Page 17 of Whisper Woods (Legends of the Whisper Woods #3)

Seff

We’re outside of Rafe’s door before I realise we’re there. Somehow we stumbled through the dark streets of Tathys, making our way home from Vansh’s completely wrapped up in one another. Did we walk here? Did We fly?

I have no idea. Did a part of me regret not seeing the beauty and magic of Tathys in the night? Maybe. But right now I couldn’t tell you a single thing, even if my mouth was free to answer.

Because it isn’t.

It’s too busy kissing the column of his throat. The salty taste of his skin, the smokey scent of him, the soft growls vibrating in his throat, the firm flesh of his ass in my hands. The sting of his fingers digging roughly into my scalp, pressing my mouth harder against him.

How could I think of anything else?

Spinning us quickly, I manage to catch him by surprise, a tiny victory that makes my chest puff with pride. I don’t leave any room between us, plastering my body to his, moulding every inch of us together in the way that fits just perfectly.

Rafe’s erection presses hot and heavy into my thigh, searing me through the layers of our clothes. Too many layers. I feel as if I’m on fire with need for him. It’s burning my veins. At some point, whether it was the music and energy at the bar, or if it’s just us and this thing between us that we are desperately trying to control, everything shifted. The tension between us is no longer a smoulder we can control.

It feels like the lust of a full moon. Only wilder. More out of control.

I graze my teeth sharply along the stubble of his beard, and a shudder ripples through him. I can feel how much he likes it, his cock growing thicker against me. He’s burning, too. I don’t know if this fire is going to consume us, but I don’t care. Not if it means I have him.

All of him.

I drag my tongue back along the path my teeth grazed and sink my teeth into the taut tendons of his neck. His cry echoes into the otherwise silent night as his hips arch into mine.

“You are driving me crazy, my sweet kushinavya.” Rafe’s voice is hoarse. Breathy, like he’s struggling to maintain his sanity. Funnily enough, it makes me lose the last of mine.

I shove into him, thrusting my whole body against him into the hard wood of the door, forcing him to rise on his toes. Pulling off his neck, I drive my hands into his long, black hair, wrapping the sexy as fuck white streak in my fist. Rafe’s good eye flashes, and his lip curls, baring his teeth in a sneer. The fire in us is dark tonight. Potent. Dangerous.

Provoking us to do dark and stupid things.

“I’m already there, Rafe,” I growl, gripping his hair tighter when his claws dig into my shoulders. It stings, but it feels good. Right. I grind my cock harder into him, letting him feel just how badly I want him. How badly I need him. My breathing is ragged, my chest unable to suck in a lungful of air. And every time I do, it’s just full of him anyway, making the chaos inside me worse. “I want you. All of you. Tonight. Now.” Forever.

But no matter how much we crave it, we aren’t saying the dumb things filling the air between us. Not now. It may not be a full moon, but this connection between us is too valuable—too fragile—to risk with stupidity.

Against me, I can feel his body changing as his skin turns to scales, the searing heat of his erection disappearing as his lower half changes, too.

“Do you mean like this?” Rafe asks, his eyebrow raising in a challenge, his claws sliding under my shirt collar to drag against the nape of my neck.

Goosebumps erupt over my skin. But where I would usually submit, and melt under his touch, tonight is a different sort of game and it makes me want to challenge him back .

“Yes,” the word growls out of me gruffly and I slam my mouth against Rafe’s. He may open for me, but the moment my tongue licks into his mouth it’s a battle for control. Neither willing to relent until we have to part for gasping air.

That may be the last kiss we have tonight because when I said I want all of him, I meant it. Full beast mode. Dragon head and all—even if the teeth are gnarly.

Knowing it’s time to move this inside the house, Rafe manages to open the door and we stumble inside, my hands releasing his hair to capture his narrow hips to keep him against me.

I duck my head, ready to see what those midnight scales lining his neck feel like, when he pulls away.

“Brydon?” He whispers, pulling me out of my horny fog. Sure enough, the light is on in the office and Rafe gently removes my hand, kissing me quickly before nodding in the direction of the office.

It kills me to prise my hands off him, but I do, and I watch him walk to his office, only gloating a little bit that he’s lost his usual slinky grace. Because of me.

