Chapter 12 #2
I’m overcome with the desire to have him touching my most sensitive parts.
Before I can remove his pants, Xavier strips me naked and brings me to him so that I’m sitting on his face. I grip onto part of a weight machine in front of me, breath hitching as Xavier gets right to work, licking and sucking my clit, stroking me exactly how I need to be.
“Oh my god,” I groan as coils of desire wind tightly inside me.
I arch my back, letting myself relax more onto his face.
He grips my ass, moving his head in a slow circle as his tongue does all the work.
It feels so fucking good. I could sit here all day and not ever get enough of Xavier fucking Malus.
Getting closer to coming, Xavier slips a finger inside me, going right to the pressure point on my inner wall and intensifies everything a million times.
My thighs tense and my abs contract as the orgasm hits, rippling through me, I shudder but he doesn’t stop.
Instead, he grips me tighter against him, licking and sucking with fervor, not stopping until I come for a second time.
My pussy spasms against his face and I pitch forward, holding onto the weight machine to keep from falling off Xavier.
Still reeling with pleasure, Xavier keeps a hold on my waist as I scoot down.
Stars dot my vision, and I lean forward, collapsing onto Xavier’s chest while I catch my breath.
I can feel his hard cock beneath me and even though I’m still floating high from coming twice in a row while he ate me out, my body is craving to have that big dick push inside, filling me and hitting the back wall, making me come from a different type of orgasm.
In a move only a vampire could pull off, Xavier switches positions so I’m leaning on the bench, knees on the floor. He gets behind me, grabs my waist, and slides himself in, fucking me from behind.
“Ohh fuck,” I cry out, holding onto the bench as he thrusts in and out.
He reaches around, fingers gently sweeping over my sensitive clit.
I go to push his hand away because it’s just too much, but I come again before I can.
Xavier pushes in deep and comes as well and then holds himself inside me for a moment after.
I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, and we stay locked together for another minute before he gently pulls back and spins me around, holding me to his cool, firm chest.
“I like this kind of cardio,” I pant and Xavier laughs. He brings me into his lap and kisses my forehead.
“Happy to help you workout anytime.”
I laugh again, heart fluttering in my chest. This is what I’ve always wanted, right? A dangerous man who isn’t threatened by my magic or the fact that I’ve killed more demons than the average hunter. A man who’s good looking, good in bed, and can be gentle and funny.
And maybe he’s a little twisted and his methods are unhinged, making him very much the monster I was warned about. But he’s my monster.
“Thank you,” I tell Xavier as he opens the passenger door to his G-Wagon for me.
I get in and have barely gotten my seatbelt clicked in place by the time he speeds around and gets inside.
He fires up the engine and Theo opens the rear door, glaring at me as he gets in, no doubt mad that I’m sitting shotgun and he’s not.
He might be nearly seven hundred years old, but the man is a giant baby.
Deciding to ignore him, I pull down the visor to check my reflection in the mirror. I borrowed a pink dress from Mabel that has a halter-style neckline, and we tied it so the bow hides the nasty bite mark on my neck.
The other rear door opens and I freeze, eyes meeting Devon’s. He quickly diverts his gaze and closes the door.
“You look nice,” he says, and Xavier looks at him in the rearview mirror. Tension fills the car and I reach forward to turn on some music.
“Are Mabel and Zeke coming?” I ask after a few awkward moments pass.
“They’re meeting us there,” Xavier replies and reaches over, taking my hand.
He laces his fingers through mine not only because he wants me close, but as a display of power and control.
Yeah, Devon is family and he turned him, but the rules still apply.
Touch me and there will be hell to pay. I have a feeling Devon is only to get a one-time pass for being a new vampire who can’t control himself.
I steal glances of Devon in the rearview mirror every now and then as we continue the drive into town.
He’s looking out the window, and from the outside looking in, everything seems fine.
But he’s not the Devon he used to be, and I can’t help the sinking feeling that the version of him that I knew—and was starting to fall for—is dead and gone.
We’re all rather quiet the rest of the way to the summit, which is being held in a conference room at a hotel downtown.
