Chapter Fifteen

Xavier

Xavier was lying against the headboard on Madelyn’s bed while she changed, washed her face, and brushed her teeth. He had already changed into a pair of sweats himself, which was new for him as he usually slept naked. Since she was allowing him to stay in her bed, not that he gave her much of a choice in the matter, he wasn’t going to push it too far just yet.

He could honestly say that he was surprised that she hadn’t put up more of a fight when he told her he would be staying with her. It wouldn’t have made a difference since her life was on the line, but he hadn’t expected her to give in so easily. He guessed she understood how dire the situation was, which was good. She had only recently stopped fighting him so much, and he didn’t want to go back to that.

“So, how long were you with Isabelle?” Madelyn called from the bathroom.

He chuckled and shook his head. She was trying to make it seem like a casual question, but he could hear the bite of jealousy in her voice.

Over the last couple of hours, he had answered every question she had about shifters and his time with the Cortez family, refusing to lie or keep things from her any longer. It wasn’t what he was used to doing, opening up like that, but for her, he vowed to make the effort. It hadn’t been easy, and he had ended up telling her a lot more than he thought he was capable of.

It felt as though she had sliced him open to expose his very soul. He told her about his kills, about the torture he inflicted, and he told her a bit more about the monster hiding inside of him with the insatiable bloodlust. He had thought that knowledge would make her run for the hills, and he wouldn’t have blamed her for it, but instead, she seemed to accept it as a part of him.

It did not go unnoticed though that she tended to get a bit squirrelly whenever he brought up Isabelle, and he had wondered when she was going to ask about her directly.

“We were never together,” he replied. “Not in a relationship anyway.”

The bathroom door opened, and Madelyn stepped out looking good enough to eat. She had pulled her hair up into a messy bun, her face was freshly washed, and she was wearing short sleep shorts and a tank top with no bra underneath. Even in the dim light, he could see her nipples peeking through the thin material of her shirt, and his mouth watered.

“But you slept with her,” she stated pointedly.

He shrugged as his eyes drank her in, his sweats doing nothing to hide how much he liked what he saw. “Yeah, but it was just a way for us to blow off steam, to scratch an itch. There were never any emotions behind it. Two people don’t have to be together to fuck.”

“Maybe there were no emotions for you,” she said as she climbed into the bed and sat in the middle of the mattress, next to his hip, while tucking her feet beneath her. “But Colby said that it broke her heart when you left.”

Xavier snorted. “Colby is a fucking liar.”

“Maybe. But you also said that Colby may want to hurt me in order to hurt you. He knew you were into me before he found out you were a shifter. What if he told me about her to make me doubt this? Doubt us?”

“I’m sure he did,” he agreed easily. He wouldn’t put it past Colby to do just that. “But that doesn’t mean he was telling the truth. There was never anything other than sex between Isabelle and me, so you have nothing to worry about.”

“I’m not worried,” she said quickly, the tone of her voice giving her away.

He chuckled, not believing her for a second. “Whatever you say, Madelyn.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the blush that crept to her cheeks. “Okay, I think it’s time we talk about you marking me the way you did.”

Unable to go another minute without touching her in some way, Xavier lunged forward and pushed her down onto the bed, his hips settling between her legs. “No. No more talking.”

“Xavier,” she said seriously.

He sighed. It wasn’t that he was trying to avoid the conversation. He just didn’t see the point of it. He already told her why he did it, and there was no taking it back. Besides, there were other things that he wanted to do much more than talk, like burying himself in her tight little pussy.

“It’s already done, so there’s not much to talk about, is there, little dove?”

“Yes, there is. I only said that I would give this a shot. But you went and marked me, something you claim is permanent. Why?”

“Because you are mine,” he said simply. “And you will always be mine.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “So, I don’t get a choice in the matter?”

“You would have chosen me anyway. I just skipped past all the bullshit.”

“You don’t know that for sure.” Despite her words, she wrapped her arms around his neck while worrying her lip in between her teeth. “I could still change my mind about us.”

A grin spread across his lips as he shook his head and nipped at her jaw. “No. You couldn’t.”

He watched as her lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes bouncing between his. He was silently daring her to deny what they both already knew to be true. She couldn’t change her mind about him any more than he could change his about her. The fact that she was still trying to do so was irritating.

