Page 47 of Whisper Woods

Remaining on his knees, he leans forward to crawl up my body, tapping my thigh when he wants me to spread my legs. Down the length of my body I watch him; in the golden lights of the room he looks magnificent leaning over me like this.

He still strokes my legs, almost as if it’s a compulsion. His leaking dick brushes against mine with his movements. After a moment he leans over me,and captures my lips in a spirit searing kiss. His tongue fucks into my mouth and I cannot breathe. I don’t want to. My hands grip at him, pinning him to me. But still, he manages to pull free when he demands it.

“Don’t do that to me again, Seff.” His next words are muffled as he dives on me, kissing and nibbling along the scruff of my jaw until he is sucking, hard biting kisses on the tendons of my neck. It’s definitely only wishful thinking that has me convinced his next words would have beendon’t leave me again.

I mumble my agreement anyway. Never again. Fuck.

With his lips firmly attached to my collarbone, his fingers dip between my ass again. I don’t know when he slicked his fingers with the oil again, but when his first finger delves inside me, it slides in like he’s made for me.

Sweet words of praise drip from his lips as he works me open, turning me into an incoherent mess. One finger, two, three. I would have protested the time he’s taking but I can’t think, let alone speak.

And when he pushes my knees to my chest and notches the head of his cock against my hole, pressing inside me with that same torturous slowness, my cries can probably be heard in the Falls.

“Sweet kushinavya, Seff. I don’t think I’m going to last.” He pants, the strain of holding back showing in his reddened face, the tenseness of his neck as he drives into me again and again. He says it like an apology. Like I’m not one big, overstimulated mess and he’s not hitting that amazing spot inside me over and over. I can’t even reply—I’m completely lost in the feeling of him.

He changes our position, bringing my legs up over his shoulders and I see fucking stars. It's not the fact that, like this, he can hit further, deeper inside me. It’s the way he turns his head and nuzzles my calf, kissing it so tenderly something fractures inside me.

My orgasm thunders down on me in an uncontrollable tidal wave. My arms, useless limp lumps, finally gain some function and I grab him again, tangling my hands in his hair, dragging him down for a kiss, completely ignoring the way it folds me further in half. The new angle provides the relief my knot desperately needs. And as he powers through to his own release, his hips pounding my ass in a vicious rhythm, I come, spurting between us, my cock throbbing sohard it's painful.

Rafe brackets my head with his arms and lifts his chest off me enough to pound into me even harder. I meet his rhythm, arching my hips into him to match his intensity. With half-lidded eyes I watch Rafe come, clenching my ass around his swelling cock as he slams inside one last time. His beautiful face contorts in pleasure, his eyes squeezing tight as he throws his head back on his cry.

His cock is still twitching when he collapses on top of me. Our heavy breathing fills the room, over the ringing in my ears. He tries to slide off, probably thinking his weight is too much, but I need it. I need the weight of him to ground me back into my body and tether me to reality. He’s just sent me out into space—he can’t just leave me floating like that. He gets the hint when he tries to move again and I tighten my arms into steel bands around him.

He hums a satisfied little sound and resigns himself to his fate, relaxing completely on top of me and tucking his head into my neck. He’ll have to move eventually, I know that. But for right now, I have him inside me, around me. Pressing a kiss to the dark hair on the crown of his head, I know I have to accept that it’s enough. But I’m greedy. A black hole of need, only for Rafe.

He answers my kiss with one of his own to my pulse beating rapidly in my neck.

Our breathing eventually settles, my cum cooling between us, his leaking from my ass where his cock still rests. If I shut my eyes, I can pretend that we’re one being. That this feeling, thisrightness, will be with me forever. That he won’t disappear to wherever it is he goes. That this night will never end.

That everything will be right and good forever.

And I fall asleep.

Rafe

Seff is making anawful habit of this sneaking away from me business. Out of my bed. Out of my sight. Still half asleep, I can sense he is somewhere close by, but it still feels not enough. I need him right here next to me. By my side.

Maybe I should tie him up.

Tie him to me.

Hmmm… I consider, rolling over into the warm, empty space of the bed that smells of wolf, and Seff and sex. There is that idea again—tying him to me. Truly, it’s not something I’ve ever truly given too much thought to. It’s not something that’s ever felt within my reach. As a Tavisher, constantly moving between the two worlds, it feels unfair to any being I take as a mate. There would always be this monumental part of my life I could not share with them.

Or at least that is what I tell myself.

Especially after meeting Seff.

Because truly, who could compare?

For five years now, Seff has been an anomaly in my life. Like a dream outside of reality. Our connection feels both unbreakable and at the same time, terribly and tragically fragile. Especially after the last time we were together, one year ago.

He came to me, raging like the storm that ravaged the Woods that night. I managed to soothe the beast inside him, but it returned with the dawn. I knew—I know—my leaving caused at least part of that which tormented him. He felt it just as I did. The way our time together, or more specifically it ending, left wounds upon our spirit.

How much longer can we bear it?

Unbidden, the images take over my mind, still half caught in sleep. Seff in my home in Tathys. Seff by my side as we explore the world together. Night and day, forever.

No more goodbyes. No more nights awake wondering where he is, what he is doing. Who he is with.

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