Page 45 of Whisper Woods

“I was just catching up with a friend. Sorry if Iinterrupted.” I inject as much tone into the word as I can, drawing upon a lifetime's worth of experience of having a younger sister. Rafe scoffs indignantly, his shoes touching mine as he moves closer.

“Fight it out, or fuck it out,” a voice interjects, Seldon whacking me lightly on the butt with his serving tray. “Either way, you can’t do it here. You’re scaring the dryads.” He waits for us both to acknowledge him with our grunts before he leaves us. Rafe’s jaw clenches, and every one of his hard breaths fans over my skin, taunting my already frazzled senses.

“My room. Now.” He grinds out, in a no-nonsense tone that instantly makes me harder than a railroad spike. Rafe doesn’t wait for a response. Just turns on his boot heel and stalks out of the tavern and up the stairs without a backwards glance, leaving me scrambling after him like an idiot. I can feel the eyes of everyone in the tavern on me as I dash up the stairs two at a time.

Rafe’s door is ajar, and I can see him pacing back and forth, muttering angrily to himself.

It’s nice to see him unravelled for once, and I linger in the doorway, watching him. My weird flash of anger has cooled, I’ve never been good at maintaining it for long, but his is still burning hot. I grip the top of the door frame, letting my body fill the space while I stretch.

“What are you doing here?” Rafe spits, stopping his pacing on the opposite side of the bed.

“Why are you so shocked? I said I’d be back? Also, I basically live here.” I huff a laugh, shaking my head. My amusement only seems to make Rafe more irritated, which only makes him hotter, and me hornier.

It all feels kinda dangerous.

I like it.

With his own angry snarl, Rafe prowls across the room towards me. I watcheagerly, trying not to smirk when he reaches out to haul me to him by the back of my neck.

He slams my lips to his with punishing ferocity, and I melt into it. Agreeing with Wolf when he howls his approval. Between us, we manage to get the door shut and then Rafe is hustling me backwards until I’m pinned against it. With lightning speed he snatches my wrists, pinning them above my head with his impossible strength.

His body is plastered against me, and there is no way that he doesn’t feel the jerk of my cock against his thigh. He grinds himself against me, rubbing his matching hardness against my thigh.

“You didn’t say goodbye. You justleft. We do not do that, Seff.” He breathes against my neck, his lips tantalisingly close. I swallow hard, and he brushes his beard roughly against my bobbing throat. He moves like he’s scenting me, marking me and I’m desperate for it. “That isn’tus.”

Us. Fuck me. I whimper, a soft whine breaking free of me as I writhe against him. I can’t move much, but I need the friction. Every nerve is singing.

“I’m sorry.” I pant when his free hand slides under my tee, caressing my skin with rough fingers.

“You didn’t reply to my message,” He accuses, the grip on my wrists tightening and his fingers digging sharply into me, almost like points.

The pain, and the out of my mind horniness, nearly distracts me. But his words permeate the fog clouding my brain.

“Message? You didn’t send any messages?” My words are sluggish, but he gets the point. When he pulls away in confusion I whine, following with my hips for more of that delicious pressure.

“Yes, I did.” He says indignantly, his usually honeyed voice still rough from his earlier anger. He releases my hands, but I don’t drop them from their position just yet.

“No, you didn’t. I didn’t get any messages.”

Rafe scoffs again, and roughly pulls out his phone from his back pocket, thumbing at the screen. I’m forced to drop my stance when he thrusts the phone towards me, a message on the screen.

“See?” He sounds hurt, when I take the phone from him. I look at the message—and the little alert symbol next to it—and back up to Rafe.

“Rafe, I never got the message. It didn’t send. It says that, right here.” I show him the alert, his confusion matching mine. I look at the phone again. Maybe it’s a new phone, and that’s why he doesn’t know? “It’s on flight mode. You have no service.” I hand the phone back and he takes it, confusion dimming him around the edges.

I hate it.

Immediately I want that fire back. I want to burn with it. I want him looking atme, nothis phone. And so I step away from the door, crowding him in, bumping him with my chest until he stops looking at the stupid thing with that horrible, confused look on his face.

“You messaged me, hey? You wanted me to come back? What did you want to do with me?” There we are. Heat once again flashes in Rafe’s eyes and he throws the stupid phone on to the table by the fire.

“I did message you. I messaged you because you left.” His voicedripswith danger and lust. “I was rather put out. My feelings were hurt, especially when you have been so good for me, Seff.”

I groan at his words, my legs turning to lead. My blood is pumping too far, too fast and I drop my forehead to his.

Fucking Rafe knows he has me right where he wants me, and he presses his lips against my ear. “Don’t you want to be good for me, Seff?”

I whimper again, nodding dumbly, lucky I don’t come in my jeans from the husky timbre of his voice vibrating down my neck. One hand trails lightly up the bare skin of my arm, and it is as good as him stroking my cock with how turned on it makes me.

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