The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0491

When she sees who's standing out there, holding a plate of food in his hand, her face breaks into a wide, laughing smile. She swings the door open and leans against the frame, staring up into Rafe Sinclair's pretty green eyes. "Well, aren't you a surprise," she says, beaming at him.

"Thought you might be hungry," Rafe says, giving a too-casual shrug and holding the plate of food out towards her.

Daphne laughs as she crosses her arms over her chest, a sound and a sight that makes Rafe's pulse rush more than the hasty walk down here did. God, but she's beautiful - and that laugh?

He takes a deep breath, working hard to settle the butterflies in his stomach as his wolf eagerly paces back and forth in his soul.

"Come on, Rafe," Daphne says, nodding towards the already-empty dinner plate resting on the tray by the door. "What did you think, I went starving every night when you didn't bring me the cold leftovers from your table?"

"Listen, I was just being considerate," Rafe says, grinning and indulging in a blatant lie, pressing an earnest hand to his heart. "We worry about you, Daphne. About your nutrition, primarily."

"Well, instead of worrying about my...nutrition," she murmurs, her voice dropping a little, along with her lashes. "You could tell me why you're really here."

Rafe goes still for a moment, trying to think of something witty to say.

it that was never his realm

that he dips low, wrapping an arm around Daphne's thighs and pulling her up against him, hard and fast, as he moves into the room. The next moment her mouth is on his as he kicks the door closed, and god - the way she moans

undone with it

to Daphne's bed, sinking down onto it, taking her with him. She laughs as they go, kind of delighted, and Rafe

either side of his hips. Rafe doesn't even know how they do it - how they draw breath - between

in her - in her heat, her scent, the feel of her body beneath his hands. Drowning, and happy to do it - to

moves his mouth deliberately over hers, even as his wolf pants in his chest, desperate and aching for her. Still, he moves his hands

that comes out of her

of her on top of him absolute

the hiked-up hem of her dress, his fingers slipping eagerly beneath

suddenly, she

"Um, Rafe?"

by the way her

frowns a little, confused at

his breath. "Yeah?" he says, sitting