“It looked too inviting to pass up.”
Rafe’s eyes gleam in the darkness. “I–” he chokes out. “You–”
I arch a brow, not bothering to hide my smile at what I’ve done to him. “What’s wrong, Rafe?”
“You can’t be out here alone–naked.”
“Oh, I think it’ll be fine. You said it’ll just be us, right?”
“It’s not safe,” he grits out.
“You’re here with me, right?”
He looks around, scanning the darkness as if he can see into it. For a moment, I’m sorry for tormenting him because I can see how seriously he’s taking protecting me. Maybe it’s not about my nudity, and he truly is worried about my safety. Now I need to know for sure. Or maybe I just want it to be the former. I rise up a bit in the water, giving him a view of my breasts. “Would you feel better if you came in with me?”
I’m definitely playing seductress–something I shouldn’t do. Something I decided was a bad idea. But the need to help Rafe relax overrides my better judgment.
“No!” he sputters, but he stalks forward with purpose. He’s either going to join me or pull me out. I’m not sure he knows which it is yet.
“Rafe.” Speaking his name makes his gaze lock on mine, his focus clear. “Come in.”
His nostrils flare as he sucks in a breath, and then I know I’ve won because without breaking our gaze, he strips out of his clothes and drops into the water, his cock standing straight out.
I’ve never had such an effect on a man before. It’s a powerful feeling to know he’s so attracted to me. No less powerful than my attraction to him though. I rise to my feet and meet him in the middle of the pool, my mouth catching his at the same time my wet breasts glide across his firm chest.
He moans against my lips, like our every touch is torture. Maybe it is because I suddenly can’t get enough. I loop my arms around his neck and press my body against his, feeling the prod of his erection against my belly.
He makes a desperate sound, his tongue sliding between my lips, his hands kneading my ass in the water.
My body comes alive everywhere I’m in contact with him, like he’s waking my cells from slumber. I suddenly have no idea why I’ve been resisting this thing with Rafe. It would be madness not to give in. I can’t imagine having this kind of chemistry with anyone else on the planet. He backs me up against the stonewall of the hottub. “Adele,” he murmurs between rough kisses. “I need to get you out of this soaking pool.”
I break the kiss and raise my brows. “You really think it’s dangerous here?”
He pulls me back into him. “I’m dangerous. To you. I need you on a softer surface.”
I laugh against his lips as he climbs out and carries me inside, leaving our clothes out on the deck.
He carries me into a bedroom with a giant king bed in the middle and another hanging fireplace near the window with two comfy sitting chairs. With the flip of a switch, the flames in the fireplace springs to life.
Rafe drops me in the center of the bed and begins to kiss down my body, starting at my collar bone and traveling down my breastbone then the plane of my belly, stopping at the apex of my sex. “I don’t have a condom,” he admits in a gravelly voice.
Rafe
Claim her.
My wolf has only one desire. The moon is full, and I’m way too on edge to be touching Adele, but it’s impossible to stop.
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone but you in more than a year.”
“Thank fuck.” Ack, did I say that out loud? Well, the sentiment is true. Not being inside Adele would kill me at this point. “I’m clean, too.”
Claim her.
I lick into her, re-familiarizing myself with her soft folds, the tang of her essence. Her skin is still hot and wet from the soaking pool, which makes me all the more driven to claim her. Like she’s one of her delectable entrees, fresh out of the oven.
I swirl my tongue around her clit until it lengthens enough for me to get my lips around it and suck. She cries out, filling the room with the sweetest sound.
With every beat of my heart, I sense the rushing up of fate to tear at my heels. To force me to claim her.
But I haven’t managed to protect my team and my pack this long without a fuck-ton of discipline. I can do this.
I can satisfy my female without claiming her.
Claim her.
My wolf needs to back the fuck down. This is for Adele, not me. I can’t claim her. I already drive her mad with my need to protect her, and we’re not in a relationship.