Raphael X Mikey Novels & Stories

What Mika did to me left actual physical pain behind, pain that would take time to heal even for a fully shifted wolf. Raphael took a few steps and each time, a whimper escaped my throat. After the fifth or sixth step, he stopped and I heard him sigh. Raphael slowly dropped me down to my feet before he slid his arm under the back of my knees and scooped me in his arms. The pressure grew less as I leaned my head against his chest and closed my eyes. I felt him take a few more steps before my mind pulled me in to dark sleep, one filled with an endless images of what Mika was doing back at home.

Big Mike definitely wasn't suspecting anything right? The room erupted in laughter. But guilt slammed into Liam like a truck. His face went bright red. He panicked. “Cut it out, Big Mike,” he said too quickly, voice higher than normal. “That’s not funny.” Big Mike raised an eyebrow, piecing things together. “You wouldn’t be this flustered if it was just a joke, Cap…” Liam’s heart raced. He shot a desperate glance at Raphael, silently begging for help. Raphael sat smugly on the reading table, arms crossed, clearly having no intention of disputing anything. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched Liam squirm.