Thankfully, she seemed to think better of fighting him on it. She sighed heavily. “Well, no, I couldn’t. Not now—you made sure of that,” she relented softly as he began trailing kisses down the side of her neck. He loved the moan that came out of her because of it. She was always so receptive to him, and it drove him crazy, knowing that he held all the power. “Are we crazy? I mean, this is… this is so unconventional.”

Lifting his head, he met her eyes. “Yes, we are absolutely crazy. But who the fuck cares? This here”—he motioned between the two of them with his hand—“it’s between us. No one else. Now, are you done with all the questions? I’d like to get back to what I was doing.”

With an adorable giggle, Madelyn nodded, and he crushed his lips against hers. His dick hardened as his hand slid down her body, and he gripped her breasts, her hips, her ass, anything he could get his hands on. It didn’t matter how many times he touched her, it would never be enough. She was the only one who could tame the beast inside of him and bring him to heal. As startling as it was, he realized that she might actually be the one with all the power because, until now, no one had been able to silence the bloodlust that ran rampant within his mind.

A whisper of a moan escaped her lips as her fingers tugged on his hair, her back bowing against him. The restraint he had on the monster within him snapped, and he growled low before pushing himself off of her.

Madelyn dropped back to the bed, her chest heaving as she tracked him with her eyes while he climbed off the bed and crossed the room to his bag, which was sitting on the bay window.

“Xavier, what are you?—”

“Patience, little dove,” he crooned. “I have a little surprise for you.”

He dug inside his duffel bag, letting several things spill over the sides of it and onto the bench seat, until he found what he was looking for. A mischievous grin played across his mouth before he returned to the edge of the bed, setting the items on the mattress and stripping out of his sweats.

“Take your clothes off and move up toward the headboard,” he demanded, his voice low.

She blinked at him for a moment before scrambling to do as she was told. She yanked her shirt up over her head and shimmied out of her shorts before tossing them both onto the ground and then moving up toward the headboard. He climbed back onto the bed, straddling her thighs with his belt in his hands.

“Give me your wrists.”

Once again, she did as she was told and held her wrists out toward him. His lips quirked up at the side as he folded the belt into a figure-eight and slipped it over her hands. He pulled the strap, tightening the make-shift restraint onto her wrists, and then secured it to the headboard. When he was done, he gave it a firm tug to make sure that it would hold.

Sitting back, he admired the view of her all trussed up and ready for the taking. With her arms tied up over her head, her breasts were pushed out, rising and falling with every breath she took and just begging to be sucked on. Her silky hair was fanned out on the pillow, framing her beautiful face. She was the picture of perfection, and she was all his.

He trailed his fingertips down her outstretched arms and watched the goosebumps rise on her flesh. “Fuck, Madelyn, you are so damn beautiful, baby.”

“Xavier,” she gasped, squirming beneath his touch.

“Patience,” he soothed, his fingers continuing their exploration. “This is the first time you’ve let me in your room willingly. And I plan on taking full advantage of that.”

Reaching over, Xavier picked up the second item he had pulled out of his bag, a small black box. He winked at her as he opened it and pulled out what was tucked inside before discarding the box on the ground. The metal was cool against his overheated skin, and the deep purple gem glinted in the soft light of the room. He held it up so that she could see it.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked, thoroughly enjoying the way her eyes widened at the sight of the butt plug in his hand.

She licked her lips and nodded hesitantly. “Yes, but?—”

He rubbed her thigh with his free hand reassuringly. “Relax. It’s just a small one.”

As he spoke, he began running the plug down her chest, between her breasts, and over her stomach slowly. He could tell that she was holding her breath as if nervous or scared. Knowing that he needed to get her to relax, he brought it down further and began circling her clit with it. She gasped, her arms tugging on the restraints, as he shifted to settle himself between her thighs, holding them apart.

“I want to take your ass, little dove,” he told her simply. “I want to claim every part of you. Have you ever done that before?”

She shook her head, nearly making him groan knowing that he’d be the first one to claim her ass.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so. Which is why I brought this,” he told her. “If you are going to take my cock, we need to work our way up to it. But again, we are starting small.”

