Chapter 21 #2
“You went about things in a different way than I would have preferred,” he starts, saying each word patiently. “If it were anyone else, Wren…” His lips go to my neck again. “I haven’t felt the sun in seven hundred years, but being next to you, I remember what it feels like.”
My breath hitches in my chest and I turn so I can kiss him.
Our arms tangle around each other and Xavier lays back, pulling me on top of him.
Desire floods my veins and I feel so much for him right now.
I’m straddling him, and his hands slip under my shirt, making me gasp from his cold skin against mine.
He’s dressed in another suit tonight, and the man knows what works for him.
He doesn’t just look like an old-timey ganger, he has the balls to back it up.
The jacket is off, but there are still too many layers between the both of us, and I desperately undo his belt.
I get the button undone on his pants and he grabs my wrists, pulling my hands up to his shoulders.
In a graceful move, he picks me up, speeding around to the other side of the koi pond, and sits us down on a bench.
I’m straddling him, rubbing myself against his hardening cock.
His large hands settle on my waist, bunching up my sweatshirt and I hook my arms around his shoulders, rising up on my knees so he can pull my shirt off.
I’m wearing a thin red bra, nipples visible through the lace.
“You are so beautiful,” he growls, mouth going to my breasts the second he pulls my bra down.
I rock my hips against his, getting wetter and wetter as he flicks his tongue, circling my nipple.
Holding onto him, I arch my back and let my head fall to the side, eyes fluttering shut.
Bright stars dot the sky above us and a soft breeze blows through the air, bringing with it the scent of cut grass and a mix of flowers from the garden. “And you are mine.”
There is something so fucking hot about hearing him say that. Inhaling, I press my fingers into his shoulders and bring my head down, forehead against his. I can see his fangs glinting in the starlight and I bring a hand up to his face, fingers landing on his cheek.
He could rip me to shreds in seconds. He is stronger. Faster. We’re not equal in that way. But our differences don’t make me lesser. Sitting here, staring into the eyes of a killer—my killer—I know there is no one better matched for me than Xavier Malus.
Slowly, I bring my finger to his lips and then touch one of his fangs.
He locks eyes with me and gently presses the tip of his fang into my finger, hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to break through the skin.
He lowers my hand and kisses me before standing up with me in his arms. He sets me down and spins me around.
One hand lands on my shoulder and he pushes me down so I’m slightly bent over, gripping onto the railing surrounding the little pond.
His splayed fingers slowly trace down my spine and then he steps forward, gathering my hair into his other hand.
His cock presses against me and I close my eyes, body humming with anticipation as he slides his hand forward along my side, moving slow on purpose to tease me.
Unable to wait any longer, I push his hand inside my pants and gasp when his long fingers sweep over my clit.
Moving with expertise, he keeps working his fingers until I come.
I grip the railing, legs shaking as wetness spills from me, soaking his hand.
He grips my hair tighter and presses his cock harder against me. “Be a good girl and take off your pants,” he growls in my ear.
Not sure how I’m going to keep from falling on the ground as my body is still reacting to the intense orgasm, I fumble as I one-handed pull my sweatpants down. They slide down to my feet once I get them to my knees, and I grab the railing again, holding on for support as I step out of them.
I’m fully naked, standing here in the dark garden.
And Xavier hasn’t lost a single article of clothing—yet.
Sucking in a breath, I spin around and drop to my knees.
Xavier lets out a grunt and widens his legs, keeping a hold of my hair.
I undo his pants and pull them down, freeing his large dick.
Licking my lips, I look up at him, eyes open, as I take him as far as I can into my mouth.
Then I get to work, gagging as I suck his cock.
I cup his balls with one hand and use my other to slide up and down his thick shaft.
Right before he comes, he stops me, bringing me to my feet again.
I turn around, looking behind me as he lines himself up, and enters me from behind.
I cry out in pleasure, holding onto the railing as he fucks me.
He brings one hand to my front, fingers gently moving over my clit in rhythm to his thrusts.
It doesn’t take long before I come again, and this time, if it wasn’t for him holding onto me, I could have fallen.
