Catherine made her way down to the main kitchen, where the evening cleanup was in full swing. The space was warm and bustling with activity....ogas washing dishes, putting away food, chatting about the day’s events.
She spotted Elena near the back counter, organizing dish towels with another oga, her blonde hair pulled back in a practical braid, her cheeks flushed from the kitchen’s heat.
"Elena," Catherine called out. "Co, child. I want to have a word with you."
Elena looked up, surprised, but imdiately set down what she was doing and followed the older woman. They walked in silence through the hallways until they reached Catherine’s private office.....a small, tidy room that slled of lavender and old books.
Once inside, Catherine turned to study the young wolf in front of her.
Elena was beautiful in that understated way....not overtly sexual like so of the pack’s females, but there was sothing pure and clean about her energy. At twenty-four, she hadn’t found her mate yet, which was unusual but not unheard of. She had soft features, clear blue eyes, and an innocence that sohow hadn’t been tainted despite living in a pack where dominance and aggression were daily realities.
"Is there anything I can help you with, Mrs. Catherine?" Elena asked, her voice gentle and respectful.
Catherine smiled. "Yes, child. There is a situation that requires your assistance." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "It’s like this....our visitor, the Luna’s uncle, has requested specifically that you be the one to attend to him."
Elena’s eyes widened slightly. "Attend to him? In what way?"
Catherine looked at Elena’s clean, beautiful face and smiled knowingly. "Apparently, child, you have caught his eye. He rejected all the females sent to keep him entertained and requested for you specifically."
Elena felt her heart begin to pound. Heat flooded her core at the re thought of Raphael’s silver eyes, at the mory of how her entire body had responded just from being in his presence when she’d escorted him to his room. The sexual energy that radiated from him had been overwhelming, making her wet within seconds, making every nerve ending co alive with want.
"But... I... didn’t volunteer to be part of the females assigned to him,"Elena stamred, her face turning red.
"I know you didn’t, child," Catherine said gently. "But he requested for you, and the Alphas asked to ask you if you would like to take up the offer."
Elena’s chest tightened. "The Alphas know about it?"
That ant this wasn’t just a casual request. This was official. Sanctioned. Which ant she didn’t really have a choice.....not that refusal was even on her mind.
A small voice in her head whispered: Not that you need a choice,Elena. You literally drip when you think about him. You’ve been wet since the mont you laid eyes on him. And now there’s an opportunity to have the best sex of your life. Why aren’t you taking up the offer?
Catherine watched Elena’s internal battle play out across her expressive face and smiled. "So, child, would you be taking up the offer? And I believe you know that it would be worth your ti." The knowing look Catherine gave her made Elena blush even harder.
"Yes,"Elena said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I’ll take up the offer." Then, more boldly, "When should I go to his quarters?"
Her face was as red as tomatoes, but there was determination beneath the embarrassnt.
Catherine smiled warmly. "You have to go to his quarters now."
"Now?!" Elena’s voice ca out as a squeak.
"Yes, child. You have to go now. He needs to feed....the training session he had with Luna today drained him considerably." Catherine stood and placed a gentle hand on Elena’s head. "Clean yourself up, child. Then go to his quarters in the east wing."
With that, Catherine left the room.
The mont the door closed, Elena’s legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the small sofa in Catherine’s office. Her mind was racing, her heart pounding, her pussy already slick with anticipation.
He wants . He requested for specifically. But why?
The mory of his silver eyes....the way they’d tracked her every movent, the way they’d seed to see straight through her clothes to the desire beneath....flooded her mind. She felt another rush of wetness between her legs and pressed her thighs together, trying to contain the ache building there.
She stood on shaky legs, made her way back to the oga quarters, and quickly showered. She changed into a simple dress....nothing fancy, just clean and presentable....and brushed out her hair until it fell in soft waves around her shoulders.
Then she made her way to the east wing, her heart pounding harder with each step.
*******
RAPHAEL’S POV
Raphael stood by the window of his guest suite, staring out at the darkening grounds, and felt the exhaustion pulling at him like a physical weight.
