Soul Bonded (12 page)

Katie shook her head. “I’m on birth control. It’s okay.” Never mind that she’d missed a week of pills.

Rafe jerked his hips, but stopped short of pushing inside. “We don’t have to—“

“Rafe.” She put a hand on each stubbled cheek and stared into his eyes. “Fuck me. Make love to me.
Be
with me tonight.” Knowing she sounded like a broken record but too greedy for his touch to care, Katie said, “
Please
.”

He put a large hand on the side of her face, ran his thumb along her bottom lip, and pressed the head of his cock against her slick opening. Her body yielded to the invasion immediately, allowing him to slide home in one smooth, torturously slow thrust. She tipped her head back and moaned, overcome by the intense bliss of being physically joined to her soulmate for the first time. Rafe eased his arm beneath her back and held her close, kissing her throat.

“You feel so good.” Rafe’s voice shook. The rest of his body followed suit, as though it was taking everything he had not to just plunder her mercilessly. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

All she felt was ecstasy. “No.” She tilted her hips, gasping when Rafe slid impossibly deeper. “It’s so good.”

He withdrew, then drove into her again. “Like that?”

She nodded and met his next thrust with enthusiasm, rocking her pelvis to increase the friction against her clit. “Just like that.”

“I’ve never felt anything so goddamn hot and wet and
tight
.” Rafe moved against her with increasing fervor. “And you’re
mine
.”

Her inner muscles clenched at his words. “I’m yours.” The more he moved within her, the wetter she became. His strokes grew longer and deeper as she opened to him, his movements less careful. Sheer, decadent bliss rolled over her and settled in the pit of her stomach, sparking a delicious build of pressure that signaled another orgasm. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop.” He wound his hand in her hair and tugged, somehow rough and tender at the same time. “Not when you feel so fucking
good
on my cock.” He growled and nipped at her throat. “Tell me you like this.”

“I like it.” She dug her nails into his shoulders, matching his intensity with ease. She’d expected slow, tender lovemaking after Rafe’s reluctance, but understood that he was under the sway of the moon. There was a reason he’d been concerned for her, even though he needn’t have been. The sex was animalistic and passionate and it transcended every physical experience she’d ever had. Sensing that he enjoyed talking, she pressed her lips against his ear. “I love how you fill me up with your big, hard cock. Do you feel how wet I am for you?”

He shuddered. “Yeah.”

“Is my wet pussy going to make you come?”

Rafe stopped suddenly, buried to the hilt, and ground his hips against her. His pelvis rubbed against her clit, causing her to tighten around him. She clawed at his back and rolled her own hips, desperate for release. He pumped into her once, twice more, and then she was coming apart in his arms. As her climax began to ebb, Rafe pulled out of her and came with a hoarse moan, spilling his seed onto her stomach. She reached for him and brought his full weight back down on top of her, already mourning his absence inside her body.

“You didn’t have to pull out.” She cradled the back of his head, holding him against her chest. “You could have come inside me.”
 

He ran his tongue over her clavicle. “Did I hurt you?”

Katie chuckled. “How delicate do you think I am?”

Rafe wrapped his arms around her middle and buried his face in her breasts. “I’m not worried because I think you’re delicate. It’s that I know how I get during this time of the month.”

“You mean sexy?”

He lifted his head, green eyes sparkling. “You think I’m sexy?”

She exhaled in a rush. “Are you kidding?”

He grinned and rolled off to the side, then gathered her in his arms, settling her against him. “I’m glad you approve. ‘Cause you’re stuck with me.”

Katie rested her face against his solid chest and smiled. “I might actually be okay with that.”

He ran his fingers along her spine, making her shiver. “That’s easy to say in the afterglow. We’ll talk again after tomorrow night.”

She drew a circle around his navel with her fingernail. “I don’t want to think about tomorrow right now.”

“Okay.” His cock, still half-erect, twitched when she trailed her fingers lower, onto the trail of dark hairs that led to his groin. “We should sleep.”

Katie flattened her hand over Rafe’s abdomen. “You’re still hard.”

“I’m pretty much always hard for a few days surrounding the full moon.” He reached between his legs and gave himself an absent stroke. “It’s not always like this.”

