Lycan King’s Captives novel Chapter 7

I awaken to a world of pain, my body aching as if I’ve been put through a grinder. Every muscle protests as I try to move, and I remember the events of the night before, the way Xandros’ face loomed above me when I slapped him. The fear I felt in that moment when his face twisted in anger.

As I try to move, I realize something has changed. The pain is bearable, almost dull in comparison to what it was before. He must have healed me somewhat because the throbbing between my legs and burning pain is no longer there. He also put a shirt on me, covering my naked body. Pinching the neck of the shirt, it is saturated with his manly addictive scent.

As I lay there, my mind races. Where has my mate gone? How will I survive this man as my mate? My world feels like it has spiraled out of control overnight, and now I have awoken into an alternative narrative, an alternate version of my life.

These questions are quickly pushed aside as the bathroom door opens. Xandros steps out, making me sit up abruptly, not wanting to be caught off guard around this man, this predator, and that is exactly what he is.

As I take him in, I find myself caught between captivated and petrified.

His body glistens from the shower, his muscles rippling with every movement. This man is all muscle, hard, and perfectly sculpted; it just adds to the allure of him and the primal instinct that screams at me to run, warning me he could so easily end me.

I find myself unable to tear my gaze from him, like a moth to a flame as his presence consumes me. Despite knowing I’ll be burned, I know I would still walk into the flame just to be near him. It’s an instinct that washes through me, which I relish and loathe. How one person can hold so much power over another should be illegal; the mate bond growing stronger the more I am around him makes me nervous.

One part of me knows he’ll be my undoing. That my blood will stain his hands like ink by the time he’s done with me. Another voice screams out for him, telling me that death would be a small price to pay for feeling those hands wrap around me like a warm embrace.

He leans against the door frame, watching me, and I can feel his presence. The intensity of his gaze, as he studies me while using another towel to dry himself.

“You’re awake, finally,” he states, his voice low and laced with a dominance that intimidates me to no end. I nod my head once, tearing my gaze away from him.

He steps toward me, and my breathing becomes harsher as he stops in front of me. His fingers brushing against the bite mark on my neck, and I can feel my heart racing as he continues to speak. Using his finger to tilt my chin up, he forces me to meet his cold hard gaze.

“This will not happen again, Sienna. You must learn to obey if you ever want out of this room. Do you understand?” I nod hesitantly, my mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement. Xandros is a dangerous man, and I know I need to be careful around him. Another part of me is equally defiant to him. Refusing to bow down to him, another war I can’t seem to win. Logic says shut your mouth, unfortunately that isn’t what happens.

“You can’t keep me locked in this room forever!” I snarl. His grip on my face turns painful, and his gaze flickers, eyes turning black, he laughs, a deep rumbling laugh that sends shivers down my spine.

“Oh, but I can, Sienna,” he says, his voice dripping with an underlying warning, daring me to disobey him. “You’re mine now, and you will obey me. It’s safer for you if you do.” His words linger in my mind as he lets me go and walks to the closet, tossing some clothes on the bed. I can only stare at them, my mind racing with confusion and anticipation.

“Last chance, Sienna. You disobey me, and you will never leave this room again. Now get dressed. I have to head to the city,” Xandros says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. I nod slowly, knowing I’m now trapped in a world of his making, a world full of both pleasure and pain. Once I’m dressed, Xandros seizes my arm, his grip is unrelenting, like he thinks I will dare try to outrun him.

As we make our way toward the sleek, black car waiting outside, I can feel the tension between us growing, electric and palpable. Xandros opens the door, gesturing for me to enter first, I hesitantly slide in, feeling the rich leather beneath me. He follows, and I move as far to the other side as the car will allow. Xandros growls, making me glance at him nervously.

He points to the seat beside him, wanting me closer; I stare at the middle seat, not really wanting to be closer to him. His mood sets me on edge, knowing I stand no chance with his proximity so close and his scent muddling my thoughts. My refusal annoys him because he pulls me onto his lap, his arm wrapping around my waist, holding me firmly against his chest.

