I’m more than a prophecy!

Probably orange

Rafael’s POV

I lie in bed awake, while Kristina is snoring gently next to me. Actually, who am I kidding, there’s nothing gentle about that snoring, she sounds like a f*****g army of men snoring. But who cares, I love her and a bit of snoring won’t scare me away.

I have always been attracted to her thanks to our mate bond, I fell in love with her when I got to know her, but hell, this feeling has just intensified 1000 fold after she marked me. I have never felt pleasure like that in my life. It’s like I didn’t know what love was until then. Or orgasm, really. I don’t think I have ever come that hard before, either.

It’s been a couple of hours and my legs are still shaking, my c**k still twitching with pleasure when I think about her. Her scent has also intensified, the minty flavour now has a very distinctive smell of a citrus, probably orange. I watch her peaceful expression as she’s asleep, occasionally twitching and gently moaning. From the smell of arousal it’s not hard to guess what she’s dreaming off.

My c**k twitches and hardens as I watch her gorgeous face, reminding myself she needs sleep. But as her breathing starts getting heavier and the smell of arousal stronger, I can no longer contain myself and start kissing her mark. Electricity shoots through me and I feel like exploding with pleasure already. People really weren’t kidding when they were talking about how much better everything is with a mate bond.

Kristina wakes up with a start, looks at me confused for a second, then realising what I’m doing pulls me up and crashes her lips to mine. I try to pull away to get a taste of her down there, but she stops me, saying she needs me in now.

I don’t need telling twice and start thrusting in and out of her, gently at first, but she’s not having any of it. She’s as hungry for me as I’m for her and there’s urgency in the way she touches me and kisses me. My upper body is soon covered in bites, but I don’t care. If I thought I knew what good s*x was before, I was wrong. So f*****g wrong. We’ve both had multiple orgasms, but we just keep on going, you can almost see the sparks between us.

Kristina’s POV

Tuesday was just a blur. There were some more meetings and a lot of arguments between the board and Rafael. I was relieved to find out that the main part of the investigation was almost over and we would be returning to normal routine soon. Well, as normal as it could be with everything that has gone on and with Ofsted, QCC and HMIP inspections looming over our heads.

Rafael hasn’t mentioned the prophecy again and while I’m thankful for that, I can feel it gnawing at him. Eve since I marked him I can not only feel his emotions, it’s almost as if we were reading each other’s thoughts. Not in the sense that mind linking works, more like having a general idea of what the other one is feeling and what it is they’re thinking about.

It’s a connection that proves both a blessing and a major turn on in bed, but a right nightmare in meetings. Unlike Rafael I’m not used to sitting in stuffy meeting rooms full of self absorbed governors. I don’t really understand why they keep insisting on my presence, it’s not like I can add to their discussion. I have shared my views, and I feel like I’ve done my bit by analysing all of the bloody data and figuring the patterns out for them.

So now I not only get to see in meetings discussing things I do not either care for or understand, I also have Rafael’s thoughts running through my head. And whenever my mind drifts off the meeting, the dirty fucker will start either thinking about what we could do together, or replaying memories from last night, making it almost impossible to keep a straight face.

I am in the biggest meeting yet, and I’m already annoyed. It’s not even 10am, I’ve forgotten my lunch at home and I’m sat listening to the full board having a go at Rafael. The Mayor is here too and keeps moaning about how this is going to affect their re-election, it’s so obvious they couldn’t care less about the inmates and the trauma they’ve been through. It’s Wednesday and I was hoping we would be back to lessons today, but apparently this meeting takes priority. At least they’re now talking about returning inmates back to their cells today and addressing all the inmates about what has happened- should be fun.

My attention is brought back to the table by a small, fat woman, currently screeching at Rafael. She could’ve got a part of a certain ministry officer in my favourite witchcraft movie. She even sounds like her.

“I think we will all agree,” she adds in her horrible high pitch shriek, “that this whole situation has gone on long enough. It is obvious that the lack of leadership has lead to the failure of behaviour standards at Hartley Well and it’s time for the woke warden to be replaced by someone more politically compliant.”

Couple of people grunt in agreement, while some burst out arguing. I just stare at her gobsmacked. Lack of leadership, seriously b***h?! What confuses me most, is Rafael’s resigned silence. Usually, he would be the first one to argue, but he’s just sat there, staring at the table in front of him. I have to try to channel his emotions this time, only to realise that the fear I have been feeling wasn’t mine, but his. Rafael is feeling scared and insecure, something I have never expected to see. And it f*****g breaks my heart. Unfortunately, it also makes me really annoyed.

I bring my focus back on the conversation, only to hear them talking about “late intervention” and “lack of prevention” together with “too soft on them”, and I lose my s**t. I punch the table as I stand up, shaking in anger. The whole room goes silent, watching my outburst half amused, half worried.

“This is exactly what I was talking about. Every low life feels like they’re allowed to interfere,” the little witch shrieks into the silence.

Low life, hey? Oh you won’t know what hit you, b***h!

“Enough!” I shout, making her nearly fall of her chair. Kleo is trying to push forward and it’s just making me even angrier. She wants to rip that b***h to pieces for insulting us and Rafael.

“Enough,” I repeat, still loud, but trying to control the aggression and shaking in my voice. I’m a teacher after all and can scold a room of adults without losing my voice. I give them my best teacher stare and continue.

“You obviously have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about. I teach my learners to keep quiet if they have nothing nice to say. So I recommend you shut up and listen.” I add, my voice icy now as she tries to interrupt.

“I do not allow people speak while I speak. Act your age and wait your turn.” Her face goes beetroot red and I feel Rafael’s panic intensifying, but I honestly don’t care. I’ve had enough.

“As you didn’t bother turning up to any of the meetings last week, let me catch you up. It was I who raised initial concerns to Rafael here and he immediately took action. Rafael has decided to follow my gut feeling and investigate the inmates version of events, even though all of the evidence pointed to the inmate lying.

I can’t help but feel like all of you governors in posh suits have no real idea of what day to day life looks like inside of Hartley Well, I feel like you’re all just pissed off there’s a scandal and don’t care at all about the human and mental health costs this is going to have. The massive setbacks this will cause to our inmates.

I get, you don’t give a f**k, like most people. You won’t them to be quiet and compliant, who cares about anything else. But I guess you’re out of luck.

Because we care. And if you’re pissed off that Rafael didn’t just push it under the carpet, take it out on me, not him. Because has he not acted on my concerns, I would’ve gone over his head. And I would’ve kept going higher and higher, until someone listened to me. So stop taking your petty frustrations out on him, he’s the best manager this place could get. He’s doing an amazing job with next to no resources and absolutely no praise, you lot should be kissing his feet. I’d recommend you take a minute to adjust your priorities and rather than looking for a scapegoat concentrate on keeping our inmates safe.”

And with that, I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me.