Rafael (25 page)

Isabelle was a
little nervous as Gregor Stone, her new boss, showed her around the prison.
From the outside, it looked big. On the inside, the place was enormous. 
Staircases led underground to where the worst kinds of criminals were housed.
They passed by solitary confinement when Gregor stopped to look in on one of
the inmates. Isabelle stood on her tiptoes and took a peak. The man in the cell
was sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands. His coloring was pale.
Not just his skin but his hair as well. She would have to see his eyes to
classify him as truly Albino.

 “What’s his
story?” When she spoke, the man looked up, meeting her eyes. She was frozen.
There was something about him that called to her. He stood and walked to the
door, peering at her through the small window. “He tried to kill the chief of
police three times. He doesn’t talk, or at least we haven’t been able to get
him to. Don’t worry Isabelle; you won’t have to deal with him.”

 ”What if he
needs medical attention?” She couldn’t take her eyes off those staring back at
her.

“He won’t. Now,
let’s continue your tour.” Gregor walked away from the cell, expecting Isabelle
to follow. The man behind the glass put his hand on the small window. Isabelle
wanted to put her hand up to his, but she had just been told he was a murderer.
Not the type of inmate she wanted to get to know. She didn’t see the man behind
the door watch her as far as he could and then whisper, “Izzy.”

They continued back
up to ground level when Isabelle noticed a door. “Where does this go?”

He kept walking
past as he responded, “The Basement.”

“What’s down
there?” She glanced back at the solid door that had an electronic scanner on
the wall beside it.

“Storage.”
Gregor didn’t offer any more information.

“Do I get
access?” She wanted to know what was down there.

He stopped and
sternly said, “No. You have access to all levels with the exception of the
Basement. The first floor is maximum security, and you are not to go there
alone. You will be escorted to the first floor only when necessary and always
with a guard. The people in this prison are the worst garbage imaginable, Isabelle.
I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, but you have to abide by the
rules. There is no room for error here. If you break a rule, you’re out. That’s
for your protection, got it?”

“Yes, Sir.” She
was beginning to feel this was a mistake. Why had she taken this job anyway?
Oh, to keep from working for her family who had lied to her her entire life.

“Not Sir, just
Gregor. I want us to be friends, Isabelle. This might seem like a less than
perfect place to work, but it really won’t be that bad. Now, do you have any
questions?” He stopped outside the door to her new home away from home.

“What happened
to the doctor who was here before me?”

“He didn’t
follow the rules.  Anything else?”

“No, I just need
to look at the clinic and take inventory.” She didn’t want to bring her own
supplies. She had agreed to work part-time while they looked for a permanent
replacement. She planned on keeping her clinic operating on weekends for now.

“Just make a
list of anything you need, and we’ll get it for you. If that’s all, I will
leave you to it. My number is programmed into all the phones. Just pick up the
receiver, dial one, and you’ll get me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, there is
something I must tend to.”

Gregor strode
down the hall toward his own office. She admired his form until he disappeared
around the corner. Stepping into her new clinic, she took in the mess. The
previous doctor had been a slob. This wouldn’t do at all. She would have to
clean the place up before taking inventory. She might as well get busy.      

Vincent knew
that voice, knew her face. The beautiful girl in the window reminded him of
someone, but who? He paced his cell, still chastising himself for failing. Now
he would never get close to Gordon Flanagan. The boss didn’t like weak, didn’t
like less than perfect results. His plan to use Kaya Kane as bait had almost
cost him his life. If it wasn’t for her insistence that he live, he would be
dead now. Why would she do that? He tried to kill her, and she wanted his life
spared. That didn’t make sense.

Right now,
nothing made sense. His mind was confused. That girl in the window did that to
him. Why would she scramble his brain? Fuck, he needed a cigarette. He paused
his pacing and looked at his cell. He had a bed, a toilet, a desk, a chair,
some paper, and a crayon. A fucking crayon. If he had anything sharper it could
be used as a weapon. Did they not realize he
was
a weapon? Just like
them.

When they shoved
him in his new home, they told him to write down why he was trying to kill the
chief. Instead, he had written one word: cigarette. He didn’t know how long he
had been in there since he tended to lose track of time, but he did know he
hadn’t been given a cigarette. Some stupid patch was on the dinner tray after
he made his request. He picked the patch up and sniffed it. It smelled of
nicotine, so he put it on his arm. It eased his craving for about five minutes.

Maybe the pretty
doctor, what was her name, Izzy? Maybe she would get him a cigarette. She was
nice.
No! S
he had him locked in here too. But her eyes had been kind,
hadn’t they? Vincent shook his head. No, she wasn’t nice either. She was just
another useless woman that needed to die.

In the next cell
over, Tamian was taking notes. The newest inmate rambled on and on about Gordon
Flanagan. Some of his words made sense then he would stop and stutter, like he
couldn’t remember what he was talking about. Whenever the guards were near, he
would clam up. He refused to talk if anyone was around. When Tamian heard the
man say the new doctor’s name, a chill ran down his spine. He had to get word
to Gregor and warn him. When he did this, he was going to have to give up his
own secret.

