Page 26 of Whisper Woods

“So good, Seff. Vylushkiva, you feel incredible. So fucking incredible. So good for me.” The praise pours from me naturally, and he eats it up. It fills him the way he fills me.

“Gonna—come—” pleasure stilts his words. And I can feel it, flowing from him, to him.

Unable to hold on to the ruined headboard any longer he grips my hips instead, his body tense, locked in position, fingers biting into my hips. Even where he holds he doesn’t control, letting me dictate the pace, to chase my pleasure and take it from him.

And it builds, divine and explosive, ricocheting through me. My hips stutter in their movements as I cry out, my cock jerking as I come, ribbons of my release marking Seff’s sculpted perfection.

“Thank the Gods,” his hips jerk up and his hands pull me down, sealing him inside me. In the shadows I can see the strain of the tendons in his neck, his head thrown back in rapture. His release is warm inside me, and I can feel every pulse, every throb. Tied together.

When he’s finished we remain locked together, and I collapse heavily on top of him. Our heaving breath synchronises just as our movements were only moments ago. Silence consumes the room, and even though I must be an uncomfortable weight, he does not make me move. Even when his cock softens, he keeps me there, keeps us together, his hands gently stroking over my back, my neck, my arms, my arse. All the while pressing soft kisses to my brow, nuzzling his cheek against my head.

It should be uncomfortable. But it isn’t. Instead, it’s peaceful, the sound of his racing heartbeat slowing under my head. I kiss that place, gently, the calm after the storm of my passion bringing waves of exhaustion.

“Gods, I’ve missed you,” Seff sounds utterly wrecked, mumbling his sleepy confession. His arm squeezes tight around me, as his breath settles into a deep rhythm. He’s already asleep, leaving me with nothing but the dark, the looming morning and the sealed vault he just smashed open inside me.

Seff

A cramp in mythigh. A stream of sunlight over my face. A hand on my chest. A body, hard and naked pressed against my side. Hair, black and soft tickling my cheek. The dryness of my mouth, the throbbing in my head. And buzzing. Strange, vibrating buzzing. All the things I notice as I slowly wake. Somewhere comfortable but strange. Definitely not my bed.

Definitely not alone. Shit.

What is that buzzing? I blink back the sleep, letting my eyes adjust to the light. It’s hot and sweaty tightly pressed against each other like this, his head cradled on my shoulder, my arm around him. It’s uncomfortable as shit and my arm is killing me but I’d rather let the thing die than move him. He’s still fast asleep, soft snores tickling my chest where he’s lying in a puddle of his drool.

It makes him seem softer. Less horny-inducingly terrifying than he is when he’s awake.

Rafe. Gods. Fucking Gods. What was that last night? Where had he come from? I’m still too asleep to make sense of it. That he’s real. That he’shere.

In Twin Heads of all fucking places.

I swear, if he has been here under my nose the whole time, I am giving up my being status to live as a human or something. Because how the fuck haven’t I scented him before now?

Wolf interrupts, whining petulantly at the idea of being human.As if we could ever be apart.

My hand runs a soothing path over Rafe’s naked back, the simple touch waking up my body. Beneath his thigh thrown possessively over my pelvis, my cock thickens. With a soft groan my hips arch into him, not looking for anythingmore, just enjoying the sensation of the crinkly hair of his leg, and the pressure against my erection. Obviously at some point last night I’d slipped out of Rafe, but we’d never cleaned up. We’re a disgusting mess, and I love it.

We’ve never managed to make it to a bed when we’re together. Against a tree, sure. But the soft mossy dirt of the Whisper Woods has been where we’ve been together the most in the handful of times we’ve found each other. We’ve never had a morning together, not really. One, or both of us creeping off into the dawn. Always reluctantly and always with that sad ache in my chest that took a couple of days to shake. But that’s what this is.

Maybe it’s the bed that makes it feel different this time. That’s why there is a hard lump forming in my throat at the reminder of our inevitable goodbye. Waking up together in something like real life, not from a fever dream in the Woods.

“What in the name of the Gods is that sound?” Rafe inhales deeply and stretches, plastering himself harder against my side. Lazily, he grinds his erection against my hip, chuckling darkly at my answering twitch under his thigh.

But he’s right. That buzzing is back. What the fuck is it?

Am I scared to get out of bed to go find out in case this is all somehow going to disappear into a cloud of smoke? Absolutely.

But the soundisreally annoying. So I scrub a hand over my face and wiggle out from under Rafe with a groan.

To Rafe’s snickering delight, that cramp in my thigh roars back to life with a vengeance when I put my feet on the floor and I end up hobbling around the room. The buzzing seems to be coming from my pants pocket.

My phone.

Well, shit. It seems obvious now.

Before I bend over to pick it up, I turn back to Rafe, reclined on one arm on the bed, watching me hungrily. Behind him is the headboard I broke last night, the wood snapped through the middle.

The weight of his attention is heavy, intoxicating, so I wink at him, before bending down slowly at the waist, making sure my ass pops, displaying my muscles in a way I know looksgood. I keep eye contact the wholetime too, so I don’t miss a second of the way his body tenses, like a predator readying to attack.

The way his hand clenches against the sheets makes my dick throb, a drop of pre-cum falling to the carpet at my feet. He doesn’t miss it, his eyes laser focused on my cock head, his tongue darting out to lick his lip like he could taste it, that reptilian pupil widening to almost black.

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