“Drive,” he orders the driver, his voice dark and commanding. Xandros sweeps my hair over one shoulder, leaning so close his breath on my neck makes me shiver.

“Listen closely, Sienna,” he warns, his hand beginning to roam over my body before it grabs my hip in a punishing grip. “In the city, if you try to run, I’ll hunt you down and make you regret it.” I swallow at his words.

“And if you embarrass me by causing a scene, I’ll put you on display over my knee and spank you for the entire world to see.” I shiver, knowing they aren’t idle threats. Would it kill him not to threaten me for once? Not show me how powerless I am against him?

“Am I clear, Sienna?” he asks.

“Crystal,” I breathe when his tone shifts, promising dark things. “Good girl,” he purrs, his grip on my hip loosening when he presses his lips against my shoulder.

“However, if you behave and abide by my rules, you’ll be rewarded,” he adds.

“What do you mean?” I ask, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.

His hand roams over my body, making me gasp as he takes his time exploring every curve and contour. His breath is hot on my neck as he purrs, “You’ll find out soon enough.” His fingertips ghost over the skin beneath my shirt, making me gasp before he slips his hand into my pants and cups my pussy. My eyes instantly dart to the driver, yet his eyes are focused on the road.

“Will you behave for me, Sienna,”

I chew my lip, refusing to answer.

My heart pounds against my chest when he squeezes me, earning a startled noise from me as sparks flood me. His fingers tease my slit when his fingertips circle my clit. I slam my legs shut on his hand, only to feel the vibration of his purr against my back. His nose trails along my shoulder and neck to the back of my ear. “Open your legs for me.” I shake my head. Does he not see the driver sitting right there?

“Don’t make me tell you again, Sienna.” I turn my face toward his, his gaze dark, promising me I won’t like the consequences if he has to repeat himself. So reluctantly, I do, which he takes advantage of straight away by shoving his finger inside.

Before the shocked noise of his actions can escape me, his lips cover mine, his tongue tasting every inch of my mouth and stealing my breath. At the same time, his fingers continue to tease and torment me, dragging me closer to the edge. My hips move against his hand, unable to control the urge, my surroundings disappearing as my mind is consumed with the sensation he is building.

“See, being mine isn’t so bad after all, is it?” he purrs against my lips. I nod hesitantly. My mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and sensations. He chuckles darkly as he brings me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Just as I reach the brink, he withdraws, leaving me desperate and wanting.

“Now behave,” he orders. “And when we leave, I may just finish what I started.”

The door opens, and Xandros helps me out of the car, his arm still around my waist. As we walk into the city together, I feel I’m being led into the unknown, with Xandros controlling my every move. I can feel the weight of his possessiveness, and I know I’m in danger.

In spite of the danger and fear surrounding him, my body craves his touch, despite the consequences. It’s a terrifying and intoxicating realization, and as we navigate the bustling streets, I’m left to ponder my fate. My body aches from the pleasure he’s shown me.

As we make our way through the bustling streets, I am completely overwhelmed by the sensory overload surrounding me. Everything feels foreign and unfamiliar, a stark contrast to the life I once knew. Xandros leads me into a grandiose restaurant. The atmosphere is opulent and sophisticated, a world away from the pub where I used to work.

A poised and elegant waitress approaches us, her eyes lighting up with recognition when she sees Xandros. “Good afternoon, Your Highness,” she greets him with a graceful bow, and then, turning her attention to me, she asks, “How is Queen Carina?”

I stiffen at the mention of his wife, feeling small and insignificant, like nothing more than a dirty mistress. Xandros, however, snatches the menu from the waitress’s hand and replies in a cold, uninterested tone, “I don’t know, and I don’t care.”

The waitress chuckles nervously, her gaze finally landing on me. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you with the king,” she says, her eyes lingering on my neck for a moment too long. I can sense she is a vampire, and it sends shivers down my spine.

“Apologies, King Xandros, I didn’t mean to be rude to your… friend,” the waitress stammers, her gaze shifting between Xandros and me. Xandros’s eyes snap to mine, and I try to shrink myself in my seat. I am embarrassed and hurt by his apparent reluctance to acknowledge our bond.