Gently, he pushed the plug into her pussy, soaking it with her arousal. Her breath caught in her throat as she attempted to close her legs, but his position wouldn’t allow her to do so. He continued to pump it in and out of her a few times, taking his time and allowing her to get used to the feel of it inside of her. When it was fully lubricated, he pulled it out of her and moved it further down to her puckered hole. Her whole body stiffened, and her eyes flew open.

“Xavier, w-wait,” she stammered.

“Easy, little dove,” he soothed, gently pressing on her lower abdomen to keep her still. “Do you trust me?”

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips before she gave him a quick nod.

“Then believe me when I tell you that you can take it. I’ll take it slow. I just need you to relax for me. Think you can do that?”

She gave him another small nod. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” she breathed as her muscles began to ease beneath him.

The corner of his lips tilted up, and he applied a little pressure to the plug. The end pushed through the tight ring of muscles, causing her body to tense again.

He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. “Relax, Madelyn. Breathe. I’ve got you.”

Giving her a moment to adjust and get used to the intrusion was pure torture for him. He wasn’t usually a gentle man, he didn’t take things slow, but the thought of hurting her made him sick to his stomach. He wanted her to enjoy this just as much as he was.

When she was as relaxed as she was going to get, he pushed the plug the rest of the way in with a groan. “Good girl,” he praised.

Madelyn’s back flew off the mattress, her lips pressed into a thin line. The leather of the belt strained against the metal posts in the headboard. He dropped his head, kissing up her thigh and along the length of her body. When he reached her lips, his tongue dove into her mouth as his hand came up and collared her throat. She continued to squirm beneath him, no doubt trying to get used to the plug in her ass, and he tweaked her nipple to add to the sensation as he lined himself up with her pussy.

When she moaned into his mouth, he couldn’t wait any longer. He thrust into her in a single move and growled loudly at the feel of it. Even though it was a smaller plug, he could still feel it pressing against his cock. They were definitely going to have to work her up to be able to take him.

“Fuck, Xavier,” she moaned. “So full.”

“You can take it, little dove,” he ground out through clenched teeth.

He began picking up the pace, slamming into her harder and harder as he lost himself completely. His grip on her throat tightened as he kissed her. Madelyn tried to reach for him, but the restraints held firm, and the sight of her completely at his mercy was like a dream come true. He could do whatever he wanted to her, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

The bedframe shook with the intensity of his thrusts, and Madelyn’s moans grew louder. The fingers on his hand pressed against the pulse of her neck, feeling the rapid beat of her heart patter against his fingertips, matching his own. Her walls began to tighten around him, along with the increased pressure of the plug, and his hips snapped against hers as he chased the high. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as sweat began to bead along his lower back.

Time stopped meaning anything to him as he lost himself in Madelyn’s body. His lips moved from her neck to her chest, once again marking her with hickeys and soft little bites. Deciding he wanted a different angle, he pulled out of her completely, making her whimper, before he grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her belly.

Madelyn scrambled onto her knees the best she could without the use of her hands, and he slammed into her again, making her cry out as her hands gripped the bars of the headboard. His palm collided with her ass hard, and her walls gripped him tightly in response. He groaned and smacked it again.

With the deeper angle and the sight of the plug in her ass, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He reached around until his fingers found her clit, and he began circling it with heavy strokes.

“Oh, fuck,” Madelyn gasped as her walls began to quiver around him.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me.”

With a few more thrusts, she screamed his name as she came around him, her pussy clenching tightly. He slammed into her hard and came right alongside her with a roar. He felt every pulse of his cock as he emptied himself inside of her.

Pressing a soft kiss to her sweaty shoulder, Xavier reached forward and quickly released her from the belt. He pulled out of her and gently pulled the plug out before he collapsed onto the bed, gathering her into his arms. He lifted her wrists to inspect them, grateful that the skin was only a little red.

“Are you okay?” he asked her.

She looked up at him, a small, exhausted smile on her swollen lips. “I can’t feel my legs, but yeah. I’m pretty great.”

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head before laying her against his chest. He had never actually slept next to someone else before, and he had thought it would be difficult for him to let his guard down enough to fall asleep. But holding Madelyn in his arms, listening to her breathing deepen as she drifted off herself, he quickly found himself relaxing, and his eyes began to close of their own accord.