Chapter 23
Rafe
Wyatt Craig, counseling
Hello Ms. Aria. Please report to my office at your earliest convenience to discuss your new schedule.
I snickered as the email registered as sent, and then practically giggled with glee as the message immediately changed to read.
Wyatt had left his laptop open.
After I’d put fingerprints all over his shiny rocks and moved a few of them out of place, I’d tried to spin as fast as possible in his chair, but then the chair had just fallen apart out of nowhere?
Anyway, shadows had fixed whatever screws had come out, and now I was on Wyatt’s laptop, messing with Skye.
A shadow prodded at my arm, and I blinked.
Somehow…I knew the shadow had just told me Skye was back in the dormitory.
Hmm. I figured she’d probably skip classes today, which was why I wanted to play with her. She was going to be pissed when she found out I’d had her classes switched around, so I needed to get some intimate time in now.
I had my Key almost completely figured out. She would absolutely be withholding sex from me as punishment for switching her classes.
I wasn’t Aiden, so that shit wouldn’t work on me. He’d get on his knees and grovel. I’d grovel, too, by giving her so many orgasms she’d never want another, and then I’d give her one more.
Unless, of course…she wrapped me up in one of her blankets.
I rubbed my hands together. I was determined to be fussed over without having to be injured first. One of these days, I’d crack the code.
Just as I moved to stand to mess with more of Wyatt’s rocks, Skye teleported into the office.
She jumped upon seeing me, her hands raising defensively, but then her shoulders sagged in relief as a shadow darted across her feet.
“Fuck. Hey.”
“Hello, darling. Fancy meeting you here.”
Skye dropped her hoodie –my hoodie?– on Wyatt’s couch, then approached the desk slowly. “Why are you in Wyatt’s office in the dark?”
“I do this all the time,” I replied truthfully. “In fact, I was in that dark corner when Wyatt put you up against his door.”
Skye’s eyes widened, blinking as she looked back and forth between me and the fogged window on the office door. She rubbed the back of her neck, then gave me a sheepish grin. “You were watching me even then?”
“Yes,” I purred, pulling her to me with a few shadows around her ankles. She rolled her eyes as I kissed her cheek. “Where have you been? You checked that email nearly thirty minutes ago.”
Skye stared at me for a moment, then her lips parted in shock. “That was you?! How–”
She cut off with a groan when she saw Wyatt’s open laptop on his desk, then shook her head while I kissed along her neck.
“You could’ve just come to the dorm,” she whispered.
“Not as fun,” I replied.
“It would’ve been,” she said, letting me press her against Wyatt’s desk. I turned her so her back was to me, then gently pushed at her back so she leaned over the desk. “Aiden and I were having fun.”
I paused, blinking several times as her words registered.
“Oh?” I grinned, sliding my hand along the back of her leggings and around her waist before slipping down the front.
Skye sucked in a breath, and I froze.
“Why aren’t you wearing underwear?” I practically snapped.
Skye giggled. “What are you so mad about? I thought I was coming to see Wyatt.”
“Without…”
Okay. She had a point. She was allowed to mess with Wyatt, that was fine. It was totally fine that she’d never gone without panties to mess with me. Yep. I wasn’t irritated about that at all.
“Oh, you’re mad at me.” Skye’s voice was a bit breathless as my fingers found her entrance...a complete mess because of Aiden.
That little shit. Maybe Wyatt’s dislike for him wasn’t completely unwarranted.
I pouted. “Why am I always the last thing on your mind? Am I really just an afterthought?”
“Shadow,” Skye said breathlessly. “You’re never an afterthought. I love you. Are you really mad at me?”
My heart jumped. I still wanted her to tell me she loved me everyday.
“I could never be mad at you,” I purred again, delighted in how she shivered. I gently pushed my fingers inside of her, watching her face change as I curled my body around her.
She was my favorite thing to watch. I’d seen so many expressions across her face, but it never got old. I loved knowing I was the reason her eyes rolled back before they squeezed shut.
“Rafe,” she whispered.
I kissed her jaw. “Yes, my love?”
“Do you mean that?”
“But of course,” I replied, curling my fingers slightly.
She tilted her head back, lost in the moment while I ran my thumb back and forth over her clit.
