Rafe Cameron X Reader Protective Novels & Stories

I grimace, leaning back against Victor as I survey the variety of emotions that I see on everyone’s faces. Rafe looks just plain ill, leaning his head back against his headrest, gritting his teeth against the pain that runs through his body every time the packed van hits a bump or a pothole. His chest is wrapped tightly with bandages, the Beta medic recommending he be checked immediately for broken ribs. Next to him, Bridgette is anxious, worried, miserable. She stares at Rafe, eager to help his every need, but no knowing, precisely, how. My heart goes out to her, then. I wonder if Rafe chose her as his luna not only for her beauty and simplicity, but because he knew he could control her. As

Cassandra dramatically throws herself at Rafe, crying her eyes out. “Drama queen auditions, right over here,” I say, under my breath. Pax stifles a laugh and then shoots me a sexy look that says he’s impressed. Maybe even turned on. “I saw the whole thing, Rafe. Cassandra was trash talking then put her hand on Hannah, she was just defending herself,” he says, completely taking me by surprise. My jaw falls in response and he shoots me a quick wink. I hate that there’s a pulse between my legs but he is damn good looking in his crisp white collared shirt and navy pants.

“If you stand with me, you stand against the council. Against their sacred excuses. Against their twisted interpretation of the Moon.” Kara’s eyes flashed. “Then let them choke on their excuses.” A few wolves nodded. Others remained stiff. Lyra could feel their emotions like heat wavering, conflicted, and pulled between survival and belief. Then the door creaked. Everyone turned instantly. A young warrior entered quickly, breathing hard, face pale. His name was Rafe, one of Ronan’s outer patrol guards. He shut the door behind him with shaking hands. Ronan’s gaze sharpened. “Report.”

He took off after the wolf, ignoring Caleb's frantic cry and the tall, blonde female who appeared at the library door. "What's happening?" Lacey cried, her voice full of fear as she felt her mate's anguish and saw Rhianna disintegrating in Caleb's arms. Her brother-in-law met her gaze with a tortured one. "Stay with Annie," he ground out, reluctantly releasing his own mate. "I need to protect Rafe." He was gone in an instant, leaving the bewildered woman reaching for Rhianna. "Annie, tell me what's wrong," Lacey whispered shakily. "Tell me Rafe will be okay."

NOTICE: BOOK FOR OVER 18 YEARS OLD!!!! Contains Triggers! The Bodyguard is the first book in the “Project Guardian of the Phoenix” series. HOT book prohibited for minors, with scenes of explicit sex, physical and psychological violence and profanity. Despite being a story of love and overcoming, this book contains triggers. ️ Good reading!!! Hello dear reader! This is the first book in the series. Leave suggestions and the evaluation so I can get to know a little about you. At the end of reading, tell me which characters you would like to have your story.

“Yeah… covered the spread… told you they’d pull it off….” My stomach tilts, but not with fear. Because honestly, I’m not surprised. At this point, I’m almost certain Damien is betting on Rafe’s games. And, weirdly, I can’t bring myself to care. It’s Damien. He lives for risk, for high-stakes moves, for the thrill of control. Besides, it’s his money. Who am I to tell him what to do with it? “Everything okay?” Rafe asks when I drift back to him after watching Damien.

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?”

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.

Rafe must have picked up on the building anxiety within me as his eyes flew up to meet mine with a questioning look, and all at once he transferred Len's still unconscious form over to Jeremy, who was also now looking at me questioningly. Rising up to his feet Rafe kept his eyes fixed on me, "Amelia..." His voice came out in nothing more than a concerned whisper, my brows furrowed as I stepped back. Not taking his eyes off mine Rafe was instantly aware to tread with caution, because I could feel my whole body starting to glow. I could feel the energy of it coursing through my veins as I stared at Rafe, I was defending myself against... Him.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier