by Tl Reeve
Gabriel grinned. “She would. Always the mother hen of the family.”
“She also said dad wants to speak with you.”
Gabriel groaned. “Blake blabbed.”
“About what?” Rafe asked.
“Yeah, this is definitely not a conversation to be having now,” Gabriel grumbled.
“Blake is the gossiper of the family. Tell him anything, and everyone finds out,” Natalie said. “He can be a diva, sometimes.”
“Our brother, Bay keeps him in check most times,” Gabriel said. “But, Bay is—”
“He’s rebelling. He joined the Lone Wolves MC,” Natalie said.
“What?” Rafe slid his gaze to Gabriel.
He chuckled. “Picture someone who looks like Natalie with short hair, and tattoos all over his body. That’s Bay.”
Shax whistled. “What do your parents think of that?”
He shrugged. “Considering the fact the Lone Wolves save orphans, I don’t think they have an opinion. Plus, the Alpha of those orphans happens to be mated to our cousin, Ella.”
“Just when I think I understand your family,” Rafe stated. “You throw me a curve ball.”
“Welcome to the Raferty family.”
****
Rafe knocked on Gabriel’s door. He didn’t know what he was doing or why he’d been there, other than he couldn’t stand being another minute away from his mate. The door opened a crack, and Gabriel’s disheveled hair caught Rafe’s attention first, then his sleep-filled cobalt-blue eyes.
So damn fuckable.
“Hey,” Gabriel whispered. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I, uh...” Rafe rubbed the back of his neck then presented the card to a room he paid for. “I thought we could... You know.”
Gabriel snorted. “Sex?”
“I thought we could talk, too.”
Gabriel glanced back at his sister, Rafe believed, then back to him. “Sure. Talk.” He closed the door then emerged a few minutes later wearing a pair of sleep shorts and no shirt. “Lead the way.”
Rafe recognized the dog tags around his neck, Midnight and Adrian wore them as well as Natalie. They’d also found the melted remains of Aurin and Bain’s at the scene. They clanked with each step he took, breaking through the silence surrounding them. He also noticed for the first time, the power and grace in Gabriel’s body. Even without the bulk like he and the other fallen angels had, Gabriel had the potential to be an Alpha if he chose. Something told Rafe, the guy wouldn’t, though.
“Why’d you choose a wolf face to fill your back?” Rafe hedged as they continued toward the room he’d paid for.
Gabriel shrugged. “Why’d you choose wings?”
“I miss them,” Rafe murmured. “This is as close as I will ever be to flying again.”
Gabriel frowned. “Sorry, that was insensitive of me.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied. “Here’s the room.”
Rafe opened the door, and Gabriel stepped inside. The minute they were locked inside, Gabriel backed Rafe up to the door and kissed him. The demanding crush of the man’s mouth surprised him. Gabriel was greedy. He nipped and sucked on Rafe’s bottom lip before delving forward once again. Their tongues dueled for dominance, but the wolf had Rafe pinned how he wanted.
He groaned, fisting Gabriel’s short hair. The rough growl from the wolf turned Rafe on. His heart pounded. His dick went rock hard behind the fly of his jeans. Shit, nothing had ever felt so right or exciting in life. Even though he fretted and questioned what happened between them earlier, he also couldn’t keep his hands off of the guy.
“Gabriel.”
He snarled. His blue eyes flashed yellow before he pushed Rafe to his knees. “Turnabout is fair play. Don’t you agree?”
Fuck! Gabriel came off as being docile when he wanted to. However, like he’d experienced, the dominant wolf within the boy, reared its head when he was ready. “Oh, yeah.”
Rafe tugged his shorts off then buried his face in the wolf’s groin and inhaled. The clean scent of wilderness and the spice he’d come to know as Gabriel’s scent engulfed him. Rafe inhaled again before running his tongue along Gabriel’s length. The man groaned, threading his fingers through Rafe’s hair.
“Suck me off. I want to mark you.” Gabriel’s head fell back on his shoulders.
“Such crude words from such a timid wolf.”
His eyes opened in a flash, the fiery rage and arousal there swirled to life like living flame. Rafe considered, for a second, pushing his luck then chuckled to himself. He liked this side of Gabriel and wouldn’t mind seeing it more. He wrapped his lips around the tip of his mate’s cock. He took every bit of Gabriel’s dick and didn’t stop until the crest touched the back of his throat.