Kaya was
standing in the suite she now shared with Rafael. They were welcomed home by
Priscilla who had obviously prepared the room for their arrival. White candles
were scattered around, emitting a warm glow. She felt strong arms wrap around
her waist as his body melted into hers. “What are you thinking?” he asked
against her neck.

“I was just
thinking it’s going to take a while to get used to all this. I’ve only ever
lived in my two bedroom house.”

“You also have a
villa on the southern coast of Italy,” he whispered in her ear.

“Really? I’ve
never been to Italy.” Maybe they could go there on vacation someday.

“I think you
should keep your house. We could always use somewhere closer to the city to
make a pit stop when we get too caught up in each other to wait. But I am
definitely having blinds installed.”

“I’d like that.”
She leaned her head back onto his shoulder, relishing the feeling of being safe
and secure.

“What
I’d
like is to make love to my beautiful woman.” Rafe lowered the zipper at the
side of the dress then gripped the hem and raised it over her head. She stood
completely naked before him save her shoes. He dropped the dress then reached
out and squeezed her breasts, twisting and teasing her nipples. The slight pain
sent tremors from her chest to her core. “You have the most beautiful breasts
I’ve ever seen.”

Kaya didn’t want
to think of all the breasts he’d seen in his five hundred and some odd years,
but if hers were the most beautiful, she would accept that. She pulled his
shirt out of his pants and began freeing each button. She would never get used
to a naked Rafael. His bare chest was a work of art. She was surprised he had
no ink adorning his body, but he really didn’t need it. She pushed the shirt
down his arms, and he allowed it to drop to the floor next to her dress. She
unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down slowly, carefully in case he was
commando. She pushed the slacks down his muscular legs and was eye level with
his gorgeous erection. The tip was glistening, inviting her to steal a taste.
When she licked the droplet, she heard a low growl as he reached down and
pulled her up to her feet. Holy shit, his fangs were out.

He kicked his
pants off as he growled, “Are you ready for me?” She didn’t know how he talked
around his fangs without cutting his lip, but she guessed after five hundred
years he had plenty of practice.

“Yes, I am. I
want to feel you on me, in me. I want to kiss every inch of that powerful body
of yours, and I want to suck you down my throat. I want to taste my juices on
your lips. I want to feel you come inside of me. I want it all.”

She felt Rafael
pull away. He ran a hand through his long hair that was now hanging in his
face. “What’s wrong?”

“Kaya, I can’t.
I just can’t fill you with my seed, not yet. Not until I’m sure…”

Kaya felt
ridiculous and embarrassed. Her heart was lost to a man who wasn’t sure he
wanted her enough to have a child with her.

“I thought you
wanted children. I thought...maybe I should go back to my house.” She bent to
grab her dress when strong hands gripped her arms.

“No, Kaya, you
misunderstood. I do want that, more than you know. I want to see the smooth
skin of your belly stretched over and protecting my babe. Nothing would please
me more than to know that my child is growing inside of you, but we don’t know
what mating with a human will do. I’m not ready to take that chance. Kaya, if
something were to happen to you I would want to perish.”

“But
I’m
ready, Rafael. For whatever reason, the fates, or God, or gods, or goddesses
have chosen us to be together. If we are supposed to be mates, then I’m
supposed to be the mother of your children. If you aren’t ready because you
want us to spend more time together getting to know each other better, then I
will agree to that. If I have to get on the pill then so be it. But I want to
feel you. All of you. Rafael, I don’t want there to be anything between us when
we make love.”

Rafael told her
he wanted to make love to her. After her admission of wanting everything he had
to give her, what he really wanted to do was throw her down and fuck her
senseless. She was expecting slow and gentle so that is what he would give her.
First.
Then
he would fuck her senseless. All night long.

He pulled a
naked Kaya into his arms. He had to feel her. Her breasts were pressed against
his chest and her hands were stroking his back down to his ass. He mimicked the
movement only he cupped her ass and lifted her until she wrapped her legs
around his waist. His hard cock was caught between their bodies and he needed
to be inside his woman.

He pulled her
shoes off then laid her on the bed. Her legs automatically opened for him.  Her
pussy was unabashedly on display: an offering for her King. He situated his
knees between her thighs, fisting himself. She licked her lips while she watched
his hand. Kaya slid her own hands down past her stomach to her lips. Using her
fingers, she opened herself up for him.

“Rafael,” she
begged.

“Yes, Love, what
do you want?” He couldn’t take his eyes off the show between her legs. Her
fingers were teasing not only him but the inside of her labia.

“I want your
cock buried to the root.” She continued rubbing herself, enticing him to hurry.

“Oh my beautiful
girl, you’ll get my cock and so much more.” He lowered his body so that he was
hovering just above her chest, holding himself up on one forearm. He kissed her
lips, her chin, and her neck while he rocked his erection back and forth over
her clit, teasing, taunting. “Is this what you want?” The thick head stopped
just at the entrance to her wet pussy; pulsing, aching, with the need to feel
her surrounding him. She removed her hands to make room for his cock and placed
them on her breasts, pulling on her nipples.

 “Yes.”

“Yes what?” He
tapped his dick on her mound and her eyes widened.