“Is this why you emailed me?” Her voice wavered, her speech stilted as I slowly pumped my fingers into her. I was already at three fingers, and she was such a mess from Aiden that I probably could’ve tried to fit my whole hand inside her. “Rafe?”
“Hmm? Sorry, I was just thinking about fisting you.”
Skye made one of her adorable squeaks of indignation, and then she batted at my chest with one hand while the other remained braced on the desk in front of her.
But she also clenched around me.
I chuckled, curving around her to kiss her rapidly pinkening cheeks, allowing her to pretend she was scandalized.
“You brought me to Wyatt’s office to fist me,” she said, dumbfounded.
I chuckled again. “No. But I did want to spread you out on his desk.”
Skye took in a sharp breath as I pulled my hand back. She spun around quickly, her jaw dropping as I slipped my fingers into my mouth, then pulled them free with a pop.
Her eyelashes fluttered, then she hopped up onto Wyatt’s desk without further complaint. I grinned before pressing a hand to her chest, following her down as she laid across his desk, her head nearly hanging off the edge.
I ran my fingers over her breasts, grin widening when she tried to arch into my touch.
I knelt down in front of her, the gravity of what I was doing hitting me like a brick to the head. I couldn’t remember if I’d ever been on my knees for anyone. Ever. Not even my mother at Royal events.
Wow. Figures the first time would be when I was about to eat out my Key on my Link-mate’s desk…after she’d been fucked by my other Link-mate.
I pulled at her leggings, and she lifted her hips.
I tossed the leggings somewhere behind me, which probably wasn’t too smart.
Someone could come knocking at any moment, but oh well.
I’d shadow-walk us somewhere if that happened.
Besides, there was something exciting about the possibility of being caught.
I tapped at her cropped t-shirt, and she pulled it over her head without any protest, revealing–
I groaned while she giggled.
Holy fucking shit.
She wore a stunning, bright red, lacy bra thing. It barely held her breasts, and was so see-through it was obviously for decorative purposes. I could clearly see the outline of her brown areolas.
“Don’t ever wear this again,” I chided, then ripped the band near her armpit.
Skye gasped, her eyes flaring with shock as I pulled the offending material away from her body.
“Rafe, you–”
She cut off with a soft moan as I kissed down her chest, stopping only to give each nipple attention before continuing down her body, settling once again on my knees in front of her.
I kissed the inside of Skye’s knee, grinning when she shivered, spreading her legs even wider in invitation.
“Do you have any idea how perfect you are?” I murmured.
Skye squirmed, because while she enjoyed compliments and praise, they also made her uncomfortable. Probably because of fucking Levi.
“So fucking perfect,” I murmured, kissing her knee again. “So beautiful. So mine.”
“Are you just staring at me?” she whispered after a second of silence.
“Maybe,” I replied. “Would that freak you out?”
Skye huffed a laugh, and when I leaned back slightly, I could see she was covering her face with her hands.
“I just don’t get it,” she replied, her voice hitching when I began kissing along her inner thigh. “I know I’m not ugly, but–”
“Hmm,” I cut her off. “I think I’ve heard enough from you for a while. Let me focus so I don’t try to fist you.”
Skye snorted a laugh, then slapped a hand over her mouth as she continued to giggle. Her giggles, while adorable, were not what I wanted now. Her laughter dissolved into another sweet moan as I licked up her center.
Hmm. I licked again, gripping her thigh to keep her from bucking off the desk while I examined the flavor. I guess it was a good thing Aiden didn’t taste terrible. Actually, it didn’t taste bad at all, just different. Skye’s usual sweetness was still there, and that was the important part.
I enjoyed myself.
I barely heard Wyatt’s things clamoring to the ground as Skye writhed in my hold, knocking knick knacks off the desk.
She didn’t react to the shadows twirling around her arms, and she didn’t try to push my hands away, even as my grip turned bruising.
She was a whimpering mess, begging in a harsh whisper for me to keep going, which was hilarious, because I was about to stop for a moment to piss her off.
“Darling,” I whispered.
“Rafe,” she groaned, her face flushed and sweaty. “Why?!”
“Isaiah’s going to be following you,” I said.
Skye scoffed, trying to sit up, but shadows wrapped around her arms, holding her tight to the desk. She struggled for just a moment, then gave up.
“Why?” she ground out.
