Chapter 57
“Run, little raptor.”
Xavier’s whisper brushes my ear. I glance up at him. “Why?”
The graduation is in full swing, with students and families milling about the ballroom in the fraternity. There are tables full of food and alcohol. I’m buzzed, and June is one tequila away from dancing on the tables. It’s been a fun night.
He smiles, the expression wolfish. “Because if you don’t run, I’m going to fuck you here in front of everyone.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,” he says. “I can’t wait anymore. I’ve been staring at you, seeing my ring on your finger, and it’s done something to me.”
“You’re a lunatic.”
“No, I’m a man on the verge of having his dick buried in his fiancée’s pussy.”
I shake my head. “This isn’t fair.” Even as I say the words, my pulse quickens and my skin heats. “You’ll use your watch to find me.”
“Run.” He’s no longer smiling, and his pupils are dilated, the black shining with hunger. The hunter has emerged. “Now.”
I don’t hesitate. I turn and dart through the crowd, weaving around the guests, ignoring Ben and June’s confused expressions. At the top of the stairs, I stop and look for Xavier. He watches me, unmoving. He’s giving me a head start, and I’m going to use every bit of it.
As soon as I’m through the door, I kick off my heels and fist my skirts with both hands, racing down the various hallways and taking the stairs two at a time. There are a few crows wandering around, and they stare at me as I rush past them.
I consider running to Xavier’s bedroom but change my mind. He can easily corner me in there, and I’m not going to make this easy for him. I take off toward the chapel, the place where I first saw his scars and his wing tattoos.
My bare feet hit the marble stairs, and the coolness soothes my throbbing soles. By the time I reach the top several minutes later, I’m breathing hard and regretting all my life choices.
Thankfully, the chapel is unlocked. And empty.
I step inside and wait for my eyes to adjust to the near darkness. Using the tiny bit of moonlight streaming through the windows, I hurry down the aisle, intent on ducking behind the podium. Just as I reach the large wooden altar, a door slams shut. I jerk my head in that direction.
Xavier is there, leaning against the door, my high heels dangling from his fingers. He looks like sin made flesh. His hair is slightly disheveled, his shirt halfway unbuttoned, and his slacks wrinkled. But it’s the mask covering his face that has my pussy clenching.
“Found you,” he says quietly.
He tosses my shoes and takes a step, and then another, slowly advancing. My heart pounds harder the closer he gets. I watch him, admiring the way he moves, before darting around the other side of the podium.
His eyes narrow. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to run anymore.”
Then Xavier stalks toward me, leaving me no choice but to leap onto the altar. I sprint to the end of the wooden platform with him right behind me. Before I can jump down, he wraps his arms around my waist and yanks me to him, hard enough to force the breath from my lungs.
He spins me around to face him and grabs my throat. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, digging his fingers into my tender skin. “My fiancé will be even more beautiful with bruises on her neck and my cock inside her.”
“Oh, God.”
“This might be a church, but when I’m inside you, you’ll pray to me. Now, get on your knees, bride.”
Using his grip on my neck, Xavier forces me to kneel in front of him on the altar. The hard wooden surface digs into my knees, but the discomfort barely registers when he unzips his pants and frees his cock. It’s thick and swollen, the tip already wet.
He releases my neck to stroke himself, his gaze shimmering with lust. “Open.”
I part my lips, and he slides his cock inside, the taste of him instantly filling my mouth. He thrusts, a shallow stroke, and he closes his eyes, a moan escaping him. The sound has me squirming.
Xavier moves his hips, the motion slow and even, allowing me to breathe through my nose. I take as much of his cock as I can by relaxing my throat, but I still struggle. When I lean back, he grips my hair with both hands, cradling my skull while holding me in place.
“Don’t stop,” he grits out.
He drives into my mouth so hard I gag, and tears well up in my eyes. But I don’t stop. I keep sucking his cock, the wet noises of me choking on him loud in the quiet room.
“Fuck, Delilah,” he says on a groan. The sound is so desperate it’s like he’s praying. To me. “Look at me.”
When I lift my gaze, his eyes are already on me, staring at me from behind the mask. The effects of my arousal drips down my thighs, pooling beneath me on the altar.
“Don’t swallow,” he says.
The warning comes just before his cum lands on my tongue. I swirl it around the head of his cock while he fills my mouth, his thrusts continuing long after he’s spent. It causes some of the liquid to leak from my mouth and trail down my chin.
After withdrawing his cock, Xavier reaches down and wipes a drop from the corner of my mouth. He slides his thumb over my lips, smearing his cum on them. “Kiss the altar, and then you can swallow.”
I lean down, placing a soft kiss on the wood as the rest of his cum glides down my throat. While my head is bent and my chest is pressed against the flat surface, Xavier moves to kneel behind me on the altar, grabbing the material of my dress.
“No chains this time,” he says. “Pity.” He lifts my skirts and then tears my panties. “Open your legs.”
I spread them as wide as I can, my ass in the air. Xavier reaches between my thighs and runs a finger through the seam of my pussy, his touch eager.
“So wet for me.”
I smile at the approval in his voice. He teases me, his fingers dancing along my flesh, igniting sparks of pleasure. But that’s not where I want him. Where I need him.
“Xavier, please.”
“Sounds like my girl has finally learned how to beg.”
He lines his cock up with my entrance and pushes in, filling me, the sensation perfect. He withdraws completely and thrusts into me again, his movements slow and even.
“Faster,” I gasp.
Xavier grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me up until my back is flush with his chest. The angle has his cock driving into me harder, deeper. He reaches around to grab my throat, slamming me down on his cock again and again.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice rough. “You can take it.”
He continues to pound into me, his pace relentless, the rhythm punishing. My entire body shakes, and I grip his forearm resting on my chest to brace myself. I dig my nails into his arm when he fucks me even harder, his movements now frenzied. My orgasm is close, the pressure too much and the lack of air making my lungs spasm.
“I can feel you,” he murmurs in my ear, his mask pressed against my cheek. “Your cunt squeezing me, trying to hold onto me. Let go.”
He releases his tight grip on my neck, and I gasp. My muscles tighten as the world spins and ecstasy overwhelms my body. Xavier follows me over the edge, his release triggered by mine.
“Fuck, Delilah.”
He drives into me once, twice more before going still. We stay like that, with his arms wrapped around me and his cock buried inside me. I smile at the feeling of contentment. Of belonging.
Xavier is the only home I’ll ever need.
After several moments, he pulls out and disentangles himself from me to stand. I sit on the altar and watch him take off his mask, tuck it into his back pocket, and fix his clothing.
I pat the empty space next to me, and he shakes his head.
“Don’t move.”