Chapter 41 Bash
Bash
A knock on the door wakes me, and I roll over to glance at the light pouring through the windows. I don’t normally sleep this late, but we were out until the middle of the night, staring up at the sky and talking about everything and nothing until exhaustion forced us to bed.
Xeni grunts beside me and yanks the covers over his head, burrowing deeper like a nocturnal creature avoiding the dawn. He hates getting out of bed. Morning alarms and schedules have always been more of a suggestion than a necessity, and he’s a pro at ignoring them.
I’ve always been too smitten to wake him unless it’s necessary, and today is no different.
I chuckle as I slide out from between the sheets, then pull on a pair of shorts before answering the door.
Sovran stands there, his massive frame filling the doorway. “Hello, Sebastian.” His golden curls gleam in the sunlight as he dips his chin, stoic as ever.
“Hey! Welcome back. Did you finish… whatever it was you needed to do?”
Sovran nods and stares past me where Xeni has a pillow covering his face, and Sovran's expression turns baffled. “Is he alright?”
I glance back at Xeni with a snicker. “He is… not a morning person.”
Sovran glances up at the sky. “It is no longer morning.”
“Yes, it is,” Xeni groans from underneath the pillow.
Sovran’s bewilderment grows.
“He’ll be fine, I promise,” I say as I fight a smile.
Sovran shakes his head, then focuses on me once more. “When your mate has chosen to rejoin society, I have his vehicle.”
Fabric rustles, and I glance behind me to find Xeni sitting up, hair wild and squinting against the light.
“My what?” he rasps, voice thick with sleep.
“The vehicle you left stranded in the woods on your way to Atlanta,” Sovran explains like it should be obvious.
Xeni climbs out of bed with the blanket wrapped around him like a robe, shuffling toward the door with his brows scrunched. He shields himself from the bright rays when he realizes he isn’t wearing his eyepatch.
I freeze as I wait for him to panic.
His gaze drops to the ground, but after a deep inhale that squares his shoulders, he lifts his face again. His uncertainty shows itself as he swallows, but he doesn’t hide, and my chest swells with pride.
“What do you mean, you have my vehicle?” he asks. “How is that even possible?”
A hint of amusement lines Sovran’s face as he nods toward the room beside ours. “Your neighbor remembered where he picked you up. He took me to find it.”
Xeni is full of skepticism as he glances towards the wall between our room and his. “Willingly? I didn’t take him to be the charitable sort, if you catch my drift, and you don’t seem like the type to be persuaded to do much of anything.”
Sovran’s lips twitch. “He was… encouraged.”
“Cryptic,” I mutter. “I thought that vehicle wasn’t running.”
“It wasn’t, and now it is.”
Sovran holds out a key, and Xeni stares at it before bunching his blanket into a single hand to accept it.
Xeni and I exchange confused glances as Sovran watches the sky for a long moment.
“The weather is agreeable,” Sovran says, with a judgmental flick of his eyes down at Xeni and his blanket. “You should leave after lunch. There is enough fuel to get you home, and food for your travels.”
“Um, that’s… okay, that’s a lot to take in,” I say after an awkward stretch. “Thank you, first of all, because… wow, that’s incredible. And generous? Also, how did you get the SUV running? And…”
“And what the fuck to everything else?” Xeni interjects, because that pretty much sums it all up.
Sovran chuckles as he glances between us, then pats me on the shoulder with that enormous heavy hand. “Lunch is in an hour.”
He walks away, leaving us staring after him.
Xeni’s hand thunks into my stomach, and I grunt as I turn to him with wide eyes. “What was that for?”
“Saw that,” he mutters as he ducks back into the room, and I snicker as I follow.
Weird as he might be, the guy has a nice ass.
Xeni drops his blanket as soon as the door shuts, exposing miles of pale skin as he swings his hips.
“Jealous?” I tease.
He glances over his shoulder at me with a catty smirk. “Just making sure my ass is the one on your mind.”
“Always, princess.”
He flips his hair and saunters into the bathroom, and I follow him, leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed as he brushes his teeth. He’s playful as he clocks my attention, and I love seeing him this way.
Naked and completely exposed, showing me every piece of him no matter how broken he thinks it might be.
He might not love those imperfect pieces yet, but I do, and it means the world that he’s no longer trying to cover them.
After cleaning his teeth and washing his face, he spends a few minutes brushing his hair, and I don’t move from my spot as I watch him. When he’s done, he spins in front of the mirror to check himself out from every angle.