“I’m worried about you,” I said, dipping my fingers back inside her. She tensed. “I’m worried you might hurt someone, not that someone would hurt you.”
Skye relaxed, her breathing heavy, then she nodded.
“Fine, but I don’t want to see him.”
“Done,” I replied, then sucked on her clit.
Skye barely muffled her squeal in time, and her entire body locked up as an orgasm hit her. I raised my eyebrows in surprise, not having expected that. I felt a little bad for stopping her right on the edge to argue about Isaiah.
I scowled just thinking about him. He was just a little too attractive to be a personal guard, and now he was stealing my concentration while I pleasured my darling.
Bastard.
Skye whimpered over and over as I continued fingering her. Just as I began to wonder how far she’d let me go, my hand froze suddenly as her affinity held me still. The shadows holding her down retreated, and she sat up suddenly, reaching for me, so I moved to stand.
“I have something for you,” she purred, her voice a bit breathless. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, which was a weird response.
“You don’t have to do anything for me, my love,” I said cautiously. “This was about you, not me.”
Skye pushed me back a bit, then slid off the desk. I caught her by the arm, shaking my head as she tried lowering to her knees.
“No,” I said gently, hating that I was even saying that word to her. “What are you doing?”
Skye widened her eyes to look more innocent. “What’s wrong?”
I stared at her, my mind racing as I tried to come up with reasons why this was wrong. It was her tone when she told me she had something for me. It should’ve been sexy, but something about it put me on edge.
She pouted. “You don’t trust me?”
I narrowed my eyes, shaking my head even as her pout turned me on. I did trust her, just not right now. “Go on, then.”
Skye held my gaze as she slowly lowered herself to her knees, then began to fumble with my belt. I moved to hold her, raising my hands quickly as she batted them away.
“Close your eyes,” she said.
I blinked at her.
Then groaned.
She was going to do something to me.
“Rafe?” She rested her cheek against my thigh, making my cock jump. “Close your eyes, shadow.”
I groaned again, knowing the probability of something bad happening was higher than the probability that I got a really nice blow job.
But I closed my eyes, tipping my head back. I felt a few shadows twitching around by my feet, jumping as if…no. I was not imagining shadows laughing at me right now.
Skye’s soft hands made quick work of my jeans, my zipper cutting through the silence like a knife.
Her fingers danced across my hip, then down to my thigh, almost close enough to touch my dick, but not quite.
She continued thoroughly teasing me for a few minutes, giggling at how my legs twitched.
Just as my cock began to get hard again, something cold touched me, and I jumped.
Except I didn’t jump. Because I couldn’t jump. Because my Key’s affinity was holding me rigid.
I blinked at the ceiling, my heart beginning to pound as she was finally touching my dick and my balls, but when the realization of what it was hit me…
Well, I laughed.
She’d gotten me good.
I was freed while I still laughed, and when I glanced down, I couldn’t help but scrub my hands down my face.
“Isn’t it pretty?” Skye asked, sending me a wicked grin while she still knelt on the carpet.
I shook my head as I stared down at…
My cock. In a cage.
It was an admittedly pretty thing. Shined black steel in a bird cage style.
Skye cruelly kissed the side, the warmth from her lips barely reaching my shaft, then she straightened my jeans.
I only watched in a resigned shock. When she had my belt buckled, she stood, leaning into me, and I couldn’t help but hold her.
She kissed me, slow and languid, just the way I liked.
My dick strained inside the tiny cage as it began to harden, and I pulled back from the kiss with a brittle smile.
“Do you hate it?”
“A little,” I admitted. “But whatever. Is it locked?”
Skye nodded. “Only I can open it.”
“I’m sure,” I murmured, then nipped at her bottom lip. “What exactly is this punishment for? The shadows holding you back in the dungeon?”
“Hmm,” Skye ran her hand over my crotch, and my hips jumped as her hand grazed my trapped dick. “This is for edging me and then talking about some random dude when I was about to come.”
I scoffed. “Darling–”
“Nope,” she pulled back. “I’ll decide when this comes out.” She tapped at my new cage again, sending an actual flare of irritation through me.
I made an unhappy sound as Skye teleported away, then stared down at my crotch like I could see the cage through my jeans.
She’d gotten me so good, my clever Key.
It wasn’t until minutes later as I shadow-walked away that I thought…
Where the hell had she gotten this thing?