The journey from the Seraphim Court to the Blackwood estate had been draining.....portal travel always was, requiring enormous energy expenditure to tear through the fabric between realms. Then stabilizing Eve’s power surge after she’d killed Zane had taken even more from his reserves. And today’s intensive training session, pushing his niece hard while also maintaining his own demonstrations of proper technique, had depleted him to dangerous levels.
He needed to feed. Urgently.
But when Catherine had brought the first group of volunteer females to his door, he’d felt... nothing. No attraction, no interest, no desire whatsoever. They were beautiful enough.....werewolf females often were, with their strength and vitality and animal magnetism...but none of them called to him.
None of them were her.
The blonde oga who’d escorted him to his room the previous night. The one with the clear blue eyes and the blush that had painted her cheeks the most delicious shade of pink. The one whose arousal had been so strong he could taste it in the air, whose fear and desire had mixed into an intoxicating cocktail that had made his incubus nature purr with satisfaction.
Elena. He’d learned her na from Catherine.....had been surprised not to see it among the volunteers, which ant she hadn’t offered herself to him. Which made her even more appealing, sohow. The idea of soone who hadn’t thrown themselves at him, who hadn’t been eager for the experience of fucking an incubus.
He wanted her. Specifically her. The clean, pure energy she radiated called to sothing in him that the others didn’t touch.
So he’d rejected the volunteers and requested Elena specifically.
And now, as the evening deepened into night, he could sense her approaching. Could feel her energy signature drawing closer to his quarters....that unique blend of innocence and awakening desire, of fear and anticipation, of nervousness and raw, honest arousal.
A smile curved his lips.
This is going to be an interesting night, he thought. A very long, very thorough night.
He heard her footsteps stop outside his door. Heard her take several deep breaths, clearly trying to calm herself. Heard the slight tremor in her hand as she raised it to knock.
Three soft taps.
Raphael opened the door and looked down at the female werewolf standing in his hallway.
Elena was even more beautiful than he rembered. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves around a face that was flushed with nervousness and desire. Her blue eyes were wide, her pupils already dilated. Her scent hit him like a physical force....arousal so strong it was almost overwhelming, mixed with nervousness and a hint of fear that only made it more intoxicating.
She was wearing a simple dress that did nothing to hide the way her nipples had hardened beneath the fabric, the way her thighs pressed together as if trying to contain the wetness he could already sll pooling between them.
"Elena," he said, his voice deliberately soft, watching the way she shivered at the sound of her na on his lips. "Thank you for coming."
"I... you requested specifically," Elena said, her voice breathless. "Mrs. Catherine said you needed... that you needed to feed."
Raphael’s smile widened. "I do. And I wanted you." He stepped back from the door, gesturing for her to enter. "Co in."
Elena stepped into his quarters on shaky legs, and Raphael closed the door behind her with a soft click that sounded impossibly loud in the suddenly charged silence.
He turned to face her, taking his ti, letting his eyes travel slowly over her body....not leering, but appreciating. Drinking in every detail. The way her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. The way her hands twisted nervously at her sides. The way she couldn’t quite et his eyes, her gaze darting away every ti their eyes t only to be drawn back monts later.
"Do you know what I am, Elena?" Raphael asked, moving closer but not touching.’’
"An incubus," Elena whispered. "Like Luna. But... but male."
"Exactly," Raphael confird. "And do you know what that ans?"
Elena’s blush deepened. "You feed on... on sexual energy. On pleasure."
"Yes." He was close enough now that she could feel the heat radiating from his body, could sense the power that pulsed beneath his skin. "Which ans that feeding is going to involve sex. Intense, thorough sex. Are you certain you want this?"
Elena looked up at him then, and despite her nervousness, her voice was steady when she answered. "Yes."
"Good," Raphael said, and his hand ca up to cup her face, his thumb brushing across her lower lip. "Because I’m going to make you scream tonight, Elena. Going to make you co so many tis you lose count. Going to fuck you so thoroughly that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow without rembering exactly what I did to you."
Elena whimpered....an involuntary sound of need that made Raphael’s cock harden instantly.
"Strip," he commanded, his voice taking on that layered quality that ant his incubus nature was rising to the surface. "Slowly. I want to watch."
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