“She’s not my friend,” he says slowly, his eyes piercing me instantly when my gaze snaps back to his. His expression is arrogant as he adds, “She’s my mate.”

The waitress nods, a hint of fear in her eyes before dropping her gaze.

Xandros orders, “Two of my usuals, Mara.” The waitress hurries away, and Xandros turns to me, his eyes filled with amusement. “Did you really think I would deny who you are like I’m embarrassed by you?” he asks, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

“Are you?” I question, my voice wavering. “You seem to give me a lot of rules, like you’re worried I’ll embarrass you.”

“The rules are for your safety,” he replies, his voice serious. “Speaking of rules, I have some more for you.”

He begins listing more rules designed to protect me from Carina, who he fears may try to harm me. I am to remain in my room unless he says otherwise, and I am not to speak to, or react to, Carina if we cross paths. I glance out the window.

It’s then that I spot Toby, my former boss, watching me from across the street. My breath catches, and I quickly look away, feeling even more trapped than before.

Thankfully, Mara returns with our food, giving me a reason not to sit there awkwardly, trying to avoid Xandros’s observant gaze. As she sets the plate in front of me, I thank her quickly before staring down at the plate. I’m amazed at the presentation. The dish is beautifully arranged with vegetables, some I can’t even name, having never seen them before. It also has succulent meat and a delicate sauce I’ve never tasted before. It’s exquisite, but my anxiety prevents me from fully enjoying it.

As we eat, Xandros questions me. “Tell me about yourself. I know nothing about you.”

I nearly choke on my mouthful of food. I know if he discovers who my parents are, he will kill me. So instead, I lie. “Ah, I’m nobody. I lived with my uncle and worked at a pub,” I answer vaguely. Xandros watches me intently, and I know he senses my deception.

“If you weren’t one of Mal’s working girls, does that mean that other man… what’s his name?” he asks.

“Toby,” I reply, feeling a cold shiver down my spine.

“Is he who you worked for?” Xandros growls, and I nod, glancing out the window again. Toby is gone.

“What else should I know about you?” he asks, his eyes boring into me. I shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. “There’s nothing else to know,” I lie.

“Now that is a lie,” he says quietly, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. “You know I can hear it when you lie, right? Your heart flutters oddly. I can also feel it through the bond, your deception. The bond isn’t in full swing for you. However, I’ve felt it since the moment I laid eyes on you. You might want to keep that in mind next time you try to lie to me.”

I stare down at my plate, feeling cornered. He continues. “It’s fine. I’ll let it slide this once. You will tell me eventually. If not, I have other ways of finding out.”

My stomach churns, and I try to focus on finishing my meal. “Now hurry up and eat,” he says, his tone lighter. “I want to take you shopping.”

With each step we take together, the line between captivity and desire grows more and more blurred. Just like a switch is flicked, he changes from cruel and threatening to sweet and pleasant. Being around Xandros is like dealing with someone who has multiple personalities. It sets me on edge, waiting for the next one to come forward.

After the meal, he takes me shopping, guiding me through a maze of luxurious boutiques filled with silk and velvet. Despite my discomfort, he insists on buying me clothes, even though the price tags make me feel even more out of place. I’ve only shopped at thrift stores. The thought of spending so much on a single pair of jeans, when it could pay the electric bill for six months, is incomprehensible to me.

He drags me from store to store, the price tags making me feel like I’m losing touch with the world I once knew. Each store we visit is more luxurious than the last; it makes me feel worse because I know I look out of place beside him.

“Try this on,” Xandros demands, holding up a delicate lace dress that costs more than my entire wardrobe combined. I hesitantly take it from him, wishing we could just go back to my cage, at least locked in the room, people don’t gawk and stare. In the dressing room, I slip into the dress, surprised at how well it fits, and how soft it feels against my skin, despite the lace. I step out to show Xandros, and his eyes widen in appreciation.