Their voices are muffled as Rafe checks in on his charge, and I decide to give them a bit of privacy. And continue the game. It’s not like there are any rules.

Silently, I make my way across the hall and up the stairs, leaving a trail of clothes behind me. Like breadcrumbs. Sexy breadcrumbs.

My shoes on the stairs.

My shirt on the landing.

My pants in the hall.

My underwear in front of the door to our—his—bedroom.

Anticipation has my heart racing triple time as I race around the room to find what I need. A lamp has been left on. I’m assuming the staff have left it for me. Because without the Tathissian ability to just casually wield magic, I can’t turn on the lights. But that’s a hurdle for another day.

After a quick search, I find what I’m looking for in Rafe’s bedside drawer—a bottle of that special oil he likes to use as lube—and dive onto the bed, arranging myself like I’m not restless and panting. Practically vibrating with need .

My cock is leaking onto my belly, valiantly attempting to hold itself upright but falling against the weight of itself. His footsteps are purposefully heavy, making my heart beat painfully fast. I know he can hear the blood thundering in my veins.

Uncapping the oil, I pour some onto my hand and quickly recap it again. I poured a little too much, the scented liquid spilling onto my stomach, but when it comes to lube, more is usually better than not enough.

There is a scratching on the door, Rafe’s claws scraping against the wood. He’s taunting me. I smile at the notion and wrap my fist around my dick, giving myself a long, slow stroke.

It’s not enough. I need him and his touch. His weight on me and all around me.

The door opens slowly, revealing Rafe in all his beastly glory. The shadows make him look bigger, scarier.

Hotter.

In full beast form now, he reclines against the door frame, crossing his scaled arms over the smooth, leather-like skin of his chest. I didn’t think dragons could smirk, but he proves me wrong, the corner of his mouth hooking up on one side, revealing the dangerous points of his teeth. His long ears twitch at my gasp. I have to squeeze my dick to keep from coming right there.

The sight of him prowling towards me does nothing to ease my racing heartbeat. His clawed feet click against the wood as he approaches slowly, his taloned-hands swinging almost carelessly by his side.

As if I can’t read the tenseness in his muscles, the sharpness in his eyes. The way he tries to stop his forked tongue from darting out to lick his non-existent dragon lips.

Standing beside the bed, he takes me in, “You started without me.”

The rough growl in his voice is like gasoline on fire, pushing me right back to the brink I just walked myself back from. I have to keep my grip loose as I continue to stroke myself off, avoiding my leaking head.

I don’t reply—honestly, I don’t trust my voice. Instead I wink, and using my free hand, the one currently resting super casually above my head, I pinch my nipple, rolling it between my fingers. And then, just for a little extra flair, I arch into the touch, biting my lip and groaning dramatically.

Rafe doesn’t appreciate my theatrics. He snarls, leaning on to the bed with one knee. Finally he touches me, his talons scraping up my calf and over the sensitive inner skin of my thigh. My legs fall wider in invitation, but he doesn’t take it, withdrawing his hand instead.

“I think you should catch me up. It’s only fair, after all.”

He stands upright, one knee still on the bed, knowing how fucking magnificent he looks, the light reflecting off the intense blue of his scales. Even without eyebrows, just the scaled ridges, he still manages to raise one haughtily in my direction.

“But, Rafe.” I don’t have to feign the simpering whimper to my voice. Or the shudder that runs through me when I accidentally catch the sensitive V under my head on an upward stroke. “However could I do that?” I even bat my eyes at him, pinching my nipple even harder before stroking over the soft, blonde hair dusting my chest, down to my stomach.

If there is one thing I know on this earth, it’s how to play sexy himbo.

A threatening growl rumbles from his chest. It’s the only warning before he pounces and I find myself pinned to the bed, my hands clasped in his claws above my head. The fire inside me blazes into a raging inferno. Rafe’s ass—part scale, part thick smooth leather—sits on my hips where he straddles me.

