The Alpha’s Little Rogue

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.

"I didn't quite

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

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

I can. I deflate. "It's just a key," I say

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

I might just burst into tears if Raphael moves an inch away

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,"

and I refuse to let him know exactly how that sentence sounds when he says it. What will be the fun

I snake my hands around his neck and pull his head towards mine. "Less talk.

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

reaches for the bedside table and grabs

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

so damn good around me,

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

thoughts. I let out