“I’m not complaining.” She licked her lips, turned on by the sight of his strong hand wrapped around his thick member. A fresh flood of arousal threatened to chase away her exhaustion. “I like you hard.”

As though sensing her thoughts, he released his cock and pulled the comforter up to cover their lower bodies. “Sweet girl, we really do need our rest. You know we do.”

She knew. But that didn’t mean she had to like it. “Fine.”

“We’ll get up in a few hours, shower, then I’ll make us breakfast. There will be plenty of time to keep getting to know each other then.”

Katie smiled in anticipation. Her good humor faded quickly, when an unwelcome truth flitted through her head.
We may never have another night like this. This could be the first and last time we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Rafe was right. She needed her rest. Tomorrow she would face the most important test of her life—and it was one she couldn’t bear to fail.

She didn’t know how long she’d slept. All she knew was that she’d woken up refreshed, in Rafe’s arms, every bit as horny as she’d been before falling asleep. Best of all, her mind was clear and the panic that threatened to carry her away the night before was strangely absent. She was still frightened about the prospect of an all-out werewolf assault that night, of course, but lying there with Rafe, it was as though nothing could touch her.
 

Beneath her, Rafe sighed. Katie picked up her head, half-expecting to find him awake, and smiled when she saw him dozing with his mouth hanging open slightly. He was so beautiful. She placed her hand on his chest, pleased to find his skin still warm where she’d slept. Biting her lip, she tried to decide whether to wake him. She didn’t want to deprive him of much-needed rest, but she wanted him inside her again—and she didn’t know how much time they had left. The twinge of anxiety brought on by that thought made the decision for her.
 

Rather than shake him awake, she carefully peeled the comforter off their lower halves. Her breath caught at the sight of his cock, thick and still rock-hard in slumber. Checking his face again, still finding him asleep, Katie slipped out of bed and padded toward the bathroom. Shilah lifted his head and watched from his spot on the floor near the closet, but she shushed him by holding up her hand. Determined to make it a quick trip, she opened the bedroom door and tiptoed down the hallway to the bathroom. Once inside, she relieved her bladder and washed up. Then she soaked a fresh washcloth in warm water and made her way back to the bedroom.

She’d imagined Rafe would be a light sleeper, but apparently not. Whether it was the impending full moon or simply exhaustion brought on by the best sex she’d ever had, he was out cold. She crept back to bed and slipped beneath the comforter. Careful not to startle him, she brought the wet cloth between Rafe’s thighs and used it to grip his cock. He moaned and twitched in her hand. She stroked him lightly, washing last night’s passion away. He twisted his hips and pumped into her fist, but showed no sign of waking.
 

Not wanting to push her luck, Katie tossed the towel aside. His cock glistened with water and pre-ejaculate, triggering a Pavlovian surge of naughty, decadent hunger. Last night she’d tasted him for only a minute before asking him to fuck her. Now she wanted to return the favor for the incredible oral worship he’d given her. Single-minded in her desire to please him, she crawled down the bed and hovered over his erection, lips inches from the bulbous head. She bent and pressed a light kiss to the tip, then followed up with a slow lick.

Rafe stirred, then groaned.

Thrilled by his unconscious reaction to her touch, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and squeezed gently. His groan turned into a strangled noise of anticipation. Sensing that he was about to come crashing into consciousness, she abandoned the idea of teasing him any longer. She opened her mouth wide and brought it down on his thick shaft, taking in as much of him as she could.

Rafe awoke with a gasp. “Katie…”

She grinned and slid her hand down to cup his heavy balls. His hips bucked slightly, forcing her to swallow another inch or so of his cock. She took it willingly, and with a contented moan. He tangled his fingers in her hair and tried to push her away.

“Katie, I—“ He cried out when she stroked her thumb over the sensitive skin of his testicles. “Wait.”

She’d been optimistic to think that he’d gotten over his unnecessary concern for her virtue. Determined to make him understand that she was a grown woman who knew what she wanted, Katie drew back and let his cock slide from her mouth. The expression of sheer relief on his face quickly dissolved into a mixture of joy and panic when she licked a path down the underside of his shaft, then laved her tongue over his balls.

