Chapter 7 #2
Marie said the universe unfolds as it should.
Was this all part of the plan? I never would have crossed paths with the Malus vampires any other way.
My heart swells in my chest as I further melt against him, hands sliding from his neck down his chest, not stopping until I’m awkwardly fumbling with his belt.
I lean back and he holds me, keeping me from tipping out of his arms as I undo it, pulling the leather from the buckle.
We’re in the park—in public—but that thought is lost on me.
It’s late, and it’s quiet, and right now, I don’t care about anything other than getting as close to Xavier as I possibly can.
Heart hammering, I look up at Xavier for a beat before locking back down, pulling the belt completely free from the loops.
I drop it on the ground next to his suit jacket and grab the hem of his shirt, untucking it.
Unable to wait any longer, Xavier stands with me in his arms. My legs fasten around him and he advances, kissing me in a fury and sliding his hands down my body. He squeezes my ass and pulls me closer to him. His hard cock presses against me, and I arch my back to push myself closer against him.
The energy ball grows brighter as my desire deepens, and then explodes, raining tiny bits of energy around us. Xavier draws his fangs, moving his mouth to my neck. Unable to resist him any longer, I start undoing the buttons on his shirt.
Moving with vampire speed, Xavier gathers up our stuff and speeds across the park, going into a white tent that’s in the process of being set up for an art festival happening this week.
It’s covered on all four sides, and locked boxes of merchandise line one side.
Xavier sets me down in the middle of the tent and grabs a drop cloth that’s covering a statue.
He folds it and spreads it on the grass, and then flattens his suit jacket over top, giving us more cushion.
Enveloping me in his arms again, he kisses my neck as he unties the sweatshirt that’s still around my waist. Goosebumps break out all over my body as he gathers the material of my top, bringing it up over my head.
I raise my arms, allowing him to strip me bare.
He kisses me again, and then puts his lips to my neck, fangs scraping over my skin.
I moan softly, shivering from the sensation.
I run my hand over his muscular chest, trailing my fingers along the buttons on his shirt, along the waistband of his pants, and over his cock.
He moans at my touch, kissing a trail from my neck along my collarbone. I put both hands on either side of his head, curling my fingers in his hair, and urge his mouth to my breasts.
“Wren,” he groans, letting go of me for a brief second to widen his stance.
I step in closer, eyes closed and heart racing.
I pop the button on his pants, the force of his big, hard cock pushes the zipper down on its own accord.
He lets out a moan when it’s freed, and I glance down, looking at the glistening tip that’s sticking out over the top of his boxers.
I pump my hand up and down Xavier’s cock as he bends his head down, running his tongue over my earlobe. I shiver, though I’m far from cold.
His fingers sweep down my back, trailing along my spine, mouth to my neck again. He kisses and sucks at my skin, somehow not breaking through with his fangs. He finds a sweet spot, one that sends tingles through my body, making my pussy pulse with anticipation for his cock.
Suddenly, it’s like I’m standing here naked in front of Xavier for the first time all over again. I’ve bared everything to him; not just my body but my soul. And he’s done the same to me. We both have darkness in us, a drive to protect who we love no matter the cost.
And we’re still here, still standing together anyway.
Somehow I manage to get the rest of the buttons on his shirt undone, and he hooks his fingers into the waist of my pants, pulling them down. I hold onto him as I kick off my shoes and step out of my remaining clothes.
I push his pants down, he kicks them off and pounces on me again, hands wrapping around my waist. My breasts heave in his face as he picks me up.
Wrapping my legs around him, I bend my arms and rake my fingers through his hair.
Xavier moves us forward, pressing me against a large wooden box.
We’re in the park. The tent isn’t locked, obviously.
Anyone could just walk in and find us. But I don’t care.
If Xavier stops, my body won’t be able to handle it.
Xavier drops to his knees, urging my legs apart.
Starting at my calf, he kisses his way up my thighs, his touch getting rougher the closer he gets to my core.
His fangs scrape over me, breaking my skin just enough for the tiniest bit of blood to rise to the surface.
He licks it off and my breath quickens, heart close to beating right out of my chest. His lips settle on my lower abdomen, right above the elastic in my black panties.
With a devilish look in his eye, he glances at me for a second, and brings his mouth over me, breathing a tease through the fabric of my underwear.
Closing my eyes, I bring my head back against the boxes behind me.
Something inside rattles and falls over, but neither of us stop.
Xavier slips his fingers around the side of my panties and brings them down.