Page 35 of Whisper Woods

The tension builds, heat radiating from us both, the sloppy, wet sounds of the blow job only making things hotter. Rafe continues to lavish me in praise—harsh whispered words like fingers dancing over my skin. “So good, the way you suck me. Incredible. So beautiful. Look at you, a perfect mess. Going to paint you with my cum.”

His words take me apart, and I fracture, pulling off his dick with a hoarse cry as I come, hips jerking, seeking friction. Eyes squeezed tight, my head drops back, every muscle locks in release.

That’s when I feel it, the first spurts of his cum as he shoots over me. It splatters over my heaving chest as I recover my breath, mixing with the streaks of my own release. More ribbons cover me, my neck, my shoulder, my thigh, mycheek.

With stiff, almost robotic movements, Rafe releases my hair. The rush of blood to my scalp tingles, making me laugh. Actually, my whole body is tingling, a fizzy buzz zapping through me. Gently, I wrap my hand around my knot, relieving the ache there with a soft massage. It’ll go down eventually, but it’s always a little uncomfortable when left untouched like this.

“That was incredible.” I mumble through my laugh. I feel boneless, completely wrecked. Rafe looks down at me, a strange look on his face. I must look like a lunatic, and so I try to pull my shit together. It’s almost painful, putting the pieces of my mask together. It chafes around the edges.

But as I stop laughing to school my features into something less free, Rafe’s expression only gets harder, his eyes eyebrows twisting together in a frown that leaves me confused.

“It was.” He holds out a hand, and I stare at it for a second before I take it, allowing him to help me to my feet. It’s funny, I notice that even when I’m standing and bigger than him, I still feel smaller. Not in a bad way, like he’s looking down on me… It’s just his energy. It’s bigger than him, bigger than me. It’s a nice feeling for a guy that’s always the biggest in the room.

Rafe’s eye trails over me, from the dirt and the mud, to the scratches and bruises and now the cum and sweat dripping down my body, and finally to the creek behind us.

“We should get you cleaned up. How about a swim?” That smile is back. It reassures that terrified thing inside me that I haven’t fucked this up. But still, the creek? Now? Sure, it’s early summer, and the day was warm, but the night has a definite chill to it and the water… I look back over my shoulder at the silvery, gently flowing water. Fuck it.

“What, you going to wash me up? Get me all clean after getting me all dirty?” I tease.

Rafe huffs a laugh, rolling his eyes. “Well, if you don’t want to, I can always…” He plays at leaving, turning on his heel, but before he can get too far I snatch him back, pinning him to me with one arm around his waist, accidentally smearing him with the mess on my chest.

“Not on your life. Get naked.” His growl vibrates through me as he captures my lips, kissing me punishingly while we both pull at his clothes.

Buttons fly until he’s finally, gloriously, naked. I don’t get to take him in, though, instead he walks me backwards, expertly guiding me into the water while we devour each other.

The water is freezing when it first hits my feet but warms as we get deeper. It flows around us, our feet unsteady on the slippery rocks of the creek bed.

True to his word, Rafe takes his time to wash me, scooping up handfuls of water to rub at my skin. He seems mesmerised as he does, and I can’t help but flex and pose, making my muscles pop and him chuckle darkly. He moves around me slowly, rubbing, kissing, nibbling at me until the cool water is a blessing on my feverish skin. When he stands behind me, hands running over my back in broad sweeps, I can feel his cock, hard again, brushing against my ass.

“Why do you have so many bruises? What have you been doing, sweet kushinavya?” There’s that word again. He said it before and something else I can’t remember. I don’t know what it means, but I love the way it makes me feel, like it fills the depths of my spirit. I wonder what language it is—does it mean that he doesn’t live here? Is he far from home and that’s why I haven’t seen him again? A weird cramp hits my chest when I try to think too hard about it, so I let it go, letting the worry float away in the creek.

His lips brush over my shoulder and he presses in close. A shiver ripples up my spine and I sink back into him. Heshouldn’tbe able to bear my weight, but he can.

“Full moon gathering. I joined them in the ring today.” My eyes drift shut, my head leaning back to rest against his. Rafe draws patterns over my abdomen, both arms wrapped around me. He rocks us gently in the water, almost like we’re dancing. It feels so soothing. So right.

“Hmm,” he hums, turning his head slightly to kiss at my neck. “Is that something you do often?”

“Nah, I’m more of a lover than a fighter.” He huffs another laugh, tickling me with his breath. A smile breaks over my face and I sink a little deeper into the moment.

“That feels right. So why today?” He sounds curious, and for some reason, maybe because I’m not one-hundred percent this isn’t all just a dream and he’s not actually real, or maybe because it feels really fucking good to open up for once, my mouth decides to be honest before my brain does.

“I needed to burn off some energy. And the guys, fuck they were being so annoying. It just… got too much. Too loud. I couldn’t run it off so…” I let my words trail off when Rafe kisses his way along my shoulder, his hands massaging along the valleys of my hips.

“Ah, I see. Did you feel better after?” There wasn’t even a smidge of judgement in his words, just genuine care.

My stomach dips low when he presses back up to my hips, nestling his cock between my cheeks. Biting my cheek to keep from moaning greedily, I brush my head against his temple as I nod. Even though I didn’t feel that much better after. Not like right now. But I can’t seem to find the strength to use my words.

“That’s good, sweet thing.” Fuck, Rafe wraps his hand around me, and this time I do moan, loud and guttural as he strokes my dick, his hips rocking between my cheeks in perfect sync.

It doesn’t take long to reach the peak once again, Rafe coming first with the hottest shuddering groan I’ve ever heard. I follow soon after, the creek water washing away our cum like an offering.

We stumble together onto the creek banks and we quickly realise our error. Both now nakedandwet, it’s not only cold but we’re going to get filthy again.

I hesitate awkwardly, running my hand through my hair. It has to be late, well early. I have no idea how long it is until sunrise, but it has to be soon. Ishouldbe heading back to the pack grounds, but I don’t. In fact, the idea of leaving just yet makes me want to vomit. I couldn’t make my feet move in that direction even if I tried.

Rafe seems to sense my anxiety, running a hand down my arm. “Wait here,” he says, waiting for me to nod before he walks to the treeline. He disappears in the dark for a moment but returns with a large blanket. It’s the woven kind that the centaurs use. Did he get it from them? Jealousy churns in me for a moment while I jump to a thousand conclusions about how and why he got a blanketbefore I realise I’m being an idiot.

Rafe spreads the blanket on a soft patch of dirt and grass, away from the rocks, and beckons me over.

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