He’s putting on a show and finally tires of dragging out the grand finale.
My arms drop as he struts closer, and I fold them around his waist as he presses into me. He leans in to kiss me, then yelps against my lips as I swat his ass.
I laugh as I scoop him up and carry him to the bed. “You’re the one that wanted your ass on my mind.”
He groans as I tug him to the end of the mattress and kneel. “We’re going to be late,” he says, but his breath is already coming faster as his knees part.
“Your argument isn’t exactly convincing. We both know you don’t take very long.”
I’m barely able to see his broad smile from my position between his legs. My palms slide up the back of his thighs as I spread him wide, pressing kisses in a path along his ass and inching closer to his hole.
“Fuck,” he whines as I lick over his entrance, and his muscles squeeze as he tries to take more. My tongue moves across his hole, collecting slick and teasing him with long, languid licks.
He’s impatient as always, needy in the way he fists the sheets and bucks his hips. He grinds against my tongue as I press it into him, and I throw his legs over my shoulders as I rise to kneel.
He moans louder as I work myself deeper. Spit and slick mix to drip down my chin as his heels dig into my shoulders. His cock lies against his stomach, weeping more slick onto the smooth skin there.
Need rushes through me, my entire body tense as I rut against the mattress like a wild thing. His taste covers my tongue and slides down my throat, and the muscles in his cock tighten like he’s about to come.
He shouts in protest as I drop him onto the bed, pulling back just before he falls over the edge, but I don’t make him wait. I stand and shove my pants to the ground and climb over him, his legs still bent as I hook them with my elbows and drive forward.
He calls my name like a prayer, and patience has long fallen away as I drive into him with loud slaps of skin.
“Who’s not taking long now?” he taunts, his cheeks flushed and lips parted.
I lean in, pressing his thighs back until his knees are almost beside his ears. Our kiss is sloppy, with lips and tongues fighting to get the upper hand. Fingers scratch over skin and teeth sink hard enough to leave bite marks behind.
I move my mouth to his ear, nipping his earlobe. “Stop arguing and come for me,” I rasp.
I drive forward a few more times, and I shudder as my release slams into me. I thrust deeper, pinning him underneath me as he moans my name. Warmth shoots between us as his cum spreads over both our skin, and the headboard thunks against the wall as I fuck him through both our orgasms.
We both pant for a moment, lips brushing and eyes locked, and I laugh incredulously when Xeni rocks his hips up, still hard.
“Insatiable,” I mutter, then gasp as he rolls us.
My cock stays inside him as his knees land on the mattress and he arches his back, riding me as I hiss from the overstimulation. He pulls off with a whine, leaving a mess of fluids on my stomach as he reaches for his cock, jerking himself and thrusting into his fist.
“C’mere, princess,” I say as I show him my tongue.
He groans as he knee-walks up the bed. “Fuck, I’m there,” he pants.
He grips his cock and points it toward my mouth, dragging the bottom along my tongue. I don’t even close around him before he draws in a hard breath, and cum shoots across my tongue and over my lips.
Xeni fucks his hand as he covers me in his release. He tilts his face toward the ceiling and pushes out a long, satisfied exhale as he sags and sits on my chest.
“Comfortable?” I ask.
Another wide grin spreads on his face as he glances down at me. “You’re a mess, darling.”
I grab him and drag his mouth to mine, and he pulls away and licks the cum off my skin before kissing me again.
“Kinky fuck,” I mutter against his lips.
He chuckles as he rolls off me and flops back onto the mattress. We’re both sprawled out and coated in filth, melting into the mattress as we catch our breath.
I gesture between us. “I blame this on you. I was ready to go eat lunch like a civilized person until you flaunted that ass in my direction.”
“Oh yeah,” he snorts with a smug grin. “You ate my ass for two minutes, then came after another two. Real civilized.”
“That was longer than four minutes,” I argue, then furrow my brow as I do the mental math and immediately regret it.
Xeni laughs as he rolls off the bed, grabbing my arm and tugging me up with him. “Come on. We need a shower, and I require a few more minutes of your time.”
I glance down and find his cock already stiffening again.
I scoff, letting him lead me toward the bathroom. “Five minutes,” I warn, trying to sound firm.
He glances over his shoulder, mischievous and absolutely breathtaking in the soft light sneaking through the curtains.
“I’ll make it three.”