“You look stunning,” he murmurs, reaching out to brush his fingers against the fabric. His touch sends a shiver down my spine. I can feel the darkness within him as his eyes flicker – the seductive pull I’m powerless to resist.

As we continue, Xandros selects more for me to try on. It makes me feel as if he is dressing up a doll for his own amusement. As we float through the stores, I notice Xandros is also buying clothes for himself – dark, expensive suits that make him look even more powerful and dangerous, not that he needs the help. Regardless, it makes me feel better knowing he didn’t just bring me to buy clothes.

As we leave the store, I finally think we are returning home when he drags me into another. I fight the urge to groan. My feet hurt, I’m tired, and sick of playing dress up. He selects a stunning gown for me, the deep red fabric shimmering in the dim light. He insists I try it on, and when I emerge from the dressing room, his eyes darken with desire.

“You look like a queen,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss my neck. I shudder at his touch, my body betraying my fear as my pulse races beneath his lips. I know I should be repulsed by him, by his darkness and his control over me, but I can’t deny the strange allure he holds.

As we exit the store, I catch sight of Toby again, his eyes filled with concern as he watches me from a distance. I drop my gaze quickly. Before I can react, Xandros’s hand pulls me toward the car.

As we walk, relief fills me when I notice Toby has disappeared.

However, that relief is short-lived when Toby suddenly appears beside me, grabbing my arm. “I thought it was you,” he says, pulling me into a hug. My entire body tenses and I freeze when Xandros growls behind me. He’s so close that I can feel the heat of Xandros’s body and the sharp sting of his claws as they slice into my arm.

“When are you returning to the pub?” Toby asks, his voice desperate. Xandros answers for me, his voice cold and dismissive. “She’s not. Now, if you’ll excuse us.”

Toby steps in front of me, blocking my path. “I wasn’t asking you,” he challenges the king. Toby obviously doesn’t understand the danger he’s in. I quickly intervene, trying to defuse the situation. “The king is right, Toby. I have to go.”

I give him a pleading look, hoping he’ll understand just how precarious our situation is. He seems to catch on, his eyes flicking between Xandros and me. “I guess I’ll see you around,” he says, pulling me into a quick hug. As he does, I feel him slip something into the side of my pants – a small piece of paper. “You know where I am if you need me,” he whispers into my ear, just loud enough for Xandros to hear.

“She won’t,” Xandros snarls, his grip on my arm tightening. I watch as Toby reluctantly releases me and creeps away, my heart aching at the thought of leaving him behind.

Xandros roughly pulls me toward the car, the driver already waiting with the door open. He shoves me inside, causing me to smack my head on the edge of the door. I quickly scramble across the seat, feeling the blood trickle down from my hairline as Xandros climbs in beside me, his anger palpable.

As the car pulls away, he begins to scold me, his voice furious. “How dare you hug another man. I should have killed him.” Tears fill my eyes as I realize just how volatile my new life will be—constantly walking on eggshells around Xandros.

“Do you like him? Is that it?” he demands, his voice cold. I remain silent, knowing admitting any feelings, platonic or otherwise, for Toby would only put him in more danger.

“Answer me!” he screams, his fist slamming into the back of the passenger seat.

I jump, my eyes meeting the driver’s in the rearview mirror. The man offers me a look of pity before averting his gaze. Xandros seems to calm after his outburst, his attention turning to the window as he mutters under his breath.

When we arrive back at the castle, Xandros storms out of the car and circles around to my side. I try to slide across the seat and escape through the other door. However, he grabs me around the waist, yanking me out of the car. When he notices the blood on my forehead, he pauses and moves to touch me, his voice filled with remorse. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs. I brush his hand away.

The action seems to anger him even more, and he roughly tosses me over his shoulder, carrying me into the castle and back to our room. He throws me onto the bed, and I brace myself for what’s to come. The darkness in his eyes warns me the worst is far from over.

I quickly drop the piece of paper down the gap of the headboard on the bounce. Rolling over, I stare into the eyes of the man who has claimed me as his own.