He watches me intently as my eyes drag over him, settling on his groin, where that seam has split, revealing the slick folds of his sheath. My lungs fail me entirely as I watch the bulbous head of his cock slowly protrude. The flared head rises like a flag, hoisted by the thick, girthy shaft of his cock. Slick and glistening in the light, it’s the same midnight blue colour as the rest of his dragon form. I almost don’t spot the thick scale-like plates running down the underside of his length, but when I do, all I can think of is running my tongue over them.

Rafe’s tight grip on my wrists holds me in place when I try to move to do just that. Even when he switches, collecting my hands in just one of his, I still can’t break free. I buck my hips in a valiant attempt—to loosen his hold or throw him up so his cock lands in my mouth; I don’t know. My mind’s abandoned me at this point.

The attempt is futile, all I manage to do is rub my already too sensitive cock against his ass and make him smirk down at me.

“Now, now.” He soothes, that free hand cupping my cheek. I try to turn into it, but his thumb-claw catches on my lower lip, pulling it roughly before his hand coasts down my body with his claws. Over my neck, my pecs, my belly, leaving a quivering fire in his wake. I knew those claws would feel good.

Just like I taunted him only moments ago, he takes himself in hand, stroking himself firmly from root to tip. He’s so impossibly thick like this, I don’t even know if I’ll be able to fit the whole thing in my mouth.

But, I lick my lips, desperate for a taste of him. I really want to try.

“I thought you liked being good for me, Seff.” His honeyed voice is rough, pure sex. His hand twists over the head of his cock, collecting the liquid beading there. I glare at it, resentful that it isn’t my hand, my tongue.

“Maybe you should make me.”

Rafe takes my bait, falling on me with an angry snarl. His tongue is rougher than I expected when it drags over my stomach. Angry nips and bites soon follow on his path to my neck. If we’re not careful, he’ll draw blood. Not that I care, except the danger it holds. We’re too close, he feels too much like mine as it is.

It gets hard to remember that, to remember that we aren’t claiming each other. That we are not mates. Especially when his tongue laves over my nipple again and again, his teeth scratching my chest.

I cry out at the sensations buzzing through me, louder than I mean to, loud enough to be heard throughout the house. His throaty chuckle, darker with his change, tickles my chest as he makes his way to the other side to give the other tender bud the same treatment.

I feel as though I’ve died and gone to the ether. To suffer for the rest of eternity. My cock aches, my knot beginning to swell, my hips desperately humping air while my feet scramble for purchase. It’s all useless, though. There is nothing I can do but let him lick white hot trails over me.

White noise fills my head when Rafe’s teeth clamp loosely on my neck, a rough hand pulling my head to the side to allow him better access. I’m so far gone I don’t even notice he’s released my hands. I’m not sure when it happened, but I manage to surprise him again, wrapping my arms around him to spin us.

Now he’s the one sprawled against the plush bedding. I take the barest of seconds to enjoy the victory before I slide down his body and take the head of his cock in my mouth. The taste of him explodes like fireworks through my senses, and I stretch my jaw to its very brink to take him as far as I can inside my mouth. The heavy weight of the plates against my tongue brings an odd sort of peace to the restless frenzy of need inside me.

Focusing on breathing through my nose, I bob my head on his cock, experimenting with how far I can go. In this form, his cock is not as long, but the sheer girth of it prohibits any fancy tricks. Instead, I focus on giving what I can fit all the attention I can, using my hand to stroke the rest in time with my mouth.

My free hand strokes the rest of him, everywhere I can reach, mapping out this strange and beautiful new body. Where it’s smooth, where it’s rough. Where it’s sensitive. His eyes are locked on me, watching me lavish his majestic dragon dick with enthusiasm. But I don’t miss the way they narrow, and the jerk he tries to suppress when my travelling hand brushes over a sensitive nerve in his hip.

I want to explore that ticklish spot some more, maybe find some others, but that’s going to happen another day. Because there are other things to explore on Rafe’s body. Like the slit between his thighs. With a wink, I pull off his cock and slide down lower on the bed between his thighs, my shoulders pushing them wide apart.

His hand—which had been tearing at the comforter—cradles the back of my head while I survey the scene before me. Those plates travel the length of him, all the way into his sheath.

