The Raven Wolf King: Wolfless novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Valeria

Raphael gets me naked in seconds, ripping all my clothes–something I’m sure I’ll be pissed about later, but not at this moment because I just can’t think rationally.

When he throws my pants to the ground, he spreads my legs and slams his lips on my cunt with no warning. The surprise hits so sharply that I yelp, my body jolting before I can stop it. Instinctively, my hand tangles in his hair, pulling hard. Half of me wanting to push him away, half desperate to keep him right there. I scream out moans of pleasure, unable to form coherent sentences. The only thing anyone would understand coming from my lips is his name, which I scream many times.

As if glued to me, the man picks me up, still with his head between my thighs and my legs locked around his shoulders. With sudden strength, he lifts me off the ground. I grip his head tightly, the only leverage I have to hold myself steady. He holds me securely by the thighs and then nearly slams me against the wall, where he continues to pleasure me until my body begins to tremble. If not for the way my legs are locked around him, I’d surely lose my balance, but the steadiness of his grip reassures me. He won’t let me fall, not even for a heartbeat.

My body shudders, my hands buried in his hair. Tension builds until it breaks inside me, every nerve alive with sensation, and I come completely undone, my body still shaking on its own. He pulls his head away and looks up at me from between my thighs. His darkened eyes tell me he isn’t finished, and a deeper shiver runs through me, because I can’t bring myself to protest. I don’t want to. He looks dangerous, and

I want him to wreck me.

Raphael shifts, slipping his shoulders free, and I slide down fast, only to be caught firmly by the thighs, his grip stopping my fall.

“Hold on to me,” he growls.

I put my weakened arms around his neck, and he guides us to the bed, where he throws me–it seems to be a habit of his. He rips his shirt off and slides his pants away. The view is magnificent. Everything about this man screams perfection.

Suddenly, in an unpredictable twist, he grabs one of the curtains on his window and pulls it, ripping it. from its pole. He tears the fabric with such savagery, as if desperate. Taking the pieces he ripped off, he slides into bed, eyes fixated on me. Seeing him so out of character, my first reaction is to pull away, but the moment his hands caress my skin, I buckle under him, and without realizing, my hands are suddenly tied to the bedpost.

“Rapha-” His lips cut my complaint before I can even say anything, a savage kiss that makes me almost forget my own damn name.

In my moment of stupor, he wraps my legs around him and ties them behind him, as if to make sure I can’t escape.

Raphael holds my hips and lifts them so my core meets his cock. But before he plunges inside me, he begins to rub, gently. Then a finger goes in. I hiss, and my body reacts instantly. I get wet, fast, and that’s

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all he needs.

“You are mine,” he growls. “Fucking all mine!”

Suddenly, his cock is all in me. He doesn’t thrust; instead, holding my hips, he moves my body as if pleasuring himself with me, as if I were a doll or a toy. But there’s no complaint from me. He slams my body against his. My ass slaps against his balls, and my breasts bounce wildly. Even parts of me I didn’t know could jiggle do. My hands strain against the ropes, tightening with every pull. I know they’ll leave a mark, but I don’t have the thought to complain.

I throw my head back, starting to see stars, hearing his feral grunting. It excites me more than what he’s doing to me. Moans ripple through the air, announcing I’m about to come. At that moment, he grabs the fabric binding my wrists and pulls, ripping it from the bed and breaking the wooden post in the process. He lifts me to sit on him and wraps his arms around my shoulders, pushing me down, burying his dick in me so hard I feel impaled. He bounces his hips, making me bounce on him. Every fall is a moan of pleasure as his length almost feels like it reaches my stomach.

“Uh!” We both cry out, a loud moan as we come together. The buildup explodes into release, a wave crashing through me, and my body convulses with pleasure.

With heavy breaths, he kisses my neck until he cups my face and links his lips to mine. I’m unable to move, feeling so weak. It’s like he drained the life out of me, but I feel so satisfied, so blissful. He’s the one holding me up, my eyes nearly shut. Yet I feel his stare pressing against me. I force my eyes open, catching the seriousness etched across his face. No words are needed, his gaze alone says it: I told you

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I’m ruined. No one will ever do me like him. No one else will satisfy me. And this isn’t just about sex. It’s something deeper. Our mate bond might be broken, but we’ll always have a connection unlike any other.

Basically, I’m screwed.

He lays me gently on the bed. My eyes close, but I feel the rags loosened from my wrists and ankles. The sheets draw over me, soft and steady, and then his warmth surrounds me. His breath brushes my ear, and with that quiet rhythm, sleep claims me.

Gentle hands wake me. Raphael caresses my hair.

“Be my mate,” he whispers in my ear.

“No,” I whisper back. I’ve come to my senses.

I exhale slowly. “I got food for us. We missed dinner.”

My eyes fly open. “We did?”

“Yeah.”

The sound of chewing makes me glance over–Max already has his food.

“Uhm… well… Max, you had quite the show.”

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Raphael laughs. “I think he slept through most of it.”

I sit up and look at what remains of my clothes. “You need to stop ruining my clothes. I barely have anything to wear anymore.”

“I’ll get you new ones.”

“Oh, you better. Can I have something of yours for now?”

“No. You’re staying right where you are. If I give you something to wear, you’ll bolt out of here, and I’m not done with you yet.”

“What? I have things to do.”

“Yeah? Like what?” He carries a tray of food to the bed and sets it down between us.

“Uhm, many things. I need to get clothes and uhm… return that book to the library-”

He lifts a brow. “You can take whatever the hell you want from that library and keep it for weeks.”

“Well! I didn’t know that!”

He laughs, opening the tray and revealing delicious food. My stomach immediately perks up.

“Get some energy in you.”

“Fine, but you know, you can’t keep me here like this.”

“Well, I am and baby, you won’t be walking properly by the time I’m done with you.”

Is he serious? I already feel sore as it is, but masochistically, I’m intrigued.

I take a bite of the steak, savoring its flavor. Raphael doesn’t eat–he only watches. When my eyes meet his, he reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from my face before his hand lingers to caress my cheek.

“What are you so scared of?” he asks.

For a moment, the words hang in the air. My chest tightens, and I feel the weight of his question pressing down on me.

“I was scared of many things, but not anymore.”

“Not anymore? But you’re still scared of me.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. You’re scared that I’ll hurt you again.”

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