Page 29 of Whisper Woods

Exhausted, and barely aware of my surroundings—or my nakedness—I knock weakly on the door. I don’t even know if he heard it.

But then he’s there, the door swinging wide to reveal him like the gift from the Gods he is. He’s dressed in clean pants, barefoot with his shirt untucked, hair wild, like he’s run his hands through it a thousand times, that strangely hot white streak stark in the dim lights of his room. I wait on the boundary of his doorway while he inspects me, face pinched in dark, slightly feral seriousness.

“Rafe.” It’s a whimper. A plea.

And then he grabs me, hauling me into the room to crush me to his chest. Despite my being bigger than him in every conceivable way, he holds me like a fragile thing.

The door slams shut behind me, and I bury my face into his neck, my arms two solid bands around him. He doesn’t let me go, doesn’t poke or push. Just lets me sink into him until he feels the tension ease from my body.

“Come on, let’s get you in the shower.” Without removing my face from the crook of his neck, I shake my head, shimmying myself closer to him again. “Please Seff, let me take care of you.”

Well, fuck. Who can argue with that?

He holds my hand as he leads me around the bed to the bathroom. It’s tiny, and damp. He must’ve showered earlier. The shower is so small I barely fit in it, so we certainly won’t be sharing. That doesn’t stop Rafe from stripping off while the water heats. I wait, slumped against the door frame, utterly exhausted. My dick can’t even give anymore than a little twitch in the presence of Rafe’s naked body.

When he deems the water perfect he extends his hand, and for a moment, I think I can see a shimmer of spiked, blue, almost black scales up his arms before they disappear. But I shake it off, allowing him to lead me under the warm spray.

And fuck, it feels nice. Easing out the ache from my joints. Closing my eyes,I let the water rush over me. I push my hair back and tip my face under too.

“Here,” Rafe’s voice is gentle, just like the touch of the soapy washcloth in his hands as he drags it in smooth circles over my chest, wiping away the crud that stuck with me in the change.

It’s methodical, but not clinical, affectionate, caring, but not sexual, the way he washes me. He’s not satisfied until my front is covered in soft white bubbles. From my shoulders, over my stomach, all the way down to my toes, Rafe takes exquisite care. He even manages to draw a soft huffing laugh from me when my dick gives another valiant half hearted jump with his touch.

“Turn around.” His gentle command of me eases the racing thoughts that usually overwhelm me at the best of times. But knowing I don’t have to do anything but submit to him and this moment gives me the quiet freedom I crave. So I turn, letting the water wash away the bubbles while he repeats the same reverent care to my back.

It’s a stretch for him to wash my hair, but when I try to do it myself, he slaps my hands away with a possessive little growl, snatching the bottle from my hand. His fingers feel incredible as he massages in the shampoo and then the conditioner.

When he is finally satisfied, and my exhaustion is less rough around the edges, he takes a fresh towel to dry me off first, and then himself.

“Sit.” Another command, this time in the bedroom, where I park my ass on the edge of the bed where he is pointing. I don’t know what I expected, but him climbing on the bed behind me, to towel dry my hair and comb out the knots wasn’t it.

He is meticulous, brushing it until I am almost purring with pleasure. It floods my veins, pumping through my heart with every pounding beat.

“You’re staying with me tonight,” Rafe finally rests the brush on the bedside table, pulling me with him to slip beneath the covers of the bed. I turn off the lights and we fall into place together, like we’ve done it every night for a thousand lifetimes. The only difference is tonight, I rest my head on his shoulder, my hand over his heart. It thuds with a perfect steady rhythm.

“Keep treating me like this, and I’ll stay with you forever.” His arm squeezesaround my shoulder, hugging me tight as he presses one last kiss to my crown. And we both huff a laugh like I’m joking, even though we both know I’m not.

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I could get used to this, I think to myself, sliding my naked thigh over the equally naked thigh of the man I’m wrapped around. Like, really, really used to this. Addicted. In fact, I think I already am. My hands roam over Rafe’s naked body, mapping out every delectable inch of bare skin within reach.

Unable to keep still, I roll my hips, sucking in a loud hiss when my leaking morning wood rubs against his.

“Gods, yes.”Rafe moans, his hips surging forward to meet mine.Fuck, it feels good. Too good. So I do it again, and again, pressing harder and harder against him until I’ve rolled him onto his back, so I can hump against him.

My head drops into the crook of his neck, drawing his scent into my lungs. Rafe’s legs wrap around my thighs, urging me on as we both scramble to our release. His head is thrown back against the pillows, leaving the muscles and tendons in his neck straining, and so, as my orgasm tingles in my balls, I bite into his neck, sucking hard against the salty skin.

“Fuck, Seff, you are perfect. So good. Just like that,” Rafe’s praise, rough with lust, has me doubling down on my efforts. Our cocks, slick with pre-cum, slide together in perfect sync. I bracket Rafe’s head with my arms, and clench my hands in the sheets under his pillow and drive faster, harder, until I can feel his cock swelling beneath me, and the hot rush of his release between us. His cry is loud and broken as he comes, riding out the wave.

I’m close, so fucking close. I drop my forehead to Rafe’s, needing to be as close to him as possible. His hands grip my ass, pulling me tighter into the slick mess while I fuck against him. The pressure builds, and I don’t hold back, letting it crash over me.

I come in thick spurts, my come mixing with his all over his stomach when I collapse onto him, completely boneless. My weight doesn’t seem to bother him, even when he unlocks his legs from my thighs, but I roll off him anyway.

I don’t go far, plastering myself to his side. He tucks his hands behind his head, a satisfied smile on his face. He looks so smug, I can’t resist pulling him in for a quick kiss.

“I need to go in a moment.” I murmur against his lips when we part. Rafe’s dark eyebrows pull into a frown, the scar on his face making him look extra hot and fearsome.

“Why?”

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