Outer Banks Rafe Cameron Novels & Stories

"You're mine. Fucking mine. No one... No damn one touches what's mine. I'll have their head rolling to the floor and send you their dick to remind you of that. Don't fucking test me, little hornet." His words sent a chill down my spine, my eyes widening in terror-even as the pleasure still throbbed through me. Rafael is a man of his word. What he fucking says, stands. A nd the fact that he was responsible for killing Cole? Only made his threat feel terrifyingly real.

“If I do… protect her. Keep the pack whole. Don’t let it break apart again.” Cassian said nothing for a moment, then reached into his coat and handed something to Rafe. A folded envelope—small, sealed. My heart skipped. “This came this morning,” Cassian said quietly, offering it to Rafe. “It’s from Graywater.” Rafe’s fingers closed around it, his expression hardening. He didn’t open it. Just stared down at it for a second too long, as if whatever was inside had already begun to unravel him. Then, without a word, he tucked it into his jacket.

“Tell them who you belong to.” Kai hesitated, but the heat made him desperate. “I belong to Rafe,” he said, voice shaky. “Louder.” “I belong to Rafe! I am his omega!” Rafe thrust in hard. One long push that buried his cock to the hilt. Kai screamed in pleasure, legs shaking. The stretch felt even bigger with everyone watching. Rafe started fucking him deep and steady, hips slapping against Kai’s ass. Each thrust made wet sounds that echoed through the clearing.

“Care? No. She’s… she’s under my protection. That’s all. But what’s happening to her isn’t right. None of this is.” “And you blame yourself,” Cally said gently. Rafe didn’t answer, which was answer enough. “She’s terrified of me, Mom. I can see it in her eyes. And why wouldn’t she be? I bought her at an auction, paraded her out of that place like she was merchandise,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “I’ve become everything I despise.” Cally stood, crossing the room to stand before him. “You’re not like him, Rafe,” she said firmly. “You’ve done what you had to do, but you’ve always had a heart, no matter how much you try to bury it.”

He just didn’t think he had to care. Rafe and Adam were mafia royalty. And men like them? They didn’t chase. They expected you to break first. Whoever blinked first lost. And I’d done enough losing for one lifetime. So I stayed silent. … Two days later, my phone rang—and Rafe’s name lit up my screen. Finally. “What the hell do you want, Serena?” Rafe’s voice snapped through the line like a whip. “Haven’t I given you enough? A house? Fucking bank account? A yacht? What more do you want?”

Ryker asked, his mouth practically hanging open. "Experience," I said shortly. "Penn? What the fuck are you doing in here?" Rafe said as he passed through my bedroom doorway. He shook his head. "Never mind. Don't care." He nudged his older brother out of the way. Squatted down next to me. "Let's see those gams, Will." I chuckled. My Rafe was a sucker for film noir. I lifted the sheet away from my legs. He sucked in a noisy breath through his nose. "Shit sticks and cuttlefish, Will."

She always had. Rafe sat on the edge of the bed, phone in one hand, cigarette in the other, tapping ash into a Styrofoam cup like he was bored of breathing. He hadn’t said much since his last guy checked in. I could tell he was losing patience. Good. Let him squirm. He wasn’t in this for Kat—he was in it for the payout. But me? I was in it for the reckoning. “She’s still holed up in the clubhouse,” Rafe muttered, not looking at me. “Same routine. Kids, women, guards. No movement.”

Rafe stood in front of my desk, silently scrolling through his iPad, updating files and coordinating my other businesses. The silence was comfortable. Until Rafe’s phone rang. He answered immediately. “Yes?” His expression changed in an instant. His body tensed, eyes sharpening with alarm. He listened for a few seconds, then said curtly, “Okay,” and ended the call. He looked up at me. “She left the airport,” Rafe said. “Took a cab into the city, bought a road map, rented a car, and is now on the move. Our men just caught up with her at a gas station. She’s heading out of Asheville.”

Noelle laughed again. I took a sip of wine, then finally let my eyes move to the side. Rafael was looking at Rowan. He was listening with the same expression he wore when a portfolio director was explaining something interesting. One hand rested near his whiskey, his shoulders relaxed, his face calm. Too calm. I’d seen Rafael receive news of a failed acquisition with more expression than that. And that was exactly how I knew he hadn’t missed a single word. Noelle was still smiling. “So you met Max before you really got to know Sasha?”

SAVANNAH “Or you can tell him yourself…” Carter spun to the side. His sinfully delicious brother had appeared on the shaded side of the front porch. Even in the shadows, he was still beautiful that it hurt. “Where the hell were you?” he raged, marching toward me. “Hey, man,” Carter announced, but Rafe ignored him. “Alright. That’s my signal.” My boss raised his hands and made an exit. Rafe waited until his brother was out of the picture so he could grab my shoulders. “Why would you do that?”