I’m using him. But isn’t he using me, too?
With me still in his lap, Rafael cups my rear and stands. I wrap my legs around his waist and allow him to carry me down the darkened hallway. I kiss his neck. His shoulder. I can’t stop touching him.
When we reach a closed door, he fumbles to open it and then steps inside and carries me to the large bed in the center of the room. He lays me down with surprising care and just stands there, looking down at me with wonder on his face and a silver sheen rolling over his eyes.
The emotion worries me. I need whatever we’re doing right now to have boundaries.
“Rafe?” I push up to my elbows and he cocks his head to the side, his eyes boring into mine. I lick my lips. “This … whatever this is … it’s just fun. Okay?”
Anger flashes for a split second and then it’s gone as though it’d never been there. A wolfish smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and he reaches for me, his hand trailing up my side to my face before gripping my jaw as he brushes his thumb along my lower lip. “I want you.” There’s an edge to his voice. It’s all I can do not to reach out for him, draw him closer. His hands move to the waistband of my sweats. “I want to fuck you. I want you to scream my name. And I want you to come on my cock.”
I suck in a shuddering breath.
“But I don’t do relationships, vanilla, so don’t get this twisted. I’m not a nice guy. Right now, I only want one thing from you and that’s access to your pussy.” He slips a hand inside my sweats, sinking two fingers deep inside me.
I hiss.
The rational side of me knows this is a bad idea. He’ll hurt me. He’ll use me and toss me aside and no matter how many times I tell myself I’ll use him too, that this is a fair exchange, I know it isn’t. But I refuse to worry about that now.
Rafael is like a drug and I’m desperate to get my fix, all the while praying I don’t develop an addiction after just one hit.
He slides out of me before hooking his finger in my sweats and panties and in one smooth motion, he whisks them both off, and then I’m bare to him.
He groans again, his eyes hooded as he drinks in my naked form.
A hand runs up my thigh before pushing my legs apart, exposing my most intimate flesh to his hungry gaze. Instead of climbing onto the bed like I expect him to, he kneels down at the edge of the mattress, bringing his face eye level with my core.
Instinctively, I try and close my legs but his hands on either side keep me spread and open to him. “I’m going to kiss you,” he tells me and then begins trailing hot wet kisses along the inside of my leg. He bites the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, forcing me to stiffen and cry out from the unexpected sting. But then he’s laving his tongue over the small wound, kissing the slight pain away, and I relax in his hold again. When he gets close to my core, he repeats the movements on my other thigh, taking his time. His teeth scrape against my skin and I’m panting now. A complete puddle as my limbs tighten in eager anticipation.
When his face finally comes back to my center, his eyes darken, drunk with need. He takes a deep breath, inhaling me before his tongue darts out and licks me back to front. My hips buck off the bed and I cry out at the sensations. Holy… wow.
After that one lick, Rafael buries his face between my thighs. Licking, sucking, biting. Sensations tumble through me, too many to count and the next thing I know my release is thundering toward me. I’m so close. I can feel my release right there. And then, like breaking through a dam, it crashes through me. It’s like a tsunami I can’t escape, the fastest, hardest orgasm I’ve ever experienced, and I cry out with my release, screaming his name. “Rafe!”
Then he’s on top of me. He’s removed his boxer briefs and his hard length is pressed against my lower stomach as he pulls my legs up on either side of him, nestling himself between me. He slides against my wet center and I tilt my hips back, widening my legs to grant him a better angle.
He rears back and curses. “Fuck.”
I startle and my eyes go wide. “What?”
He climbs off of me and runs a hand through his dark brown hair.
Humiliation sweeps through me and I jerk into a seated position, wrapping my arms around my chest to cover myself.
“Condom,” he bites out. Then he looks at me and his eyes narrow. “What are you doing?”
“I…” A blush warms my cheeks as he stands there in all his naked glory without a care in the world. “I… Ah…” I have no words.
He steps closer and leans down, kissing me hard and deep before biting my bottom lip and giving it a tug. My hands fall away from my breasts and I moan into his mouth.
He pulls back with a smirk, “I’m getting a condom and then I’m fucking that tight little pussy of yours. Neither of us need a pup running around.”
I swallow hard. “O-okay,” I whisper, hating how unsure I sound. I brush loose strands of hair from my face and then his words slam into me. Condom. Oh my god. I almost had sex with him without one. What was I thinking? Shifters can’t catch STDs and we’re immune to most