He gives me a moment to catch my breath and then moves back to the bench. I straddle him, sinking all the way down so his cock fills every inch of me. Tightly wrapping my arms around him, I move my hips in a circular motion. He grips me tight and bends his legs up, hitting me at a new angle.
“I’m so close,” I pant, letting him know, though I’m sure he can tell.
My body tenses and I dig my nails into his skin, moaning loudly as I come.
He comes too, fangs pressing into my neck.
The pain paired with pleasure intensifies the orgasm and my entire body shudders.
Xavier sucks a mouthful of blood as his cock pulses inside me.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, collapsing against him.
He keeps his mouth over the bite wound for another minute and then puts his fingers on it, applying pressure to help the little punctures clot faster.
We stay locked together, and I rest my head against him, eyes falling shut.
Xavier runs his fingers up and down my back, and if it wasn’t for the damn bugs, I could happily fall asleep here, naked on his lap in the middle of the garden.
“Let me bring you inside,” he whispers and carefully helps me up. We both get redressed and he holds my hand all the way inside.
“All my stuff,” I start, heading toward the kitchen so I can get a drink. “It’s in your room?”
“Our room,” he corrects. “You are my wife and now that we’ve consummated this relationship, I assumed you’d want to share a bed with me.”
I let out a snort of laughter. “Sorry, that was just so formal. And yes, I do. I like being next to you. I feel safe.”
“You are safe when you’re next to me.”
Smiling, I get a drink and then we go upstairs so I can shower. Xavier kisses me and says he’ll be back in a few; he has to do something for work. It’s the middle of the night, but it’s prime business hours for vampires.
I brush my teeth after I shower, still feeling relaxed and satisfied from sex. With the towel still wrapped around my hair, I get into bed, prepared to finally lay down and mindlessly scroll.
“Knock-knock. Are you decent?”
I look up and see Theo standing in the doorway.
“Xavier is downstairs working,” I reply.
“I know. I came to see you.”
I purse my lips. “What do I owe the pleasure?”
“I wanted to tell you that you’re a fucking idiot sometimes, but,” he pauses and glares at me. “I admire your bravado. You put yourself at risk for the sake of the family today.”
“Wait. Can you repeat that?”
“Of course: you’re a fucking idiot.”
“No, the second part.”
Theo makes a face. “I said what I said. Once.”
I tap the side of my head. “I’m going to replay it over and over and make an entry in my diary: on a warm Friday night in early June Theo Malus gave me a compliment.”
“You’re so immature.”
“Takes one to know one.”
He flips me off and leaves the room.
Chuckling to myself, I turn off the light and settle down into bed. I’m still mindlessly scrolling when Xavier comes into the room, moving silently.
“You’re still up,” he notes, stripping out of his clothes.
“I was watching abandoned amusement park videos. My white whale is hunting monsters at one of these places. It would be so fun!”
“I really like your idea of fun,” he says seriously and climbs into bed next to me. “Are you hungry?”
“I don’t feel like making anything.”
“You can have the chef make you something.”
“He’s here?” I ask.
“No, but he’s on-call all the time.”
“You mean to tell me I could be calling someone at three AM to make me an egg salad sandwich?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Wow. But I couldn’t, I would feel bad. But you’re right, it’s his job.
And he only cooks for one person and I’ve had dinner outside the house several times lately.
Man, he has an easy job.” Yawning, I flop back against the pillows.
“I’m too tired to wait for an egg salad sandwich.
Unless there are freshly boiled eggs in the fridge, it will take a while.
I’ll have an omelets in the morning.” I put my phone down and roll over, hooking one leg over Xavier.
He wraps me in his embrace and I snuggle as close as I can.
My feet are cold, and he has no body heat to offer.
Maybe I can convince him to let me get a dog.
“Goodnight,” I tell him, feeling sleepy already.
“Goodnight, Wren,” he says back and kisses my forehead. My eyes fall shut and my mind goes back to thinking about how different things could have been if different choices had been made. Things are a mess, but I wouldn’t be here, feeling this loved and protected, if anything else had happened.
My life changed so quickly…it makes me terrified that it can change again. And not for good.