Gabriel let loose with a string of curses that had Rafe’s cock throbbing. The powerful lust whipping around them left Rafe a bit lightheaded. He vibrated from head to toe. The coil of pleasure twisting his gut added to the building tension flowing through both of them. There was a play for power waging between them, and for one night, he’d give Gabriel what he wanted. To be in control.
Gabriel groaned as he began to roll his hips, forcing Rafe to take more of his impressive length. “I have wanted to do this since you fucked me outside the hotel.” His thrusts became more urgent. “I love having my dick sucked, especially when the person knows how to do it.”
Rafe flashed his gaze to Gabriel’s and moaned. This wasn’t the agent who complied so easily with his demands. No, this man standing over him, fucking his mouth like a champ, was majestic. The shimmer of his golden aura intensified. It became blinding for Rafe. It’d been so long since he’d seen anything like it. He whimpered, closing his eyes.
“Oh, hell no,” Gabriel snapped. “Keep your eyes on me while I come down your throat.
Rafe opened his eyes.
“Good little angel.” Gabriel smirked. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good.” He groaned and slowed his pace. “Ah, fuck yeah, here it comes...”
The salty blast of Gabriel’s release painted Rafe’s tongue and like a greedy, starved man, he swallowed, drinking down his mate’s release. He moaned while grabbing his dick. He massaged it through the front of his jeans, trying to relieve some of the ache. Instead of making it feel better, his nuts grew tighter, and his cock pressed into the teeth of his zipper harder.
Gabriel released his head first then took a step back. “Get naked.”
Any other time, he would have rebuffed a guy for telling him what to do, but with his mate, he couldn’t find the words to tell him off. Instead, he stripped. His fingers fumbled with the tab of his jeans twice before he opened it and finally, the pressure eased on his dick. He kicked off his shoes then shucked his jeans. He’d gone commando for a reason. The least amount of clothes he had on, the easier it was to get naked like Gabriel wanted.
His mate watched Rafe while absently stroking his dick. The way he stared at Rafe, sent a thrill of anticipation down his spine. Gabriel was on the prowl, and the wolf found his prey. Now he understood what he meant about the way Shax stared at Natalie, because Rafe felt like a deer stuck in headlights.
“Looks painful.” Gabriel closed the distance between them. “Let’s see if we can help you out.” He wrapped his palm around Rafe’s dick and his own.
The friction of their cocks rubbing against each other had Rafe’s toes curling into the carpet. His breath seized in his chest. His body went taut. All of his blood flowed into his groin as his balls began to tingle. He couldn’t speak. He could only watch as his dick gave a hardy jerk and started spilling cum from the slit.
“Hell, yeah!” Gabriel licked his lips. “You’re a gusher. I knew it.” He kissed Rafe again while pushing them backwards to the bed. When his knees touched, he fell back, taking Gabriel with him.
“Who knew you were a dirty talker?”
Gabriel laughed. The dark rumble vibrated through Rafe’s body. “I’m a Raferty, we all are. Some are just better at it than ot
hers.” He licked the spot at the junction of Rafe’s neck and shoulder.
“Where do you rank on this Raferty list?”
Gabriel ran his tongue around Rafe’s nipple before biting down. “Depends on my mood. Right now, I want to see how many loads I can make you blow.” He moved over to the neglected point and gave it the same treatment.
Rafe hissed. “Oh? And you think you can do so just by talking?”
“Nope.” In one swift movement, Gabriel had his hips off the bed and his face was buried in Rafe’s groin. He licked and sucked on the tight globes of Rafe’s balls before lashing his taint. The kaleidoscope of sensations racking his body kept him on edge. However, when Gabriel’s tongue circled his hole, he cried out.
Magic, was the only word he could use to describe how it felt to have his mate’s tongue on him. Rafe pressed his palm to the back of Gabriel’s head while the man licked and probed the puckered star. He teased and tormented Rafe until he thought he’d die. And, when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, Gabriel went back to his balls, drawing each one into his warm mouth.
Rafe saw stars.
“You’re a deviant.” Rafe groaned. “With a sadistic streak a mile long.”
