Maybe it is sexual.
It’s all so confusing. I barely know Rafael Castillo, and what I do know paints him as an arrogant wolf that thinks much too highly of himself. I shouldn’t be here with him. I shouldn’t let him hold me like this. But I am and no matter how many times I tell myself I need to leave, I stay.
The movie ends and Desmond quietly slips away to his room. Jordy hesitates like he wants to hang out some more but a single death glare from Rafael sends him on his way.
Alrighty then. So much for having a buffer.
I stand up once they leave, feeling awkward and out of place. I have no idea what time it is but the commotion outside has quieted. It’s safe to assume most of my classmates have gone to bed or are in the process of doing so.
I fold the blanket we’d been using and place it on the back of the sectional before slipping my feet into my sneakers. Maybe I can go for another run before heading back to Zheng’s cabin?
“What are you doing?” Rafael asks, his arms folded over his chest and his legs spread wide.
Well, someone sure has a self-assured look on his face. I wish I knew what he was thinking. I feel like I’m about to do the walk of shame when I step outside the cabin door, yet we haven’t even done anything. Well, unless that kiss earlier counts.
“I was, uh, just getting ready to head out.” I shrug.
Rafael clasps my hand and tugs me toward him. “Why?”
I bite my bottom lip. He tugs at my hand again, this time harder, and I stumble forward. He catches me and pulls me into his lap. I’m straddling his thighs, his face only inches from mine. His scent reaches my nose and I inhale deep, breathing him in. I’m drawn into his dark brown gaze and heat pools between my legs. His nostrils flare as he scents my arousal and I don’t know if I should be turned on or mortified right now.
My core tightens and I feel his cock harden beneath me. I’m tempted to shift and rock against him but I don’t. I shouldn’t. I can’t.
“Why are you planning to leave, vanilla?”
With that one word, it’s like a bucket of water is dumped over me. “Why do you keep calling me that? What is your deal?” My voice is heated. I hate that he keeps making digs at me. I thought… I don’t know what I thought. But I don’t like him making fun of me.
He chuckles and my annoyance spikes. “I call you vanilla because…” he trails off with a grin.
I push at his chest, my claws pricking my fingertips to graze his bare skin. “Come on.”
His smile widens into the devilish smirk I’ve quickly grown accustomed to seeing on his face. He leans forward, his voice low as he whispers in my ear, “It’s my favorite flavor.”
His breath heats the shell of my ear and I can’t fight the tingles that race up and down my spine. “Your favorite flavor?” I ask, confused.
He nuzzles me and murmurs, “Mmm…. Mexican vanilla. The sweetest taste there is.”
Oh. My. God.
He trails kisses along my neck, his hands digging into my hips before he pulls back.
“I…” I swallow hard. “It’s late. I’m supposed to stay in Zheng’s cabin.” At the mention of his name Rafael growls, a deep throaty sound that leaves more liquid heat pooling between my thighs.
His eyes lock on mine for the briefest of moments before his lips come crashing down on my mouth, and then I’m drowning in him. His touch. His taste. I can’t seem to figure out up from down. All I know is that I want him. No. I need him. My wolf claws at my flesh, as though she’s equally eager to have a taste. I let her rise to the surface, knowing it’s her eyes now shining through my own.
My hips thrust forward and I grind against him. He groans, and I want to hear that sound again, so, so bad. I press my core against him harder and swivel my hips. His fingers dig into me hard enough to bruise as he clutches me tight to his chest.
“What are you doing to me?” His voice is husky.
I have no answer for him so I kiss him again. I rock against him, swallowing his groans as he greedily drinks down mine. The reality that one of the other guys can walk in on us at any moment doesn’t matter. All I can think of is how good he feels.
One calloused palm rises beneath my shirt and tugs down the cup of my bra. He pinches one hard peak and I cry out. It’s as if my nipple and clit are connected and I feel my release move closer, hovering just out of reach.
“Oh, God,” I gasp and try to move away. This is too much, too fast, but Rafael chases after me with his lips and I give in to him, too weak to shove him away. I trail my fingers over his bare chest, reveling in the feel of every dip and valley. He tugs my shirt up and I raise my arms, allowing him to pull it from me.
A quick motion at my back and the clasp on my bra is torn free. It falls down my shoulders before Rafael tugs it forward, discarding it somewhere to the side.
He drinks me in. His hungry gaze locks on my breasts. “So… fucking… beautiful,” he murmurs right before his mouth is on me. His lips wrap around my nipple and his tongue lashes at me as his other hand kneads my tender flesh.
I can’t take it. I writhe on top of him, pressing myself closer. Wishing there was nothing between us. I need to feel him inside of me.