“Yes, my King.”

 He impaled her
with one long thrust. Instead of moving, he kept his dick buried against her
walls, reveling in the feel of his woman. “Gods, you feel so fucking good.”

When Kaya ground
against him, he set a slow rhythm that had his beast howling inside. He was now
on his hands, slowly sliding in and out. Kaya rose up on her elbows so she
could watch his cock enter and exit her core. “That’s hot.” After enjoying the
view for a moment, she lay back, her blonde hair spread out on the pillow and
began playing with her breasts while watching his face.

“
You’re
hot. I want you to enjoy this.” He pulled out until only the head of his cock
was inside her. “Making love to you is a wondrous thing, but me being what I
am, and you being what you are, it’s hard for me to go slow, easy.” He plunged
into her, hard. Closing his eyes, he confessed, “The restraint alone is driving
me insane.”        

“Then don’t hold
back. Let go. Let me see you.
All
of you.”

“Are you certain?”
Rafael had never let go in all the times he’d ever had sex, but this wasn’t
just sex. This was becoming one with the woman he loved even if it wasn’t slow
and easy.        

“I’m sure. And
Rafael? I want you to bite me.”

“Kaya, that
completes the bond. Once it’s done it cannot be undone.”

“I know. I love
you Rafael Di Pietro, and I want to be bonded to you for life.”

Rafael lowered
his upper body so that their faces were close. He began sliding in and out,
slowly at first but when his beast demanded to be let out, this time he
obliged. His fangs come out and when he looked into Kaya’s eyes she nodded. She
wrapped her long legs around his hips and raked her nails down his back. When
the blood released from his skin where she dug in, he lost it. He let out a
roar. As he pistoned his dick into her pussy, he unfurled his wings then sank
his teeth into her shoulder. Their climaxes exploded at the same time and she
cried out when they came.

Rafael retracted
his fangs and licked her shoulder where the puncture wounds were. At first he
was afraid her scream had been from the pain of the bite, but the look in his
woman’s eyes was a combination of lust and love.  The bond was coursing through
their veins, entwining their souls together. The smile on her beautiful face
set him at ease.

Kaya reached up
and touched a leathery wing. She ran her fingers along the thick outer ridge. 
“Rafael,” she rasped. The wings disappeared.

Kaya grabbed his
ass and dug her feet into the mattress, grinding her body against his, wanting
more. “
Rafael
,” she begged with more intensity. He had never gotten hard
again so quickly, but it seemed whatever his Queen wanted she was going to get.
Without pulling out, he continued stroking the inside of her walls, getting
longer and harder with each movement.

“Harder baby,
fuck me harder.” Kaya was insatiable. He would stay inside her until she made
him leave. She was grabbing at his hair, his back, his biceps. His woman was
clamping on to any part of him she could, anything to urge him on. He pounded
into her as hard and as fast as he could without hurting her. His shifter
strength would leave her bruised if he wasn’t careful.

Kaya’s pussy
began tightening around his cock, so he knew she was about to come again. He
reached between them, rubbing her clit with his thumb. That was the spark that
ignited her flame. His woman screamed out his name as she let go.

When she finally
came down he kissed her gently. “I love you too, Kaya Kane.”

Rafael called an
impromptu family dinner. Kaya was nibbling at her food, taking it all in. There
were so many men in attendance, but Priscilla made it seem like an everyday
occurrence to cook for that big of a group.

Once they were
finished eating, they all made their way to the patio for an after dinner
cocktail. Rafael and Kaya were the last ones out the door and what she saw
confused her. All the brothers were down on one knee with one fist over their
heart. Rafael stopped Kaya and said, “Stay here.”

She watched her
lover join his men, and he too mimicked their position. As one, he and his men
bowed their heads and said, “My Queen.” Rafael was the first one to stand then
the others followed suit. Kaya was stunned. She couldn’t move nor could she
find the words to express the emotions running through her heart. She let the
tears falling down her cheeks speak for her.

Rafael held out
his hand, and she placed hers in it. The men stood still while they watched
their King. He dropped to one knee and held out a black box. “When Gargouille
find a mate, it is for life. Since you are human, I want to honor your ways of
bonding and ask that you not only be my Queen, but also my wife.”

Kaya stared at
the box then at her lover down on one knee. She knew little about his kind but
in her heart she felt that he would never bend a knee for anyone unless they
were important to him.
She
was important to him. His Queen. “I would be
honored to be your wife, Mr. Stone.” He stood and removed the ring from its
case and placed it on her finger. She held her left hand out and admired the
antique setting that was filled with smaller stones surrounding one larger one.
She placed her hands on either side of his face and pulled him in for a kiss.

When the wolf
whistles cut through their moment, he pulled her to his side and turned to the
men. Frey held out a glass for both of them then picked up his own. “A toast if
you will. Now that the bonding has been made official, I speak for the Clan
when I say we are honored for you to be Rafael’s mate, as well as our Queen.
May your days be filled with love and your nights filled with the tranquility
of the stars above. And soon, may your home be filled with the sound of little
feet running amok.” The men chuckled and raised their glasses. “Here, here!”