“Which makes you a masochist because you’re getting off on my brand of play,” Gabriel replied.
“Mmm, maybe. I won’t argue.”
“Good, I wasn’t going to let you.” Gabriel positioned himself at Rafe’s hole. “Got lube? I’d rather make this pleasurable.”
Rafe laughed. “Like it wasn’t? Don’t stop on my account.” He palmed his dick and began to stroke.
“If you’re positive, who am I to deny what you want.” He pushed forward, giving small probing thrusts. “Look at you taking dick like a champ.”
“What can I say? I like big dicks.” Rafe yelped as Gabriel slipped deeper into him, rubbing his favorite spot.
“Your so fucking tight and hot. Damn.” Gabriel pressed his face to Rafe’s chest and sucked in a breath. “You’re strangling me right now. You’re that desperate for my load.”
“I thought this was about how many times I could come?” Rafe teased him.
“Oh, it is,” Gabriel assured him. “But you’re feeling really good, and the full moon is almost upon us.”
“Which means?” Rafe tilted his head, confused by all the full-moon talk. Sure, it made him irritable and a bit hornier than usual, but some part of his subconscious, kept him from going out.
Gabriel retreated then filled him again, starting at a sedate pace. He braced his hands on either side of Rafe’s head before leaning in. “I’m going to knot you.”
Rafe’s gaze locked with his. “What?”
“My dick will swell, locking us together.” He ground his pelvis against Rafe’s. “Best part about being a wolf, if you ask me. That sensation of knowing I’m buried inside my mate turns me on.” He licked Rafe’s cheek.
“So, you’ve experienced it before?”
Gabriel shook his head. “We’re taught to avoid full-moon sex when we’re old enough or pull out before we get tied.”
“Why?”
Gabriel’s pace faltered. “Mostly, unwanted pregnancy. The full moon and knotting pretty much spur procreation.”
“But, you’re gay,” Rafe said, stating the obvious.
“Pan, actually. I’m my father’s son, of course. But, I identify more like Blake. It’s not the gender that attracts me. It’s the person.” He kissed Rafe. “If we’re done making observations about our sexuality, it feels really good inside you, and I’d rather be fucking you than talking about fucking you.”
Who was he to stop the wolf—his mate? Gabriel’s usually sedate demeaner fell away. He became a wolf craving his mate. He fucked Rafe in hard, demanding thrusts, and Rafe loved it. The guy hadn’t been messing around when he’d pinned Rafe to the wall outside the hotel and told him he topped. He was a man possessed, and when he didn’t think he could take anymore, Gabriel would slow down and begin again, raising the tension between them bit by bit.
Rafe was too hot. Too open. He tingled from head to toe. His dick throbbed against his belly, and he began to jerk himself. He cried out as Gabriel rubbed a particularly sensitive area inside him. He did it again, and Rafe gasped as cum leaked from his tip in the most excruciating pleasure. It was as if someone turned on the faucet inside him allowing his release to flow from him.
“What are you doing to me?” Rafe gasped.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Gabriel cocked a brow before flipping their position and situated Rafe on all fours.
“Rhetorical question?”
Gabriel laughed then groaned as he pushed back inside Rafe. “The first time I knot you, we’ll be like this.”
“Why?”
Gabriel leaned over his back and whispered in his ear. “So I can mount you like a wolf. Then I’m going to jerk you off, so you can milk the cum from my balls.”
Rafe shivered. Even though he shouldn’t be able to get off any more than he had, he found himself rock hard and ready to blow. “You’re right, Raferty must be synonymous with dirty fucker.”
His mate laughed as his pace quickened. The sound he made with each thrust, turned Rafe on more. His hand went to his dick, and he stroked himself to Gabriel’s pace. Their panted breaths mingled while they moved together. He wasn’t going to last. Already, the bliss pooling low in his groin began to spread outward, sensitizing every one of his nerve endings. Gabriel pressed his chest to Rafe’s back, changing their position. He slipped deeper into Rafe, and he howled. The harsh sound rumbled forth from his chest. Gabriel answered with his own, deep guttural howl.
His vision narrowed.
His blood rushed through his ears.
“Oh, fuck,” Gabriel groaned. “I was warned this could happen.”
“What?”
Gabriel chuckled. The menacing aroused sound threw Rafe off. “Get ready to have your mind blown.”
