Alle Kapitel von I Got You - Coastal Wolves Series: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

As Rafe hoists Delia over his shoulders and carries her to the villa, her body trembles with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. His palm kneading her behind, he easily holds her weight up the rocky terrain. When they finally enter the villa, he leads them straight to her bedroom. With a swift motion, he throws her onto the bed, the mattress bouncing beneath her. Delia's heart races as she meets his hungry gaze. She scoots back nervously, her eyes locked on him as he approaches with a predatory glint in his eyes. But before she can protest or resist, he grasps both her legs, pulling them forward while simultaneously stripping off her pajama shorts, leaving her bottom half bare to him. Rafe stares at her beautiful glistening core as if entranced, his desire evident in the hungry look in his eyes. "Mine," he whispers hoarsely before diving in and tasting her directly for the first time. Delia gasps at the sensation of his warm tongue, her fingers clutching at th

As Delia awoke from her unexpected afternoon siesta, the soft glow of evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm hue across the room. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she glanced at her phone, half-expecting to find a message from Rafe. Disappointment flickered briefly as she saw none, but she brushed it aside with a shrug, reminding herself that he had promised to see her later. She decided to head to the beach and take a dip into the ocean to freshen up. She slipped into her white one-piece swimsuit and made her way down the beach access. As she reached the shoreline, the sound of crashing waves greeted her. Without hesitation, Delia waded into the ocean, the water refreshing against her skin after the warmth of the day. To her surprise, she spotted Ethan in the distance, his muscular arms cutting strong strokes through the water as he swam laps in the open expanse. Delia waved out to him, a smile lighting up her face as their eyes met. Ethan returned

As Rafe carried Delia into the villa, her protests fell on deaf ears as he firmly held her in place, his grip unyielding. "Rafe, put me down!" Delia exclaimed, her voice echoing through the halls as she thumped against his back. In response, Rafe's hand came down on her behind, lightly spanking it. He walked through the villa, out onto the veranda and then the pool area. He finally set Delia down on her feet. With a deft hand, he removed her top and unbuttoned her shorts, pulling them down and leaving her standing in nothing but her lace bra and underwear. “Rafe, what are you doing?" Delia questioned as she met his intense gaze. But Rafe's eyes darkened at the sight of her. “Let's go for a swim," he suggested in a husky tone, as he removed his shirt, revealing his sculpted eight-pack. Delia's breath caught in her throat as she stared at him in awe. This man before her was nothing short of a god. Without waiting for her response, Rafe dropped his trousers and dove into

In the wee hours of the morning, Rafe returned to his room after questioning and torturing the prisoners in an attempt to extract information. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to get anything out of them even though their lives were hanging by a thread. Additionally, Ethan had reported back saying he wasn’t able to locate Natasha. She was last seen leaving High Tide shortly after Rafe had departed, getting into a black SUV with tinted windows. Ethan had tracked her scent till the marina, but it seemed she may have already headed back to St. Germain. When Rafe tried to reach her by phone, her phone went directly to voicemail. The weight of the events of the night hung heavy on his shoulders as he entered the quiet confines of his bedroom. He had already stripped off his blood-stained clothes and showered in the guest bathroom, washing away the physical remnants of the night's ordeal. He expected to find Delia fast asleep on his bed, her peaceful form a reassuring sight aft

As Nate guided Delia to an empty table, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them. Delia caught Phillip’s eye as she sat down and gave him a small wave. Phillip nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes lingering on them with curiosity. Nate stepped away briefly to order their coffees and returned with two steaming cups, placing one before her. Delia offered him a small, appreciative smile, as she noted that he remembered what she liked and got her a cup of cappuccino. Sitting down opposite her, Nate's gaze softened as he searched her face. "Delia, about the other day..," he began, his voice sincere. "I'm sorry for the way I behaved. It's just that I do care about you and this situation with Natasha and Rafe... I can't help but think you might end up with the short end of the stick." Delia listened quietly, absorbing Nate's words, wondering if he was correct. “It’s okay, Nate," she replied softly, meeting his gaze. “I know you didn't mean any harm. Our friendship means a l