Rafe Cameron X Reader Novels & Stories

Lucian look in disbelief how could someone do this to her? Rafe grabs his face in disbelief “the poor girls been through more than we have in centuries in just a couple years”. Lucian looks at Rafe and then goes back to the doctor, nods and thanks him. He enters the room where the girl is laying still asleep, he stands near her bed, his fingers gently tracing the scars on her body, “no one deserves this.” He moves and sits in a chair across the room, his devotion to her is already strong he will not leave her till she wakes.

A relic from a time when Lycans still prayed to the Moon Goddess with fire and sacrifice. Rafael stood in the center of the ruins, his back to me. He was still. Too still. “Rafael?” I said softly, stepping from the horse. He turned slowly, and I saw it then what lay behind him. A wolf’s body. Half-shifted. Mutilated. My stomach twisted. “What happened?” I asked, breath catching. “Camden,” Rafael said, voice flat. “He’s begun testing our borders. And sending messages.” “What kind of message is this?”

As if a door was unlocked in his mind as soon as she called him through her moans. He pounded harder, his hips grounding in a circle to give her a better angle. When he felt her too close, Rafe's words stunned Seraya, " Look at me.." He was still pounding, her thighs getting wet from their juices. She was confused for a second but later obliged. Tilting her head back slightly, she met his pleasure-consuming eyes. Her lips parted, riding her climax slowly. Before she could hit her orgasm, Rafe leaned forward to take her lips into a passionate kiss.

Rafa was 13 years old then, almost the same age as Jamie, and ever since then, the two have been inseparable friends. Jamie told Rafa almost everything, except for one. The one thing that he had to keep from him was about Emma‘s identity. Jamie didn’t know how Rafa would react to that, since he shared equal hatred towards rhe rogues. It was the rogues that killed his parents and almost took his life too. If he knew of Emma’s past and her identity, he might go to his father.

ERICA Raffael’s glare burned into me like fire, his jaw clenched so tight I could almost hear his teeth grinding. “Who the hell do you think you are, Erica?” His voice was low but filled with so much venom it made my chest tighten. “Entertaining your little lovers under my roof?” My heart sank as I stood frozen, trying to steady my breathing. “Raffael, it’s not what you think—” “Not what I think?” He cut me off, his voice rising. “I walk into my club and see you trying to lock lips with some nobody, and you dare tell me it’s not what I think? Don’t insult my intelligence.”

‘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.

And the strange vampire had her colouring, something that Rafe lacked. A deep sense of foreboding ripped through him as he entered the library and closed the door quietly. Rhianna was standing with her back to the room, looking at the bookshelves as if she was hunting for something to read. Caleb was sitting on the edge of his desk, his gaze never leaving his mate. The stranger was sitting in one of the armchairs; his gaze also tracking the petite redhead's every movement. "Annie?" It was more a question than saying her name. Rafe held himself still as she turned around slowly to look at him as he leaned against the door, afraid to come any further into the room.

I gave it a hard squeeze. “I hope you haven't forgotten our bet.” “Hell no.“ She squeaked and jumped to her feet. “My loss wasn’t fair. I was emotionally compromised.” “Run all you want,” I leaned back, watching her pace the living and working up her defense lines. “I'll draw the tattoo when I'm ready for you.” * The next day, Rafael located the developer. A freelance nobody with nervous eyes. Cornered and confronted, he cracked fast. “An anonymous account with just an R in the memo wired me money and photo,” he blurted. “Told me a woman named Camila would be at that supermarket around noon, that she needed a website for selling books.”

My wolf whispered : "Alpha. Ours." Behind him, Calder kicked free of his jeans, bare feet slapping wet stone. He didn’t grin. He didn’t smirk. He just moved with purpose, stepping under the spray, water running in rivulets over his hard lines, down. Hunger burned bright in his eyes. Rafe came next, slower, deliberate, his control coiled tight enough it hurt to look at. He peeled the last layer off his hips, then stepped into the steam, every movement silent but heavy, like he was already inside my head. His gaze pinned me, steady, unreadable, and my stomach clenched.

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.