Chapter 29 #3
“Oh, don’t worry about them. I called in Zagan as reinforcements, so they aren’t too put out by my sudden lack of interest and absence. He’ll take care of them.”
The calm in which he spoke was almost unnerving. Even as his expression and his tone stayed level, I sensed a budding explosion of something dangerous building beneath that placid surface.
“You should take care of them.”
“Like Alex took care of you?” The carefully constructed facade splintered, and for a moment, Xander looked more demon than human. “You into that fucking loser now? Hmm? All fine with touch after I showed you how to be?”
I laughed spitefully and notched my chin as I met his furious gaze. My words were barbed lies solely meant to hurt, but I didn’t care. I had to push him away. I had to keep him back before I ruined us both.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Xander,” I cooed haughtily with a rake of my eyes over his seated body. “Your little lesson was nothing compared to his. I’d hardly even call what we did a precursor.”
Fiery malice settled over Xander. He shot to his feet, making me swallow hard.
Like an agitated predator, he stalked toward the foot of the bed while I let go of my bent knees to inch backward.
My heart raced, but it wasn’t fear that fired through me.
No. It was something hotter and sinful and much more dangerous than that.
“What are you doing?” I asked low and breathlessly.
“Me?” he questioned in mocking innocence. He scoffed and curled his lip while peeling his shirt off. “You’re a smart girl. You know so much now.”
When the shirt passed over his head, his human features disappeared and were replaced by his fangs, golden eyes, and horns.
He got onto his knees on the edge of the bed.
I shifted back more as he closed in on me until my back hit the headboard.
He didn’t stop until his body was nearly between my knees and arms braced on either side of my torso.
His demonic eyes narrowed, and they bounced between my parted lips and eyes. “I’m going to fuck you like I wanted to back then. I’m going to fuck you until the only goddamn body you crave is mine.”
His mouth crushed my own in a searing, claiming kiss.
I gasped into his parted lips just as his tongue swooped in to tangle with mine.
Dizzying sparks flared to life behind my shut eyes and shot through my body.
Not a day had gone by that I didn’t miss his kiss, and as he sucked and bit my lips before shoving his tongue back in, I wondered how I’d ever managed to deny us this.
That thought quickly reminded me of why I’d done just that.
My eyes shot open, and I quickly placed my hands on his bare chest to push him away.
The demon didn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed my hands and pinned them on either side of me against the headboard while resting his lower half right between my open legs.
His massive body had me pinned in place, subject to his every whim.
While that should’ve scared me, I couldn’t feel anything past the high of his touch, his body, and his very being.
“You’re not leaving this time,” he growled. His tongue ran up the length of my throat, and he bit down right where my pulse danced wildly.
“Fuck you,” I hissed in an attempt at fighting him.
He flashed me a cocky grin. “Oh, don’t worry, Ghost. I’ll gladly let you.”
With a glance at my oversized shirt, he clucked his tongue in annoyance.
The garment immediately dispersed into nothing more than receding shadows.
My bare chest heaved at the sudden loss of my top, and the warm embers burning at my center only increased thanks to those golden eyes tracing my breasts and the tattoo above and between them.
His mouth closed around the tattoo near my cleavage. Like a wild animal, he licked, sucked, and bit all along the gothic moth design while demanding, “Does your man know I gave this to you? Does he know you were mine first?”
Mine.
I bit my lip around a groan as pleasure shook my body from the mere word uttered in such a possessive tone. He caught the sound and rolled his hips against my core to rub me through my underwear. The motion drew the sound I fought to contain from my lips.
Embarrassed to have been caught enjoying what he was doing to me, I struggled against his hold on my wrists while laughing cynically. “I was never yours.”
If the words hurt, he didn’t let onto the fact.
Instead, his grip on my wrists were replaced with shadows.
Like the day he’d tattooed me, the bindings held me immoble despite their airy design.
He leaned back on his haunches and met my stare.
Though I couldn’t hold his gaze long with his perfect fucking body inches from me.
The well-defined pecs, abdomen, and the inverted crosses inked into the area above each pelvic bone made my mouth water.
“Not mine?” he queried as he undid his pants. His hard cock was freed moments later. “Keep lying to yourself. I don’t mind. I’ll just have to remind you.”