“
Fuck
.” His fingers twined in her hair and pulled hard. The twinge of pain from his rough handling swiftly turned into ecstasy.
 
“Katie—“

She sucked him, moaning, then dragged her tongue back up his shaft. Making eye contact for the first time since he woke, she murmured, “Good morning.” Then she took him into her mouth again.

An almost inhuman growl rumbled up from deep in Rafe’s chest, startling her. More jolting was the tug he gave her hair as he yanked her off his cock. She looked up at him, concerned, and then he was rolling her onto her belly and pinning her to the bed. His hands smoothed over her back and her sides, then gripped her buttocks and spread her open. With another growl, he lowered himself onto her body. He forced his erection between her thighs and positioned himself at her entrance.
 

“Tell me to stop,” Rafe said in a rough whisper. She turned her face to the side, gasping at the intensity of her desire to be taken. His fingers curled around the back of her neck and pushed her down. He had her immobilized. “Unless you want me inside you, tell me to stop
right now
.”

It took her a moment to remember how to speak. “Don’t sto—“

Rafe didn’t let her finish. He drove into her with one hard thrust, sliding home with a strangled groan. Katie cried out in surprise, then moaned as an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction rolled over her. She was soaking wet and accommodated him easily, despite the lingering ache from their first lovemaking session. Rafe snaked a hand beneath her chest and cupped her breast in his palm. He gave her a firm squeeze and withdrew from her pussy, then pounded into her again without restraint. Sharp teeth ghosted over her shoulder, hinting at the primal strength atop and inside her. A delicious shiver crawled up her spine, and her nipples tightened into painful points.

Another growl tore from Rafe’s throat as he set a frantic pace, no longer the tender and vocal lover he was only hours ago. This morning there were no naughty, whispered words and gentle caresses—just primal, guttural noises amid relentless fucking. He’d become the animal he’d feared.
 

And yet she loved this Rafe every bit as much as the one who’d made love to her last night. This Rafe wasn’t burdened with tentative, unnecessary concern for her virtue. He was sating his own needs—and she was enjoying every second of it. Each aggressive stroke caused her to tighten and contract around him. Unrelenting waves of pleasure exploded deep within her, stealing her breath and leaving her limp beneath his heavy weight. All she could do was lie there, completely at his mercy. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, tears streaming down her cheeks as she contended with the most intense ecstasy she’d ever felt.

Rafe tightened his grip on the back of her neck and pumped harder. The sound of her ragged breathing, Rafe’s animalistic grunting, and the slap of his lower body against hers filled the room, all of it pushing her closer to the edge. She fisted her hands in the sheets above her head, hanging on tight as her climax crescendoed. Overwhelmed by the riot of sensation that lit up her body, she stiffened and sobbed quietly into her pillow. Rafe released her neck and planted his hands beside her head, rocking against her in a final series of short, hard thrusts. He gave a hoarse shout as he emptied himself into her, then collapsed heavily onto her back.
 

Stunned, Katie could only lie boneless beneath him. She knew she ought to say something, but spoken language eluded her.

“Shit,” Rafe croaked in a broken whisper. “Katie…” He withdrew from her with excruciating slowness, inhaling audibly when she whimpered. “Oh, no. No.”
 

She didn’t want him to regret what had just happened. Not when he’d given her the most intensely gratifying ride of her life. “Please don’t—“

He scrambled off her, choking back a sob. “Oh, fuck.”

Clearly he misunderstood her reaction. With effort, she rolled over and sat up. “No, Rafe—“

He knelt at the foot of the bed, pale and stricken and still erect, and stared aghast at the blood-stained sheets beneath her legs. “You’re bleeding.”

Confused, she looked down at her calves. The larger bite wound had reopened and was trickling a steady flow of fresh blood. “It’s no big deal. I didn’t even feel it.” She raised her knee to examine the area, then frowned at the mess she’d made. “I’m sorry about your sheets.”

“I don’t care about the fucking
sheets
.” Rafe grabbed the comforter and wrapped it around his hips, covering himself. “
Fuck
.” He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them and regarded her soberly. “I hurt you.”