Page 34 of Whisper Woods

“I’m fucking out of here.” The tremor in Jacobson’s voice is almost imperceptible. Almost. I tip my head in his direction like I’m listening to his panicked warning, but my eyes stay on the trees. “You should leave, too.”

He stammers the warning and legs it in the opposite direction when there is a rustle in the trees. Close, like really fucking close.

The scent is almost overpowering now that Wolf has locked in on it. The mud is cool beneath my knees, but I just wait, kneeling in supplication. Praying to the Gods, heart locked in my chest.

“Well, that certainly was a display.” Rafe’s honeyed voice wraps around me. My head rushes with his intoxicating presence.

His eye drags over me, eating up every inch of me, naked in the moonlight. He’s still too far in the shadows for me to see clearly and a heavy aching pit opens in me, needing to set eyes on him too.

I must look like a mess, still slightly fangy with my partial change, my facial features a little too pronounced, covered in mud and bruises. This wasn’t my first fight today, and I’m still carrying some bruises from some more experienced fighters than Jacobson.

Fighting’s really not usually my thing, and so I don’t often jump into the ring at pack gatherings. But today I needed to burn off a little extra energy—that same buzz that drew me out here tonight. And thank fuck it did.

Because he’s here.

“Always happy to put on a show.” My teasing tone has a gruffer edge. It’s growlier. Hotter. Rafe seems to notice. Even from the distance, I can hear his huff of laughter, the soft rustle of his footsteps as he comes that little bit closer.

He’s easier to see now, and it’s like I didn’t know how desperate I was to see him until he was there. I drink him in, thirsty as fuck for every droplet.

At first glance he looks relaxed, a casual smirk on his lips, his thumb rubbing at his lush lower lip. I want to bite it.

“And what a show it was.” I stay kneeling where I am, it doesn’t even cross my mind to stand. Instead, as he approaches I instinctively take a more subservient pose, sitting back on my heels, my hands settled in my lap for what feels like the first time in my life. The closer he gets, the quieter my body becomes. There’s no noise, the chaos in my head settling into blissful quiet.

It’s like a blanket of peace wrapped around me when Rafe stops, the tips of his boots brushing my knees.

“Hello again, Seff.”

He reaches out, running his hand through the dirty mess of light brown hair, tugging slightly so I have to look up at him. Like I wasn’t going to already. A flicker of something hot and possessive lights in his eyes when they meet mine, making my cock twitch in my lap.

“Rafe.”It’s a whisper. A prayer.

Rafe’s eyebrow quirks, but he doesn’t give me any other reaction to my plea.I can tell he’s pleased, though, I canfeelit. And that only makes me hotter. Anticipation quivers through me, my cock is achingly hard now, but I refuse to move, to break this spell.

His hand is tangled in my hair, petting me with impossibly strong fingers. I lean into the touch, desperate for the contact.

“Are you alone?” My stomach coils tight at his question, what he really means. We were interrupted last time, and neither of us wants that this time. My skin feels like it’s on fire, even with the chill in the breeze. I nod, the tiniest dip of my head, but he doesn’t miss it, and the smirk turns darker. “Good.”

The Woods disappear with whatever spell he’s weaving around us. Or maybe it’s just him—what he does to me. I sway towards him, our eyes finally breaking contact when mine drift close. My face presses into his belly—I can feel his muscles filled with tension as I nuzzle into the soft linen of his shirt.

I massage up his calves and thighs, the only sounds in the moonlight, our shuddering breaths, and the gentle ripple of the creek.

His dick is rock hard and even though I cannot wait to finish what we started a year ago, I force myself to slow down, to savour every second, every delicious moment. Like the subtle shiver he does when my fingers finally make their way to the button of his pants, slipping it free.

Fuck, his cock is so eager, the hint of freedom almost has it busting free of its confines. My control is slipping, my hands getting rough as I wrestle Rafe’s pants to his thighs. Without any underwear to restrict it, his cock, magnificent and thick, smacks my cheek as it bounces free.

Circling the base with my hand, I rub the length with my cheek, Rafe’s fingers in my hair getting almost uncomfortably tight as I near the flushed tip. My lips hover there, my breath teasing. A pearly drop of pre-cum pulses out of him when I stroke his base.

Looking up through my lashes, I hold his gaze once again. My tongue drags over that pearly drop. It tastes so fucking good. I do it again, and again, until I can’t take it anymore and I take him in my mouth. Moaning around the weight of him on my tongue, I swallow him down, jerking the rest of him with my fist.

White noise fills my ears, my mind surrendering entirely to my body,consumed only with bringing him to pleasure. Unclenching my fist from his hip, I push at his shirt pulling it up enough to grope at the taught planes of his stomach. I want to feel him everywhere.

“Yes, vylushkiva, Seff.” Rafe groans above me, his hips arching to drive his cock further into my throat. I remove my hand to let him go as deep as he likes, swallowing around him. My eyes water when he drives in again and again, leaving me breathless and drooling. From through my damp lashes I drink in the feral lust filling Rafe’s eyes—somehow both animalistic and tender. Just like the way he’s fucking my mouth, each thrust pushing to my very limits while his fingers in my hair caress and soothe. “You look so beautiful on your knees for me, kushinavya.”

His words, in that raspy magnetic voice of his, are like a lightning bolt through me, hitting every trigger I have.

My hands spasm on his hips, as my balls tighten and my cock jerks threateningly—my knot pulsing with the need for release. One more nice word and I’m going to come, untouched. Whimpering around my mouthful of cock, I double my efforts, wrestling back a sliver of control to work him until he swells.

Releasing one hip, I thread a hand between his legs to fondle his balls, tight to his body. My other hand itches to stroke myself, but I’m so epically close I want to finish like this. Untouched, just from the taste of Rafe, the sensations vibrating through me.

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