What the actual f**k is happening?)
Our eyes never left each other.
Not for a second.
Coach kept talking, oblivious, gesturing at Raphael like he was showing off a prize horse. “Raphael’s been training with elites up north. He’s got speed you pups can only dream of, and he shifts clean..no half-assed partials. He’ll be running point on offense drills from now on.
“Luna, you’ll pair with him for the next set of sprints. Show him how we do things here. Caleb..” Coach shot him a warning look “..you stick with Jax’s group. Keep it clean.”
I barely heard any of it.
Raphael’s gaze hadn’t wavered. It was like he could see every filthy thought flashing through my head. Like he knew exactly what I looked like on my knees last night, choking on c**k and begging for more. Like he could smell
