Rafe thrust into him, and Philippe swore he saw stars. Pleasure exploded through him with the slightest bite of pain. Rafe fucked him hard. Babbling, pleading nonsense came out of Philippe’s mouth as the intensity of it all scattered his thoughts to the wind.
Wrapping one fist in his hair, Rafe pulled his head back. “Don’t come. Don’t fucking come until I tell you,” Rafe snarled. His cock swelled in Philippe’s ass, and each thrust pegged his prostate.
“Bite me. Rafe. Bite me now,” Philippe pleaded. He needed that last missing connection between them, to know that his blood was flowing in Rafe’s veins.
Fingers dug into his shoulder, pulling him upright. Rafe slowed his thrusts while brushing his lips across his flesh. He opened his mouth and the tips of his fangs scraped, sending fresh tingles along his nerve endings.
“Is this what you want?” Rafe growled.
“Yes. Please, God, yes.”
Rafe’s fangs sank deep and Philippe screamed as electric pleasure sizzled through his body. He barely held onto his control as Rafe resumed his hard thrusts. His lover came with a brutal snarl, sending a rush of hot cum flooding into Philippe. His body sweaty and shaking, sure he was going to die as his heart finally gave out.
The moment Rafe was finished, he lifted his mouth, withdrew, and slammed Philippe onto his back again. He was dazed and so fucking needy. But Rafe was there, kneeling over him. His body was flushed and covered with sweat. A smear of blood painted his lips. Blue eyes shone with a bright inner light, and his black hair was sticking to his temples and standing out around his head in a dark halo. Never had anyone looked so sexy.
He paused only to lick his lips, then swallowed Philippe’s cock down. Conscious thought was gone. Philippe wrapped his fingers in that wonderful hair and held him in place as he brutally fucked Rafe’s throat. It took only a few thrusts before he was shouting and coming. Rafe swallowed it all, his wonderfully wicked tongue swiping along his length again and again until Philippe shivered.
When the orgasm had finally run its course, Philippe was completely drained. There was nothing left in him. There was only the lingering tingle of pleasure and sated fatigue.
Rafe slowly pulled off his dick and Philippe’s eyelids fluttered open to see Rafe’s smile.
“Better?”
Philippe managed a small nod. He tried to smile, but he couldn’t get his lips to work properly.
It must have been enough, because Rafe chuckled a little. He straightened out the blankets that had been shoved around the bed, then rearranged Philippe so that he was once again the little spoon to Rafe’s big spoon. He wasn’t sure if Rafe said anything else; he simply drifted off to sleep wrapped in his arms.
There was no telling what the next night would bring. If any of them would survive it. If he would ever have another chance to drift off to sleep pulled tight against Rafe’s long body. But Philippe knew he would treasure this moment forever.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Rafe crouched down behind a tree, listening to the silence of the woods. His designer suits and Italian leather shoes were gone. Marcus’s newest daytime assistant had acquired for each of them some dark jeans, black turtlenecks, and black boots with nice, thick treads to handle the uneven terrain. When they entered the woods to meet the MacPhersons, it was as if they’d all vanished into the thick shadows.
The leaves were mostly off the trees and carpeting the ground, creating a nice crunch as they walked through. Rafe’s lips curled a little in disgust as he looked around. Vampires weren’t meant to be in the woods. It didn’t make sense.
Humans were their prey, and it was too damn hard to find humans in the woods. A vampire couldn’t happen on a person in the woods at night and not set off their internal alarm. Well, if a vampire did find a human who wasn’t alarmed, the vampire probably wouldn’t want to feed off that human in the first place.
By choosing the nearby forest, the hope had been that it would put all the vampires on an equal footing, if not give the Variks a slight advantage. The only real concern was the vampire with the pair of wolves. The wolves would definitely be at home in these woods, and Rafe was in no hurry to feel their teeth sinking into his flesh again.
Philippe stood in the middle of the clearing, only a couple dozen feet away, and his lover had never looked so alone to him. Rafe’s brothers were spread around the woods, close by and ready for an attack. Ready to protect Philippe at all costs.
But Philippe needed to be in his arms, where Rafe could keep him safe.
Never had it been so hard to get out of bed than when the sun set that night. Why couldn’t the sun have lingered in the sky a little while longer? Philippe had rolled over at some point in the day so that Rafe had ended up on his back and Philippe was sprawled across his chest, one leg thrown over Rafe’s as if he was trying to pin him down. Or maybe protect him with his own body.