Chapter 46 #3
I laughed again, letting my legs fall open so he could settle between them. He pulled me by my thighs, the sheets bunching up beneath me as I slid down the bed, and then he slid inside me so slowly, it should’ve been considered torture.
“So good,” Rafe moaned before his lips landed back on mine.
I ran my hands through his hair, pulling the way Aiden usually liked, and it seemed like Rafe liked it, too.
He growled, then bit down on my neck and I cried out at the sharp pain, then moaned as he soothed it with his tongue.
Rafe panted above me, slamming his hips into me so hard I was surprised I wasn’t in any pain.
But he fit me perfectly, because he was made for me. He could never hurt me.
I shuddered into my next orgasm, crying out as Rafe groaned yes before fucking me even harder.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted. The hand he’d had resting on my collarbone shifted to my neck, right below my jaw.
He squeezed, stopping my breath slightly, and I gasped in surprise.
Rafe closed his eyes, then shuddered as he found his own release.
He only gasped before his hips faltered, and then his hand fell away from my throat.
The same, deep feeling I’d experienced when I connected with Aiden came back with full force. Something inside me clicked, something I hadn’t known I needed now there.
Rafe sucked in a breath, probably feeling the same thing.
Feeling that we were together now, and he was safe here.
He was mine, and no one would ever hurt him again.
I ran my hand down his cheek while he panted, his dark eyes opening to lock his gaze with mine.
We didn’t speak, letting our eyes communicate for us.
I couldn’t believe I’d resisted this man so hard.
He was perfect. His eyes, his jaw, his shoulder blades…the scar through his eyebrow, the jagged skin along his arm.
“You’re mine,” I whispered as I ran my hands down his chest. “Only mine.”
Rafe nodded, still unable to speak.
Moments later, he flopped down onto the sheets next to me. A sheen of sweat covered his chest, and I leaned over and licked a line over his pec.
“Holy fuck,” Rafe mumbled. He pulled me to him, and I squirmed for a moment as he maneuvered me so that my back was pressed up against his chest. His hand trailed down my mound, brushing against my clit before he ran his fingers through the mess between my legs.
“Skye? I was serious. I want to stay inside you,” he whispered.
“I was serious, too. Do it.” I replied.
Rafe groaned against the back of my neck, and I gasped as he slid his somehow still-hard cock back inside me. He pulled me tighter against him, sighing into my hair as his body relaxed. I was tense for exactly five seconds before I relaxed, too.
“Goodnight, my love,” he murmured.
“Goodnight, shadow.”
I woke up alone in Rafe’s bed.
I was pissed for maybe a minute while I stewed over that. I’d woken up twice in the night because Rafe couldn’t help but fuck me again. I’d expected a round four and maybe five when I got up this morning, not to be alone.
Then I smelled bacon.
I slid out of bed easily, the silky sheets more slippery than I was used to. I used Rafe’s bathroom to get ready, pulling my sex hair into a ponytail before I slipped on a black t-shirt that was conspicuously laid across the bathroom counter.
Part of me hoped Rafe would come back when he realized I was up, and we could test out his massive shower, but I was still alone minutes later.
The smell of coffee drew me out of the room finally, and my bare feet padded along the carpet as I made my way down the ridiculously long hallway.
I came to an abrupt stop at what awaited me.
My entire Chain was gathered around the kitchen island, laughing and joking.
Aiden was seated on a barstool, eating from a plate of eggs and bacon. Rafe was fucking shirtless while he cooked more bacon because he was insane, and Wyatt stood at the other end of the island holding one of my blue coffee mugs.
Rafe made some joke, and Wyatt and Aiden easily laughed.
I blinked, staring at them like I was seeing a weird vision of my future.
This could be us.
My chest ached. Aiden and I were good. Rafe and I were better than good, after last night. Wyatt was trying. We were doing better, I knew that, but my body still ached for him.
I was able to spectate for just a minute or so before a shadow tickled across my toes. I hissed, picking my foot up quickly, because sometimes I thought the shadows were bugs, the way they skittered around.
When I looked up, I gulped.
Three sets of hungry eyes were on me, and I was suddenly painfully aware of how I didn’t have underwear on underneath the t-shirt.
“Good morning, baby.” Aiden spoke first.
“Yes, it is a good morning.” I replied. Rafe and even Wyatt chuckled at that.
Rafe caught me first, pulling me to him with a hand on my lower back, and then he fucking dipped me backward while he kissed me senseless.
I was breathless when he let me back up, and he pushed me toward Aiden with a slap on my bare ass.
I glared at him while Aiden chuckled, pulling me between his legs while he remained sitting on the barstool.
“How did you sleep?” he asked, offering me a piece of bacon.
I munched happily before replying. “Really well.”
Rafe hid his shit-eating grin by turning back to the stove.
I looked at Wyatt, who watched the whole exchange with deep longing in his eyes.
“Good morning,” I said softly.
“Good morning,” he replied, offering me a small smile.
I chewed my lip, and Aiden chuckled again from behind me before he went back to his food. Seriously, he ate enough for three people. I was again really glad I didn’t have to worry about money anymore, because there was no way I could pay for this one man to eat, let alone three.
Because there were three.
Maybe Rafe’s dick was magic, but I’d forgiven Wyatt.
He could sense it, too.
He kept offering me shy looks and little secret grins, and even though Rafe had fucked me within an inch of my life last night, I was ready to go again. Wyatt could fuck me right here on the counter while the other two watched, I didn’t care–
The elevator dinged, and the four of us all looked at each other a bit comically for a moment.
“Expecting someone?” Rafe asked, his tone a little dangerous as he slipped on a t-shirt that’d been hanging on the back of a barstool.
“No,” I replied, my mind racing. The only people who could get into the penthouse were already in the room with me.
“Maybe it’s Willow?” Aiden offered.
“I didn’t give her the code,” I breathed.
Wyatt and Rafe reacted at the same moment, but it was too late.
The elevator doors opened, and out stepped Alexander Sombra.
Right into my dormitory.
Uninvited.