Page 68 of Whisper Woods

Fuck yeah. I think as I follow him into the dark streets of Tathys.Take me home baby. Make me yours.

Seff

We’re outside of Rafe’sdoor before I realise we’re there. Somehow we stumbled through the dark streets of Tathys, making our way home from Vansh’s completely wrapped up in one another. Did we walk here? Did We fly?

I have no idea. Did a part of me regret not seeing the beauty and magic of Tathys in the night? Maybe. But right now I couldn’t tell you a single thing, even if my mouth was free to answer.

Because it isn’t.

It’s too busy kissing the column of his throat. The salty taste of his skin, the smokey scent of him, the soft growls vibrating in his throat, the firm flesh of his ass in my hands. The sting of his fingers digging roughly into my scalp, pressing my mouth harder against him.

How could I think of anything else?

Spinning us quickly, I manage to catch him by surprise, a tiny victory that makes my chest puff with pride. I don’t leave any room between us, plastering my body to his, moulding every inch of us together in the way that fits just perfectly.

Rafe’s erection presses hot and heavy into my thigh, searing me through the layers of our clothes. Too many layers. I feel as if I’m on fire with need for him. It’s burning my veins. At some point, whether it was the music and energy at the bar, or if it’s just us and this thing between us that we are desperately trying to control, everything shifted. The tension between us is no longer a smoulder we can control.

It feels like the lust of a full moon. Only wilder. More out of control.

I graze my teeth sharply along the stubble of his beard, and a shudder ripplesthrough him. I can feel how much he likes it, his cock growing thicker against me. He’s burning, too. I don’t know if this fire is going to consume us, but I don’t care. Not if it means I have him.

All of him.

I drag my tongue back along the path my teeth grazed and sink my teeth into the taut tendons of his neck. His cry echoes into the otherwise silent night as his hips arch into mine.

“You are driving me crazy, my sweet kushinavya.” Rafe’s voice is hoarse. Breathy, like he’s struggling to maintain his sanity. Funnily enough, it makes me lose the last of mine.

I shove into him, thrusting my whole body against him into the hard wood of the door, forcing him to rise on his toes. Pulling off his neck, I drive my hands into his long, black hair, wrapping the sexy as fuck white streak in my fist. Rafe’s good eye flashes, and his lip curls, baring his teeth in a sneer. The fire in us is dark tonight. Potent. Dangerous.

Provoking us to do dark and stupid things.

“I’m already there, Rafe,” I growl, gripping his hair tighter when his claws dig into my shoulders. It stings, but it feels good. Right. I grind my cock harder into him, letting him feel just how badly I want him. How badly I need him. My breathing is ragged, my chest unable to suck in a lungful of air. And every time I do, it’s just full of him anyway, making the chaos inside me worse. “I want you. All of you. Tonight. Now.” Forever.

But no matter how much we crave it, we aren’t saying the dumb things filling the air between us. Not now. It may not be a full moon, but this connection between us is too valuable—too fragile—to risk with stupidity.

Against me, I can feel his body changing as his skin turns to scales, the searing heat of his erection disappearing as his lower half changes, too.

“Do you mean like this?” Rafe asks, his eyebrow raising in a challenge, his claws sliding under my shirt collar to drag against the nape of my neck.

Goosebumps erupt over my skin. But where I would usually submit, and melt under his touch, tonight is a different sort of game and it makes me want to challenge him back.

“Yes,” the word growls out of me gruffly and I slam my mouth against Rafe’s. He may open for me, but the moment my tongue licks into his mouth it’s a battle for control. Neither willing to relent until we have to part for gasping air.

That may be the last kiss we have tonight because when I said I want all of him, I meant it. Full beast mode. Dragon head and all—even if the teeth are gnarly.

Knowing it’s time to move this inside the house, Rafe manages to open the door and we stumble inside, my hands releasing his hair to capture his narrow hips to keep him against me.

I duck my head, ready to see what those midnight scales lining his neck feel like, when he pulls away.

“Brydon?” He whispers, pulling me out of my horny fog. Sure enough, the light is on in the office and Rafe gently removes my hand, kissing me quickly before nodding in the direction of the office.

It kills me to prise my hands off him, but I do, and I watch him walk to his office, only gloating a little bit that he’s lost his usual slinky grace. Because of me.

Their voices are muffled as Rafe checks in on his charge, and I decide to give them a bit of privacy. And continue the game. It’s not like there are any rules.

Silently, I make my way across the hall and up the stairs, leaving a trail of clothes behind me. Like breadcrumbs. Sexy breadcrumbs.

My shoes on the stairs.

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