Page 53 of Prey for Me

“Raphi,” she whimpers, my nickname, my balls swollen, my first knot already inside her. “Will you knot me properly tonight?”

“Yes,” I whisper as I kiss her forehead. “Yes, of course, my little white rabbit.”

The shoreline has been the edge of the world for me. But now I know that’s false. Grace is my whole world, my universe. And now, if only to myself, I’ll worship her as the goddess of my very existence.

“Raphael?” She whispers, and my name is like a prayer on his pillowy lips, so soft as they melt against mine. I grip her roughly, unable to quell my insatiable hunger. A kiss won’t sate me, and yet I’m still filled with bliss.

“You’ll take all of me tonight,” I murmur against her lips, as I shove my cock right where it always belonged.

Grace jerks, clawing my ass and squeezing my hips with her legs, as I shove past her resistance. It’s coming. My knot. My second knot. I’m already thick and swollen, and I’m not sure she’s slick enough to take both.

I still, fearful I hurt her, but the next sound she makes almost makes me cum too soon.

“Please, don’t stop.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

GRACE

I’mscaredhe’lltearme apart. Raphael’s cock is already huge, but it’s monstrous with two knots squeezed inside of me. But, to my surprise, he’s gentle and attentive as his hips sway softly to an imaginary rhythm, never leaving my body, though he’s slowly but surely pushing more of his knotted cock inside. The pinch stings a little as he shifts, elbows digging into the pillows above my head as he lifts himself up.

He seems obsessed with how wide he’s spread me open already, gaze never leaving the middle of my splayed thighs. And I can’t either, pushing more of his long hair out of the way so I can get a better look.

Strands of his long hair tickle my exposed nipples and stomach as he rocks a little faster now, hips swirling a bit, reaching places inside of me I didn’t know existed. My feverish skin can’t stand the feather light touches and my slick makes an obscene wet slapping sound as I moan into his mouth.

When did he start kissing my neck and licking all the tender aches from Nakoa’s teeth? When did Raphael push deeper? Idon’t know and follow my instincts instead of questioning what’s happening, chasing lips and his hips as I rise up to meet his shallow thrusts, nipping his full bottom lips, then his neck, pricing the skull tattoo there.

“Fuck,” he groans, tugging on my hair as he forces me back on my back and lifts up, eyes on my, “…cunt. You’re going to force me to go feral you’re so fucking wet. So tight, little bunny. ”

My alpha’s eyes snap up as I tuck as much of his hair behind his ear as I can, gasping when I finally see what he;s doing to me fully. I sure as hell can feel him, and dread pools in my clenching stomach.

One knot. He only has one knot inside of me, the base of the one closer to his balls barely touching my pussy. How will he fit?

”We’ll work,” he states, and I can’t help but wonder if his words have a double meaning. But then, like magic, my mind is consumed by my heat once more. The sting of pain vanishes and a flood of pleasured washing over me like a tidal wave from all sides replaces it.

We’ve coated the pillows in enough slick and cum that nothing can wash the mess out. But I don’t mind as he flips us so I’m resting on his abs and his back is to the cave floor.

I know these words can’t possible have come from an alpha as arrogant as Raphael, but I feel like I hear him whisper before I drift off, “You’re mine, Grace, and I’m yours.”

This bliss that feels me is absolute.

But by nightfall morning, when I wake up in my stained nest alone, I convince myself I imagained those sincere world. When I venture out only to find Leo waiting with open arms, I’m sure it was one heat-filled delusion. But when we return, get dressed, fed, and prepped for the journey, my eyes keep lingering on Raphi.

He won’t look at me. Won’t grunt or growl or snap. Won’t bully or bicker or bitch. He’s so subdued it’s more meancing than hisusual arrogance. And by the time we part ways with the other re-con teams, I know in the blackhole that used to hold my sould that everything that happened this morning was real.

So why is he so steadfast in ignoring it?When did we cross the line? When did we become something more than enemies, more intese then fly by night mates?

My alpha reaches for me, helping me up and over a steep hill.

The other two grin down at us, and my heart skips a beat.

I muster up the courage to ask something I've been dying to know.

Why are you all so devoted to me?

His bushy brows furrow in confusion

Do you question why the sun sets, and the moon rises?

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