he settled closer to Philippe.
He lay on his side, one hand casually sliding up and down Philippe’s bare chest. “No. Bel has something a little similar in his laboratory should he decide to work during the day and wish to see the sun, but it usually stays closed up. Definitely not Winter or Marcus.”
“How often do you speak with your brothers?”
Rafe smiled at his question. It held only innocent curiosity.
He knew Philippe had no devious schemes to hurt his family.
“Before I started associating with a certain clan leader?” he started with a mocking smile.
“Every day, but that was usually by text. Bel and I would speak over the phone at least every other day. I would see them in person probably once per week.”
Lines cut across Philippe’s forehead, and the corners of his mouth tugged into a frown. “I never meant—”
Rafe cut Philippe’s words off with a kiss. “I have no regrets, and I’m sure my brothers are appreciative that you’ve distracted me from my usual mischief. Thanks to you, I’ve not been annoying the Ministry.”
“That is definitely a plus.”
Marcus would certainly agree with that. Rafe preferred to be stirring up trouble for the Ministry and pushing against the status quo.
He was sure humans were ready to accept that vampires existed and walked among them, but he was in the minority.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t make some small inroads into introducing the idea of vampires to humans.
But all that was on hold for now. His main concern was Philippe and the Arsenault clan.
“Is Gideon okay?” Philippe asked gently.
Rafe’s frown returned. He’d appreciated Philippe’s decision not to ask about Gideon when he’d arrived.
Rafe’s thoughts had been too consumed by worries over Gideon as well as Lola and Ryder.
Yes, Lola and Ryder were quite adept at taking care of themselves, but they didn’t have the luxury of having a clan name to protect them, to act as an extra shield.