Jj Rafe And Topper Novels & Stories

Inside, it was cool and silent, smelling of old wood and lemon wax. Rafe was in a first-floor solar, not in the grand master bedroom. He was propped up in a large chair by a window overlooking a vineyard, a blanket over his legs. He looked smaller. The terrifying vitality that had always radiated from him was muted, banked like a fire. But his eyes, when they found Jay's, were the same: sharp, lucid, and utterly commanding. "Leave us," Rafe said to the doctor and a hovering attendant. His voice was thinner, but the authority in it was undimmed. They scurried out.

MATTEO’S POV “I’m going to claim Charlie. I want to be her Daddy,” Rafe tells me as we enter my office, my hands reaching for the decanter, pouring us a drink. “No shit. I saw how you shifted into Dom mode with her. As long as you ask for consent and she accepts, you’ve got this, Rafe,” I tell him. Each of the Scarpelli boys are hard core doms and while I know about Rafe’s obsession with Littles, I don’t if there’s a bone in Dante that would make him a Dante.

"I'm Beckett Group's best connection in Solana City. In fact, I've secured a document for a cultural city project set to begin bidding in three years. I promise it'll be yours. You have my word!" "Three years?" Justin's voice dripped with mock gratitude. "How kind of you. But before you decide, let me show you something." Justin tapped his phone, sending a video. Moments later, Rafe's sharp intake of breath was audible through the call. His voice quivered with both fear and rage. "You… You set me up? How could you?" The video showed Rafe, naked and debauched on a couch, flanked by two unclothed women. If this got out, he'd be ruined.

Seren replied. He let Rafe go ahead, letting his friend’s easy familiarity lead the way. He was a part of them afterall. Men greeted him with nods, a clap to the shoulder. “Rafe!” one called from a bench near the back. “Come to teach us how to sleep with our eyes open again?” “Trade secret,” Rafe shot back. “You lot couldn’t afford my rates.” Laughter rolled through the room, loose and unselfconscious. Mugs clinked. Someone tossed a crust of bread at Rafe; he caught it one‑handed and took a bite.

Aria’s POV So it happened that Jace and Rafe once crossed paths in one of their pack’s elite meetings and Jace got on his nerves because he refused to agree to Rafe’s decision. From that day, they became sworn enemies. Rafe’s threatening to turn Jace into a pancake was the best thing ever and I would have been the happiest person if he did that. However, I didn't want it that way. Jace was already useful to me. He was the only weapon to use against Lana to make my revenge plan easier and more painful.

Rafe says, looking with baffled surprise between Jacks and Mids. “All right, you may enter. Though it was rude of you to not bring cake.” Midnight quite primly begins to eat her cake again, and I don’t miss the satisfaction on Jesse’s face as he watches her eat her fill. “I apologize,” Rafe says, a bit dry, sitting down on the ground to Jackson’s right. “I’ve had…rather a rough start to the day.” He nods his greetings to everyone around the yurt, his eyes lingering on Ben and Elias for a moment as he frowns, clearly still not getting it.

Also, their soap-slick fingers traced welts from couch friction. Eli wore a tight brief against his semi-hard dick; Noah mirrored him, the fabric outlining his thicker length. They knocked on Rafe's door at 8 sharp with pounding hearts. Rafe answered in jeans and a fitted tee, his tattoos peeking at the collar while his smile was predatory. “Good boys. Come in.” He added as his eyes dropped below. His apartment was a stark contrast to theirs—leather furniture, dim lamps, a wall of books on knots and psychology.

Rafe turned to see who it was, as soon as he realized who it was, he let out a cry. "Please…..help meRaymond had planned to mock his brother ever since the attack on Mr Jones Vones. He planned to stick his tongue out at every occasion he could. He had set up posters to mock him in his room, formed a tune and even had the little ones put a play, just to humiliate his little brother. Everything was present except the star of the show, Rafe.

I love you, Maggie,' 'I love you too Jake please come home!' I end the connection I hate the fear in her voice. Rafe comes out of the undergrowth behind the doctor snorting to get his attention. He laid down my head at the doctor's feet in submission hoping he would get the message. He did. "You must be Beta Jake," He says. Rafe nods his head. "Your Alpha is in it deep, isn't he? We need to do something." Rafe whines his agreement.

And Rafe really does. They make breakfast together. It’s clumsy and imperfect and very them. Nick burns the toast. Rafe forgets the eggs on the stove because he gets distracted watching Nick lean against the counter, sleeves rolled up, sunlight catching the veins in his forearms. “You’re staring,” Nick says without looking. “You’re domestic,” Rafe replies. “It’s unsettling.” Nick smirks. “I survived a war. I can survive scrambled eggs.” They eat at the small wooden table by the window. No phones. No guards. Just coffee, quiet conversation, and the occasional brush of knees beneath the table.