The Alpha’s Little Rogue (Alessia)

Chapter 158

Daphne's POV It feels nice when you're being fucked into oblivion but it feels just as good when you're getting a huge cuddle afterwards. The second scenario is what's happening to me right now and I'm loving every second of it.

Raphael's fingers run through my hair, smoothing it down my back while I draw random shapes on his naked chest with my fingertips. "Raphael," I start, lifting my head and placing my chin on his chest.

He makes a sound at the back of his throat and I take it as a sign to continue talking.

"I was thinking of giving you a key to the front door," I whisper, allowing my gaze to fall from his. I've been thinking about this for days now and it seems like the perfect thing to do. Not only will it save me the stress of waiting for Raphael to show up, but it will also allow him to have access to the house if ever there's a time I'm not present.

His fingers on my chin tip my head back and I find him with a breathtaking smile on his face. "You want to give me the key to your house?" He asks, sounding too smug for my liking and making me reconsider my decision.

"Forget I mentioned it," I rush out and go back to drawing on his chest.

"Oh hell no!" Raphael exclaims and his fingers grip my chin again and tip my head back up. "You've said it. There are no takebacks."

I roll my eyes. He's such a child. Maybe that's why I actually know how to deal with him.

"Could you repeat it?" He asks teasingly. "I didn't quite hear you the first time."

I roll my eyes again. Heck, at the rate I'm going, my eyeballs might just take a permanent residence behind my head. "Stop playing around. You heard what I said," I scold. I don't know why but I can actually feel my cheeks heating up as Raphael stares at me intensely. Geez, it's just a goddamn key. Why is he making it into more than it is?

With his fingers still on my chin, he holds my face and places a kiss on my lips. "Thank you," he murmur against my lips and I feel that stupid feeling in my heart. It has been occurring more often and I don't know how to deal with it.

So, I do the only thing that I can. I deflate. "It's just a key," I say with a laugh.

"Why don't I show you just how much I appreciate said key." With a naughty smile, he flips us over so that I'm under, grips the back of my knees, and settles between my legs.

"Don't you need to go back to your pack?" I ask even though I might just burst into tears if Raphael moves an inch away from this spot.

He told me earlier that he had to go back to the pack for a border checkup but assured me that he would be back before the day "Trust me, it won't take a lot of time to do what I have in mind," he replies smugly.

It's a double-edged sword and I refuse to let him know exactly how that sentence sounds when he says it. What will be the fun of doing that?

Smiling, I snake my hands around his neck and pull his head towards mine. "Less talk. More action," I rush out before pressing my lips against his.

Raphael takes over from there like he always does. His hand slid up my body and closed around a breast. It's an easy feat given the fact that we're still naked from the last session that happened less than an hour ago. We're so unsatisfiable and hungry for each other that it would have been laughable if we actually had the time to laugh about it.

Raphael reaches for the bedside table and grabs a condom off it.

He slides it onto himself and then he's deep within me in the next second. My back arches off the bed and my lips fall open in a soundless moan with that first slide. Fuck! I still can get over how good and right it feels to have him inside of me When is it going to stop feeling this awesome? I hope the answer is 'soon' because I can't imagine feeling this way for much longer without putting my heart at risk.

"You feel so damn good around me, sweetie," Rapheal groans against my ear.

Another thing that has my guts in a knot is the terms of endearment that he keeps throwing out without thinking. And it isn't limited to only the bedroom. Just yesterday, I gave him a blanket and he called me love. Heck, I even find myself perking up and blushing when he throws those words around. It's pathetic a n dne eds to stop.

A deep thrust inside of me pulls me out of my thoughts. I let out a loud moan as I felt my orgasm draw closer.

My legs wrap around his waist with the heels of my feet digging into his ass as I try to urge him to go deeper. Thankfully, Raphael knows the difference between harder and deeper, and soon, I'm screaming his name as I clamp down on his cock that's pulsing inside of me. Raphael slams into me once more before his cock does that telltale jerk within me.

llet out a yawn as he pulled out of me and walked into the bathroom to probably dispose of the condom. My eyes feel heavy so I allow them to close for just a few minutes.

I stir awake when I feel a light kiss on my head.

"I'll be back soon," Raphael whispers against my hair. "Sleep tight."

He leaves afterwards but shows up again deep into the night. He doesn't knock on the door but instead, he lets himself in with the key I gave to him and climbs inside the bed with my sleeping form.

That right there is the reason why I gave him the key. There's absolutely no other reason than that.