Leaning in, tongue wide, I lick the place where his cock disappears inside himself. At the touch, his body arches in on itself, his thighs coming up to clamp my head in place. Clawed fingers urge me back toward him. I had every intention of stroking him off at the same time, but somehow he’s managed to take the upper hand. All I can do is wrap my arms around his legs and do as I’m told .

He tastes sweeter than I ever could have imagined. I lap at his folds, driving my tongue as far into the warmth of him as I can while he grinds himself almost painfully on to my face. The muscles in his thighs spasm and tense, threatening to crush my skull, but I’ve lost all sense of self-preservation. I mean, what a way to go?

Accepting my fate, I dive in harder, burying myself in the taste of his sex.

“Vylushkiva—fuck, kushinavya. I need—I need—” I know exactly what Rafe needs. I unhook one arm and manoeuvre myself so I can slip two fingers inside him, stroking the length of his cock, deep inside his sheath, while I continue to lick and suck the throbbing base.

Rafe squirms under me, writhing and rolling his hips in a staccato rhythm.

“Fuck me. Now. Please.” The hand on my head tugs me, the death grip on his thighs loosening. Rafe all but drags me up his body until his snout digs into my throat—his tongue, and teeth nipping at the strained cords of my neck.

My cock brushes against the slick heat of him and I almost come undone there. I wish I could kiss him, as I sink inside him. But I can’t, so I satisfy the urge by licking a wet trail against his neck, relishing in the unique feel of his scales against my tongue.

So different from anything I've ever experienced. So perfectly Rafe.

His guttural moan racks through him as I bottom out inside his sheath. I have to grit my teeth until they almost shatter to hold myself back.

Those claws of his sink into the flesh of my back, his hips drawing up, encouraging me to move. And so I do. Drawing back my hips and sinking into him, again and again.

“Yes, my kushinavya, you feel so good. Make me feel so good. Yes.” Rafe’s praise pushes me closer and closer to the edge. The warm heat of his core, the pressure of his cock against mine inside of him, the feeling of his claws scratching down my back, digging into my ass to drive me into him harder and harder.

Our heavy pants fill the room, accompanied by the slick slapping sound of my cock plowing into him. It feels good, so fucking good. I can feel my orgasm building, it’s right there, firing through all the nerves in my body, balling at the base of my spine. My knot swells with each return, filling Rafe even more impossibly full, threatening to seal us together.

“Fuck! No!” I’m not ready to come yet. I need to feel him inside me. Need to have him take me over completely. With more strength of will than I’ve ever shown in my life, I pull out and throw myself to the side. My chest heaves as I drag in gulping breaths. Screwing my eyes tightly shut, I drag my hand over my face and scratch at my beard. I’m sweatier than what I realised.

“What are you doing, kushinavya?” Rafe’s scratchy growl washes over me, and my skin floods hot and then cold again. “I was so close, Seff.”

I feel him shifting on the bed beside me, and then his claw tips walking their way down the hyper-sensitised skin of my abdomen to grasp at my cock.

It pulses in his calloused grip, a thick river of fluid flooding from the tip. If I thought the rough grasp of his hand was good, the rough scratch of his tongue is mind blowing when he uses it to scoop up my mess.

A soft purring sound rumbles through his chest and I crack open my eyes to see his black, forked tongue licking his lips, a satisfied look on his dragon face.

“You taste delicious, my Seff.” The long reptilian slits of his eyes are wider now, blown out with wild lust.

“I want you. In me.” I manage to get the words out, but it’s a struggle. Existence is a struggle right now. I am just one horny ball of tension ready to explode. Rafe must be back near my cock because I can feel the rush of air from his throaty chuckle.

“Well, why did you not say so?” Strong hands grip my hips and I grunt as I’m roughly rolled onto my front. I barely have time to orient myself when the same hands haul my ass up, Rafe’s scaled legs knocking my knees apart. “Anything for my kushinavya.”

Claws dig into my ass parting them for his tongue.

“Gods, fuck! Yes! Fuck!” Thank the Gods that my face is mashed into the covers because when his tongue drags over my hole, my shouts can probably be heard in the palace.

