Alpha's Faire

XLI

"Please, go ahead." Raphael waited, anticipating her next move. What was she going to do? How was she going to try and escape? To say that he was less than pleased that she slipped away as he took a shower was an understatement. He was pissed.

Pissed that she dared to leave without a word and pissed that he was so angry about the fact that she left without a word. It wasn't like it wasn't unexpected as soon as she suggested that they clean up and have him go first. But still, after four very satisfying rounds, he had hoped that he had exhausted her enough to stay in bed at least until he was finished showering.

But she was trying to evade him once more, even now.

"Your proposal to join Whitehaven isn't as simple as it sounds."

"I think that my request is more than adequate and simple, Jex." He retorted. "Try again."

"How about I don't negotiate with terrorists?" Jexanna leaned forward, flicking hair over her shoulder with a mischievous grin. Raphael's brow twitched as a smirk started to form.

"So I'm a terrorist now?"

"It's not just now, it's been going on for several years." She paused. "But I would say that the latest attempt to blackmail me into joining your pack is very much akin to a terrorist's tactics." Raphael couldn't help but notice the dry tone she had in regards to his proposal, but it was too late now. He wasn't about to let her go. Not when it was obvious that there was something more to both of them.

"I think that if anything I've been fairly cordial and reasonable in this exchange, Dr. Lewis." He murmured, pushing his chair closer to hers. Jexanna didn't move this time away from him. Instead, she allowed their knees to touch. Raphael's eyes widened as he waited for her next play. Her eyes went down to the point of contact and a sweet scent of honey and cinnamon filled Raphael's senses. Her full pink lips went into a tight line before gazing up at him.

"Emotional terrorists are still terrorists." Jexanna's sapphire blue eyes glimmered as the corners of her mouth twitched.

"Excuse me, am I wreaking havoc on your emotional well-being? Because I could argue that you personally have waged physical, mental, and emotional warfare on me and my pack."

"Like threatening to skin me alive and burn my flesh over a roasted pit wasn't emotionally, physically, or mentally traumatic?" Jexanna quipped, raising a brow at him. Raphael couldn't suppress the grin from forming on his lips.

"Touche." He moved his fingers from the chair's armrest to brush up her arm. "But that doesn't ignore the fact that it seems you'll sleep with terrorists then?" He asked her low and quietly, in a soft and playful murmur. His thumb drew circles against the surface of her smooth skin.

"All's fair in love and war, Alpha Stone." Jexanna's voice softly reached his ears. His thumb paused, as his heart stopped at her reply.

"So are we in love or at war?" Raphael leaned in closer to her. His dark gaze stayed on her eyes as she glanced down, then back up at him. Her tongue passed over her lower lip and he could hear her breathing hitch.

"Why can't we be both?" She replied by leaning in closer, her breath now brushed against Raphael's skin. Her scent grew stronger, much more intense. Raphael's mind swirled as his length hardened. The intense desire to take her once more was beginning to consume him. Even his primal instincts, his wolf, howled in pleasure at the thought of being deep within her again. And her scent told him, her darkened gaze told him, the slight hitch in her breath told him that she would be more than willing to participate again.

But yet, something still didn't settle well within him.

"Sounds intriguing." His eyes darkened. "But you still haven't given me an answer, yet." Raphael watched her as her sapphire blue eyes widened. Her face flushed and in an instant, she retreated backwards in her chair, away from the werewolf.