Rafe Cameron Fanfic Novels & Stories

“I’m holding up fine. How are you?” “I’m good.” “Have you seen the news?” “Yes, that’s why I called. How are you feeling Cammy?” “I don’t know. Everything’s a mess. What are they saying about me?” “It’s best you don’t know. Stay off it if you can. It’ll only make you feel worse.” I sighed. “Raffael’s accusing me of stalking her and going to meet her to cause trouble.” “It’s obvious he’s brainwashed by her. Don’t think too much about it. Get some sleep, we’ll talk tomorrow. I love you.”

Chapter 115 *Freya* I sat alone in my chambers, the morning light filtering through the heavy velvet curtains. My mind couldn't help but wander back to the night before with Rafe. A blush crept up my cheeks as I thought about the way he had touched me, held me close, and whispered sweet things in my ear. He had taken me to heights I never thought were reachable, making every nerve in my body sing with pleasure. The memory of his hands on my skin sent a shiver down my spine, and I hugged myself tightly, feeling an overwhelming surge of love for him. Out of all the girls, he chose me. The thought made my heart swell with happiness.

“It is. That's why not all people meet their bounds and not all people who meet their bounds marry them either.” “I hope I meet my bound,” Raf drawled his speech, eyes struggling to stay open. Anne could see that he was about to fall asleep, she slowed down her strokes on his hair and tried to stay still just until he fell asleep. “I'm sure you will.” Raf yawned. “But mother, is father your bound?” “No, he's not.” “I figured,” Raf slurred. Anne smiled, strokes slowing to a final stop. “Why would you say that?”

“Never say never.” Rafał laughed upon hearing this expletive. He changed his position again. In doing so he squirmed uncomfortably, probably feeling an unpleasantness in his lower body. This time he twisted onto his back and put his hands under his head. He stared at the ceiling. “You're right” he answered quite cheerfully, dreamily. “Who knows, maybe somewhere there are thousands of people waiting to set my body on fire.” So let them wait forever, Damian wanted to exclaim, but he came to his senses. After all, both Rafał and himself knew that they could not be together.

"So who's been with you lately? Rafe told me his alterego was getting stronger. He's worried that his alterego will hurt you while you're here, whereas he himself might be deactivated by his alterego. So Rafe asked me to watch over you. But I've got reports that Rafe is out of the country and you're doing well at home. I feel safe not to watch you too much when I'm busy with seminars." “I didn't know Rafe was worried about me like that. All this time I was with Xena. He does have a dark and evil personality. At first it was like that. But lately Xena's attitude has changed. I tried to love him and treat him more gently. You know that Rafe's dark side emerged because he experienced various ki

he’s content when he’s away from me. “He’s a really good baby,” Conner murmurs to me the fifth or sixth time that he takes Rafe from me and tucks him happily away in the crook of his arm. “He’s…very chill. I wasn’t expecting that.” “Well,” I sigh, smiling up at him, “Rafe likes his dad better than me and you probably remind him of Sinclair. You’re both…” I wave a hand towards Conner’s large, muscular frame, “gigantic and stuff. Probably thinks he’s right at home!” “I can’t believe that’s true,” Conner says casually, grinning down at Rafe. “Everyone loves the Luna.” As if in confirmation, Rafe gives a happy little squeal and reaches out a hand to me, which I kiss. I look back up at Conner. “

Killian took out his phone from his pocket. "Killian," I murmured his name as a warning not to try to piss Rafe off. "Is there something you want, my love?" Killian shifted his focus to me. "No, not at all, go ahead." "Miserable huh?" Rafe asked with a raising eyebrow. "Anyways, you're right after all. My email is RafeOrton99 at g***l.com. Send it straight to my P****l." Some minutes later with Killian on his phone tapping and clicking, a notification sound was heard from...that should be Rafe's phone.

His hot seed spilling into me. I think he’s finally finished. He slumps on top of my, resting his face in the curve of my neck. A few seconds of silence tick by before he nuzzles my neck, kissing my marking spot. “Makayla, I need you.” “Then mark me.” He goes quiet, shifting our position to pull my on top of him, resting my head on his chest. “Not yet.” “Why not? Is there someone else—” “Never!” Rafe growls. “There will never be anyone else but you.”

‘Not nearly enough,’ Rafe says in my mind and I remember what Edmund said about leaking. “Everyone in Warfang is going to know what we’re doing,” I groan. But I don’t stop Rafe. How can I? His clever tongue and lips just feel too good. ‘Not everyone in Warfang. Maybe everyone in the capital,’ Rafe teases me. I can feel the heat of his desire over our connection and it fans the flames of mine. “You’re mean,” I moan, bucking my hips as my body starts to burn all over. ‘You like it.’ Rafe gives me a mental smile. He also smiles down below, I can feel it.

“First, I want to say, I’m sorry if it seemed like I was uncaring. He’s looking for ways to control me more, so I have to act like I don’t see you as more than property.” “How much of what you were saying today was true, then? What do we need to know to support you and stay out of the camps?” Will asked. “Rafe, you will be in the Vasili’s harem. I need you to service the succubae regularly. I felt you were the best fit because of how much power you have. They’re pretty starved.” “I have no problem with this.” Rafe chuckled. “Good. Kacey, I told him I was going to keep you watching because you don’t like being touched. It’s just kinky enough. I don’t think he’ll try to force you into anything