Rafe doesn’t relent, stealing the last of my spirit while he rims me, opening me up to take him. His tongue pierces my hole, fucking into me, tasting me. The growls and snorts rolling off him—those fucking little purrs and satisfied hums—vibrate through my balls and my knot. It’s too much. Not enough.

Sharp claws bite into my cheeks, keeping me pinned as I rock and sway. I don’t know if I’m trying to get away from the overwhelming pleasure or closer. I’ve lost control of everything. I’m nothing but a floating wreck of pleasure. And need. I need to feel him in me to put me back together like only he can. I need it more than I need my next breath.

“Please,” I sob, finally able to get something out. I realise there is a damp patch under my face. Drool or tears, I actually don’t fucking know, but I rub my face on the blanket anyway, drying off the wetness smudged across it.

“For you, anything.” Rafe growls. For the seconds he’s not touching me, I regret my request. But then, his cock is there, slick from his sheath and the oil he had the sense to find. With his cock pressed against my hole, I feel the drizzle of the oil running down the seam of my ass, and the rough pad of his finger carefully massaging it around where we’re joined.

It’s ecstasy as he slowly sinks inside, my body stretching to accommodate his width.

I focus on breathing through the sting, feeling the bliss that ricochets through me.

“You take me so well, kushinavya. Like you are made just for me.”

I wish I could see him. See the look on his beautiful, beastly face as he fucks me into oblivion. I want to see what this dragon looks like as he breaks apart. Just for me. With my eyes squeezed tightly shut against the bed, I can see it, see how incredible it is. The way his eyes devour me. The fantasy alone has me tumbling too close to the edge. I clench the blanket in my fists and choke down the words I want to say.

That I was made just for him.

That I am his.

Dangerous, stupid words.

I smother them with a grunt, and a long, drawn-out groan when he finally bottoms out inside me. The feel of the leathery skin of his pelvis is perfect against my ass.

“I fear—” he grunts, rocking his hips into me, “I fear I will not last. ”

His palm smoothes down my spine to grip my nape, the rocking becoming more forceful thrusts with each second.

“Me. Neither.” I punctuate my words by throwing my hips back, letting the thrill of the moment take over entirely. “Take me. Fill me up.”

The hand on my neck clamps tighter, his snarl vicious and possessive. Rafe’s cock swells, his thrusts becoming erratic, frantic even, but it’s his hand squeezing my knot that sends me over the edge.

I call out his name with a keening, panting cry, my cock jerking roughly as I shoot ribbons of cum onto the bedding. He massages my knot through my release, unable to move with the way my ass is clamping on to him, trying to milk him.

When I’m a limp mess below him, utterly wrecked, he lets go, riding me ferociously until I feel his cock swell once more. He stutters, the hand on my nape releasing its possessive grip to instead pull my hair. The sting brings me back to earth enough to truly feel him cum inside me.

We collapse as one, our bodies locked together, his arm tight around my chest, keeping my back plastered to him.

I can still feel the gentle throb of his cock, matching my own. His fingers brush the soft hair on my chest, almost absentmindedly, a rough huff of contentment tickling my neck where his snout is resting. I actually think he’s sniffing me, but it’s not polite to ask.

There is a shift in the air and in the feel of him behind me, and then, the soft brushing of his lips—his non-dragon lips—where his snout once was.

“Was that… okay?” He sounds so unsure, I regret my immediate bark of laughter.

His hand on my chest clenches at the sound and I clasp the claws, bringing them to my mouth to kiss each finger individually.

His cock is still lodged deep within me, and I bear the scratches and bite marks all over my chest and back. There is only one way this could have been better.

But we’re not allowed to say that.

Not yet. My instincts whisper back.

“That, Rafe, was perfect. I want to do it again in the morning. Or maybe in an hour. Let me just have a rest. I’m kinda tired.” I wriggle deeper into his arms. I’m not lying. In the post-crazy amazing sex adrenaline crash, it’s hard to keep my eyes open. They feel so heavy. And being wrapped up in Rafe only makes it better. Cosier. Right.

“Anything you wish, my kushinavya. Anything you wish.” He whispers, kissing my shoulder and settling himself more comfortably against me.

If only, I thought, as we slipped into sleep. Maybe. Hopefully.

Soon.