Xavier holds my hand the entire way there and doesn’t let go as we walk inside.
A collective hush falls over the room, and I’m greeted by flabbergasted stares from almost every single vampire in here.
The VC has always welcomed humans, but it’s pretty clear no one expected me—let alone wants me—here.
“Hello, Counselor,” Xavier says to a vampire I’ve only ever seen on TV. I’m pretty sure his name is Colin Garcia, and he’s pretty high-ranking in the VC circuit. “I’d like to introduce you to my wife, Florence.”
Colin smiles, revealing that his fangs are drawn, and offers a hand for me to shake. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Good things, I hope,” I say with a playful smile.
He laughs. “All good things. And I must say it’s great to have an ally like yourself on our side.”
“Yes, of course,” I agree, not really sure what he means other than the fact that I’m a witch. But I’m a witch with no coven connections, sorry to disappoint.
“Congratulations on the secret wedding,” Colin tells Xavier. “You picked a pretty bride.”
I literally have to bite my tongue to keep from saying something. Xavier knows me well and puts his hand on my waist.
“I am very lucky,” he agrees. “She’s the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
“That’s saying something,” Colin laughs. “You’ve been quite the womanizer over the last few centuries.”
“Hmm.” Xavier looks bored and turns to Theo. “Didn’t you have an idea for this year’s Assimilation Day you wanted to bring to the senate?”
Theo’s eyes narrow, knowing Xavier is passing Colin off on him, but he doesn’t miss a beat. Xavier and I are able to sneak away, with Devon trailing behind us. We make it halfway across the room when another vampire flags Xavier down.
“I will handle this, darling,” he tells me, lips close to his ear. “Not everyone deserves to be in your presence.”
Taking it as a nice way of saying not everyone can handle being around a witch, I nod. He lets go of my hand and looks Devon in the eyes. “Do not harm her,” he says through gritted teeth before kissing me and walking off.
“So, this is what VC meetings look like,” Devon says, pulling his arms close to his body. He’s dressed in a suit, with his hair swept back. He used to have a slight flush to his cheeks that I never noticed until it was gone.
“Yeah. It’s kinda boring.”
He chuckles. “And this whole time I thought I was missing out.”
A young vampire who I met at my last VC meeting comes over to say hi and wants to take a picture for her Instagram stories.
We make awkward small talk for a few minutes before she leaves.
Exhaling, I move over to a window overlooking the city.
We don’t have as good of a view as last time, but I welcome the distraction of watching cars drive by beneath us.
Devon, not knowing what else to do, follows me. He’s looking around and steps back, elbow knocking into my side.
“Sorry,” he says, realizing he bumped into me.
“It’s okay,” I automatically reply.
“Really, Wren, I am sorry.” His eyes meet mine and I know he’s not talking about accidentally nudging me.
“I am too,” I say slowly. “I told them you didn’t want…you didn’t want things to go the way they did...that it was your last request not to…to be changed.”
“It was? Why would I say that?” His brows push together and he shakes his head. “I don’t remember the last couple hours before, uh, the event.”
“You don’t?” My eyes widen as a bad feeling runs down my spine. I look around, knowing we need to find a quiet place to talk, which is going to be hard in a room full of vampires with supernatural hearing. “You came to see me at work,” I press and wait a beat to see if he’s following.
“I know what happened as far as the excitement in the parking lot. Xavier filled me in.”
“But you don’t remember why you were there?”
“No. The last thing I remember was being told Mabel was missing and you came home and had a plan to find her and you were holding a sweater or something.”
The trauma from being shot and almost dying could be responsible for his memory lapse. Maybe? Or could it be from being turned? I don’t know, and I suppose it doesn’t matter why Devon can’t remember.
Whatever he was going to tell me was bad—like get out of town now bad.
Pair that with Marcus Henry’s weird offer to also get me out of town…
My intuition has been one of my most powerful tools, and also one I’ve been discouraged from using.
But right now, there’s no denying that something terrible is going to happen.
And I’m not talking about the Malus family trying to get revenge.