“I think you’re overstating your prowess.” Then Rafe felt it. Just as Gabriel said, a knot formed, stretching his hole before Gabriel’s tip pulsed and rubbed his prostate gland. Rafe’s eyes went wide. His mouth fell open. The intense wave of ecstasy washed over him, and he was coming. Hard. It ripped the air from his lungs. Stole his ability to process all of the sensations shooting through his body. His heart skipped a beat, and he swore this was it, he was checking out.
“Hell,” Gabriel yelped, shoving as deep as he could before biting down on Rafe’s neck.
Reality slammed back into Rafe. He rocked back into Gabriel, rolling his hips to keep the thrill flowing through him. It was weird and awkward as hell, but delicious and debauched at the same time. His mate had been right, he’d never experienced anything like it before. In the back of his mind, he worried he could become addicted to it and then what?
Gabriel groaned and rolled them, so they were in the most comfortable of positions. Sure as fuck was weird being spooned by a man smaller than his lumbering frame. Rafe chuckled then moaned as he clinched around the knot and more cum spilled from the head of his dick. “How long will we be like this?”
Gabriel popped his head up and glanced at the clock on the nightstand facing them. “Oh. No wonder why.” He snorted, carrying on a conversation with himself. “About forty-ish minutes.”
“What? What do you mean ‘no wonder why’?”
“Yeah. It’s our first time.” Gabriel kissed his shoulder. “Do what you need to relieve yourself.”
“You lost me.” Rafe peered over his shoulder.
“I’m still coming. I will be the whole time we’re knotted,” Gabriel mumbled, his tone filled with embarrassment. “It’s nearly five in the morning as well, which means, it’s the first day of the full moon and why I knotted you.”
“Oh.” Rafe gave a tentative shift of his hips. “I’d have expected you to be a bit more—”
Gabriel pressed his face to Rafe’s back. “Yeah. I think I should be freaking out, too. But, I’m not.” He wrapped his arm around Ra
fe’s middle to palm his dick then began stroking him. “I can feel you thinking.”
A mini orgasm washed over Rafe, and he sighed. “Why don’t I have the knot?”
“Your fallen angel side, maybe? I don’t know?” Gabriel answered. “Danielle would be the one to ask about it. She’s the resident wolf whisperer.
“Huh,” he murmured. “Still think you don’t have a mate?”
Gabriel snorted. “Shut up.”
Rafe snickered.
“I’m sorry, Rafe. So fucking sorry.” Gabriel kissed the mark he’d placed on Rafe’s neck. “I allowed my life and my father’s experience to step into our life, and I shouldn’t have done that. I just didn’t want you to get hurt. I-I couldn’t handle the thought of taking advantage of you. Or-or violating you.”
He sighed. “I appreciate you trying to protect me and care for me. You have a good, kind soul, Gabriel. I think it’s what I love about you the most, but I’m not fragile. I won’t break.”
“You love me, huh?” his mate teased, rolling his hips.
“I said “love about you.” Fallen angels can’t fall in love.”
Gabriel tsked. “Bullshit.”
“It’s true,” Rafe reiterated.
“Well, then,” Gabriel began to move again, causing Rafe’s eyes to roll back. “I guess I’ll just have to prove you can.”
Chapter Twelve
Gabriel took a sip of his coffee and groaned. The piping-hot brew did nothing for his drowsy state. As of that moment, he’d been awake more than twenty-four hours. After he and Rafe had showered and had sex again, they’d received a phone call from Hauser informing them the warrants came in and they were ready to be executed. One for the distribution facility, and one for the house with the steep driveway. They’d also received a full write up on Kendrick Adams. The guy didn’t have any obvious red flags in his file, but then again, working for or with PBH had its advantages, including having his record purged.
It wouldn’t be the first time any of the Raferty family had been duped by someone in a position of power. Sure as hell wouldn’t be the last, either. Unfortunately, for Rafe and his team, they’d come to trust their boss. Now, to find out the bastard was a traitor or potential traitor. It had to be a knife in their back. Gabriel scrubbed his face and peered down at the plan of attack. Hauser and Maxwell built the scenario. There were over twenty entrance and exit points to the distribution facility, however, they were going to narrow the raid to five.
