Chapter 40
“I did,” he replies with no hesitation. His lips pull into a smile. “I knew it wouldn’t take long before they were found.”
I inch closer, knowing everything Tony said was true. Xavier is a killer…a dangerous man not to be messed with. He took two human lives without blinking an eye. But it doesn’t scare me. Not anymore.
“Why?”
“I told you, Wren, nobody hurts my family and gets away with it.”
My heartbeat echoes through my entire body, and time stands still.
I lock eyes with him and my lips part, breath hitching in my chest. Desperation to close the distance takes over, and I fling my arms around him and I stand on my toes, kissing him.
He wraps me in his embrace, picking me up and setting me on a tombstone as I fasten my legs around his waist. My heart swells in my chest and I feel so much for him.
I’m not his blood. I wasn’t even part of his plan.
Yet I became his wife, and he takes family seriously.
He is my husband and we are family—a true family.
Maybe it’s crazy, but at that moment I know he will never betray me.
I’ve never had a true ride or die, or in this case a ride or murder anyone who hurts you and knowing that he would kill for me—literally kill for me—fills me with such an overwhelming desire.
It’s wrong, and I know that. But I don’t care. And, more than anything, I’m so fucking tired of trying to do what’s right. I’ve lived my whole life scrambling for the approval of others and look what it’s gotten me.
He steps in, pressing his hips against me.
I lean back, thankful for his vampire strength to easily hold me.
Drawing his fangs, he kisses me again and I feel his cock start to harden against me.
Heat floods my body and there are too many layers of fabric between the two of us and of fucking course, Xavier is wearing another dark suit, looking like the devil in disguise.
I fumble with the buttons on the suit jacket as I kiss him, almost forgetting how to use my fingers as my mind focuses on one thing.
I get the last button undone and he straightens up, taking his jacket off. He tosses it on a cross-shaped tombstone next to us and then looks at me, fangs illuminated by the foggy red glow from the crystal.
“Wren,” he growls, tone rough with need. Tingles of desire weave their way through my body hearing him say my name like that.
“I want you,” I pant back in response, missing his lips against mine already. My hands travel down his firm chest and hover over the buckle of his belt.
“As I want you.” His hands go to my thighs and I hook my hands on his firm shoulders, leaning back as much as I can.
The air is still around us, with sounds of the night filling the otherwise silent graveyard.
He steps in, this time purposely pressing his hardness against me.
My lips part when I feel it, shuttering as my body begs to be touched.
“Have me,” I practically beg.
“I will,” he says and his tone dips thick with heat. “Not just your body but your blood.”
All I can do is bob my head up and down, eyes closing when he kisses me again.
This time it’s rough, tongue pushing into my mouth with fervor.
He slips his hands beneath me, effortlessly picking me up.
He steps back, kissing me as he turns, pressing my back against a tall, marble tombstone.
It’s cool against my skin, sending a shock to my system.
I buck my hips, pressing into the marble behind me.
His cock rubs against me and it feels so fucking good already.
It wouldn’t take much for me to come right now, and with everything that just went down, I need the release.
In a blur, Xavier moves us to a stone bench that sits under the outstretched arms of a weeping angel statue. Her sad eyes seem to follow us, but I don’t care. Hell, every single body in the entire graveyard could start to claw their way out of their graves right now and I would hardly notice.
He lays me down lengthwise and spreads my legs so one is on either side of the bench.
Then he grabs my ankles and scoots me down so my butt is on the edge.
I gasp when he reaches under my dress, pulling off my panties and tossing them on the ground next to us.
Dropping to his knees, he puts my legs on his shoulders and dives between my thighs, mouth going right to me.
“Holy shit,” I pant as his tongue lashes out over my clit. He flips his tongue up and down and then moves it in circles, stroking and rubbing me until I’m getting right on the brink of coming.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, bringing a hand up. I rake my fingers through his hair and keep a grip on him, prepared not to let him stop eating me out until I’ve come.
He replies with a guttural growl and lets his fangs scrape over the skin on my inner thigh as he turns his head.
It stings a bit, but the pain only enhances the pleasure.
His tongue runs over the welts left behind by his fangs and then he’s back to working magic on me, kissing and sucking and moving with skill and speed only a vampire can possess.
Able to sense that I’m about ready to come, he slides a hand underneath, lifting me up and bringing me closer to his mouth.
My pussy contracts as pleasure floods through me, and I ball my fingers into a fist, pulling on his hair.
Moving his head side to side, his tongue hits in the exact right spot.
My body is on overdrive, movements jerky as my system sucks in a breath, holding it until I climax.
I moan as the orgasm ripples through me, forgetting we’re outside where anyone could see or hear us.
Not stopping there, Xavier scoops me up and brings me into his lap so I’m straddling him. Every inch of him is pressing against the tight confines of his pants, and I desperately claw at the buttons of his dress shirt, needing to strip him bare and have him—all of him.
Feeling the same urgency, he stands up, keeping me in his arms. I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. He starts walking forward. I don’t know nor care where he’s going. All I care about is feeling him push that big dick inside of me.
Peeling my face off his for just a second, I see we’re in front of a mausoleum.
Xavier holds me close to his chest and kicks the door in.
It swings open, coming to a creaking stop.
He brings me inside, and I blink a few times, eyes adjusting to the dark.
Moonlight streams through an arched window, casting the shadow of a large cross on the middle of the floor.
Xavier tears a large religious tapestry from the wall and folds it in half, laying it on the floor.
He lays me down and moves over top, going between my legs.
I finish unbuttoning his shirt and yank it off him, then go right for his pants.
In a mad scramble, I get his belt undone.
He sits me up and takes my dress off and then hastily takes off his pants, pausing to look over my naked body.
There’s just enough light in here to illuminate the look on his face, and it almost does me in.
Fangs showing, he is a beautiful and intimidating man.
He might say he’s a monster instead of a man, and maybe he’s right.
Maybe vampires are monsters. Dark magic flows through their veins, moving their blood instead of a heart.
But if he’s a monster, then so am I, because the same darkness is in my blood.
I widen my legs, welcoming him between, positioning him to push inside me.
He brings himself down on his elbows, mouth going to my neck.
My lips part and I gasp, nails pressing into the flesh on his back.
His fangs go to my neck, and all it will take is one movement to have him inside me—both his cock and his fangs.
And I know once we cross that line, there’s no going back.