Chapter 33 #3
“I don’t know what is appropriate for a political meeting. Do you have any fireproof suits so we could be ready when she attacks?” Sadly, I was not a trained fighter or soldier, or a badass woman from a book. I felt more like Scarlett, always postponing thinking until the next day.
Xavier smiled; I still could sense that he didn’t find it funny at all. “I don’t care, whatever you want me to wear,” I replied as I fell exhausted back onto the mattress.
The time with him in the bathroom, I wished it could have lasted forever.
The dress Xavier chose for me was a luxurious, gothic gown, the fabric a velvety silk in a deep, flowy wine red.
The bodice consisted of intricate, black lace embroidery cascading over the bust. The sleeves were gathered at the upper arms, tapering into sheer black lace gloves with pointed details over the knuckles.
It was nothing like me, but everything like him.
“It’s stunning, but don’t you think it is too extravagant for an event like this?”
“This dress is nothing compared to your striking beauty,” he responded and let the dress fall over me, doing up the buttons at the back. “But when my people see you in my colors, they’ll know you are claimed by me and anyone who challenges that will face my wrath.”
Face his wrath…
He turned me around, his fingers enveloping mine.
“Wait…”
“What is my love?” he asked, his voice filled with instant worry.
“I’m not wearing any underwear,” I explained.
“You don’t need any, if I plan to fuck you after the meeting, they only will be in my way,” he stated so bluntly. Absolutely shameless.
“Do you want me to be bare underneath the dress when we are surrounded by so many of your soldiers?” I asked.
I could feel Xavier imagining the scenario vividly, and he hated what he saw. He ran to the drawer and grabbed a black lace thong. I intended to take it out of his hand, but he refused.
“Let me,” he said and then he knelt in front of me, pulled up my dress and slowly slid the fabric up my thighs while his fingers grazed over my skin, igniting tremors all over my skin. Before he settled my panties in place, he pressed a kiss on my clit.
“I can’t wait to devour your sweet cunt again when it’s all over,” he murmured. My breaths were getting heavier—why couldn’t this perfect man keep his beautiful hands to himself for once?
“I can already smell your arousal.” His fingers brushed against the inside of my thigh. I was barely holding on to my restraint.
I pulled my dress down and quickly pushed him away from me. “Then you should stop smooching me all the time and kiss me down there,” I told him.
“You mean this Wonderland, right? Have you ever called that piece of heaven between your legs by its actual name?” he asked.
Now he was mocking me, he laughed and adjusted my shoes, but then his gaze was serious again.
“I wished that we didn’t need to do this.
I’ll try my best to protect you if she really attacks at some point.
Just remember, you are mine.” He took my hand in his and led us out the room, on our way to discuss the possibility of what might happen when I meet one person, I never wanted Malakai to ever face again.
Damien was already sitting on the bench, his arms crossed, waiting for us. I leaned in and kissed his soft lips, his mouth pressing against mine like he was afraid of letting me go.
“Are you okay?” I asked him. He nodded and trailed kisses along my hair.
What were you thinking with that dress, my love? How can I focus on anything else right now when you look like a fucking ethereal goddess waiting to be devoured by me?
I grinned and our lips touched again.
“Where is Malakai?” I followed up very carefully.
Damien pointed in the direction of his room, where my angel was standing.
Dressed in a white lace blouse, which only emphasized his angelic shell.
I hesitated, wondering if I should go to him, but then my feet made the decision, as if my body could not bear to be distanced from any of them.
His arms quickly embraced me, lifting my body up to kiss him.
Tears were already forming in my eyes again. All I could do was trail kisses across his entire face. I loved them all so viciously, I would die for every single one of them. I was sad that Malakai didn’t view his life as precious enough to not try risking his life every chance he got.
“I’m sorry baby, it was never my intention to hurt you. I just can’t accept that you risk your life for me. Never,” he murmured between my kisses, his fingers stroking above my upper lip. My body absorbed every contact with his skin like a mermaid in water.
“The same goes for me. I hate that this woman hurt you in so many ways, the thought of her being in your vicinity makes me sick. You are mine, and no one is allowed to hurt you.” I kissed his lips again and Malakai let his wings fall around me, like a shield from the outside.
Then I heard a gasp, and Malakai and I turned to look at Xavier.
“As much as I hate interrupting your reconciliation, Damien sensed another sliver of dark energy trying to get through our Veil. We should begin with our meeting.”