Rafe Cameron X Reader Novels & Stories

Saraya stared in shock. "Close your mouth, Honey Bee," Raf said, lifting her chin gently. "You’re terrible. It means you knew everything I thought in all those months I was here?" Saraya asked, horrified. Raf nodded playfully. "You…," Saraya face-palmed in embarrassment. Raf laughed and embraced her. "Don’t be embarrassed. I may read thoughts, but I don’t do it all the time. I know how to respect privacy, especially my mate’s," Raf said, kissing her head.

Still recovering from the orgasm that nearly took my breath away. The door creaked open. She came out first hair messy, lips swollen, thighs visibly shaking as she adjusted her skirt. And then he appeared. Rafe Mercer. Tall. Lean muscle wrapped in black ink and clean sweat. Gloves off, hands scarred from needles, and god knows what else. His eyes found mine. Saw me. Really saw me. My flushed cheeks. My trembling hands. My thighs are still pressed together. And something in his mouth curved, not a smile. A knowing.

"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

Rafael with Camille sitting beside him, her hand resting on a little girl’s back. Rafael turned toward me. “Amelia,” he said, holding out a file. “These are the papers. Sign them. Pack your things and leave.” He curled his arms around Camille, pulling her in. Camille added sweetly, “You should really learn to let go of what doesn’t belong to you.” She smiled. “Rafael was never yours. He’s made that very clear. Why are you still trying to leech onto him?” I raised my chin. My voice was soft and controlled. “It’s okay. I’ve heard enough of this nonsense.”

Rafe knew she was teasing him now. "Just wait for me, Chelsea. I will return back home and will pull you in my lap and spank this little bubble ass of yours and that sweet pussy between your legs and you will be so wet and begging for me to fuck you and then I will fuck you so hard that you will faint". Rafe said and he knew her breath hitching at his promises. He saw bubbles appear on the screen, disappeared and then appeared again until he got the message from her. "I will be waiting for you on the door with that little white dress you like and no panties on. Goodbye". If Rafe was fire, Chelsea was explosive that burnt his soul and if he had any erection left to leave his cok painfully ach

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. “

Raf recalled. “Stop! You were that awful guy?” I asked bewildered. “What? I was an angel!” Raf assured. “Yeah, and I hate peanuts! We both lie!” I exclaimed and trailed off, remembering some things. “I know that you love peanuts,” he affirmed quietly and smiled. “Are you done?” Camilla asked us, annoyed. I went to close my eyes. And having had such a warm conversation, we continued playing. I started counting and when I was over I turned back and saw Raf very close to me.

Rafe walked Carmela back to her room. The second he leaned in to lower her onto the bed, she latched onto his arm. She pressed herself against him, eyes dripping fake sweetness. "Rafe, stay with me tonight?" He stared at her—but all he saw was Mia's empty, shattered eyes. His chest clenched. He shoved Carmela off him. "Get some rest, Carmela." His voice was flat. "I'm going to my room." And he bolted.

The blood that had been wet and slightly sticky now suddenly feels stiff and dry. “Umm, yeah.” I’ve never wanted to be locked in my room more than I have now with Rafe’s kind eyes staring down at me. He seems devastated to hear about Carden. “I would appreciate the help to get back to my room. I’m tired and in desperate need of a shower.” There’s a small smirk to his lips, “that’s an understatement. I think it’s this way.” The opportunity slips away and I give a nod agreeing with the direction he chose. He’s another cookie cutter image of an Order soldier. Brit seemed like the perfect image of an Order soldier too, but she turned out to be more ruthless than I expected. Is Rafe ruthless?

I almost jumped out of the chair, but I immediately opened it and I knew I’d hit the jackpot. Rafe’s profile was mostly shirtless gym pics, most likely to impress his nonexistent fangirls. I made a mental note to use that against him once I got close to the DeLucas. But for now, I was more interested in the man who kept popping up in the background of his pictures. Adrian.