Chapter 29
Rafe was floating on a lazy river of endorphins when Grant’s still engorged c**k slid out with a sucking sound. A flood of lubrication and semen followed. The alpha grabbed one of the towels he’d stacked on the dresser and tidied the two of them. He turned Rafe to face him. “Ready?”
Knowing what was coming, Rafe couldn’t help but smile. Who could have predicted his staid, conservative alpha would have a hidden streak of romantic hero in him. But during their stay in the cabin, it had become something of a tradition.
Effortlessly, Grant scooped Rafe into his arms and strode the few short steps to the bed. With gentle care, as if Rafe were a precious treasure, the alpha settled his omega on the sheets and adjusted the pillows with precision. “Comfy?”
“Perfect.”
“You certainly