Xandros is still raging as he glares at me, lying on the bed. He opens his mouth to say something when servants burst into the room carrying bags from our shopping trip. Xandros holds his tongue, but I can see the fury simmering beneath the surface.

I try to take advantage of the brief reprieve and climb off the bed, wanting to escape him, even if it’s just to the bathroom. Xandros growls, his gaze pinning me in place. The sound draws the attention of the servants, and realizing this, Xandros snaps at them to leave. They rush out of the room, closing the door behind them, and I’m left alone to face my mate’s wrath.

Xandros’s eyes narrow as he stares at me, his voice low and dangerous. “Tell me, Sienna, do you like him? Is that why he felt so fucking comfortable approaching you in public?”

“No, it’s not like that. He was only my boss,” I quickly reply, my voice trembling.

“Liar,” he hisses, grabbing my throat and pressing me into the bed. Fear courses through me, and I don’t even try to fight back. No, it will only worsen things. “How can you say that when I’m your mate? You said it yourself. The mate bond would prevent me from wanting to be with anyone else…” I blurt out when his grip tightens, threatening to cut off my air.

“Prove it… Prove you only want me.”

The pressure on my windpipe causes me to gasp for air. “Prove it!” he screams in my face.

His threat hangs in the air like a suffocating fog, making it impossible for me to think straight. As his grip tightens, I panic. Desperate, my hand reaches for his cock, grabbing him through his pants. Xandros freezes, his gaze dropping to my hand on him. My heart races, remembering how painful it was the last time he touched me, but I don’t know how to calm him down.

As if drawn by a magnetic force, I roll into him, burying my face in his neck. His hand sweeps across my side, and sparks ignite under his touch. “Go back to sleep, love,” he groans. Sleep is far from my mind.

“Hmm, you’re not going to go back to sleep, are you?” he purrs when my lips touch his chest, my hands claw at his skin, and he hisses when his arm wraps around my waist, tugging me closer.

“Ah, my little monster has sharp claws,” he groans, helping me crawl on top of him. I know his words should worry me, yet my sole focus is on the feel of his warm skin beneath my fingertips. His eyes glow in the darkness back at me, fluorescent, and mesmerizing.

“You woke me, so help yourself,” he purrs, positioning me above his hard cock.

“You know what to do,” he growls when an embarrassing whine leaves my lips. I wiggle lower and lift my hips, sinking down on his cock with a groan.

My teeth feel sharper, my sense of smell is heightened, and all my senses seem to be solely focused on him. My entire body buzzes with a tingling vibration that creates friction, I feel drunk on his presence. I rock my hips against him. As I move, I bite him, my nails digging into his chest. I lose myself to senses I can’t understand, nor do I care to understand them.

The taste of his skin floods my mouth, salty and addictive, making me crave more. The smoothness of his chest contrasts with the subtle roughness of his stubble when I press my lips against his jawline. The sound of our bodies moving together, the rhythmic thud of his heart, makes mine race even faster.

The bed beneath us creaks softly, the room filled with the scents of sweat and sex, and it only intensifies the desire coursing through me. The coolness of the room, the softness of the sheets, every sensation only seems to amplify the pleasure coursing through me.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know something isn’t right, that my bizarre actions should scare me. I should be worried about these changes, but I’m too overwhelmed by the sensations flooding my body to care. Xandros seems to be all my mind can focus on, him and him alone, nothing else matters. And once again, my surroundings blur into one, and so does the night.

The room is silent except for our heavy breathing, the glow of the moonlight casting soft shadows on the walls. I trace the contours of Xandros’s face, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips. His eyes, like two black pools, hold a depth of emotion that both frightens and intrigues me. I want to know every thought, every secret hidden behind those eyes.

My body trembles with fear and desire, the raw intensity of the strange sensations both threatening to consume me. I can feel the beating of his heart beneath my palm, the rhythm syncing with mine. Our breaths mingle, each exhale warm against the cool night air.

As I continue to move against him, I notice the way the moonlight dances across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones and the curve of his lips. His eyes seem to shine with an otherworldly glow, as if they are filled with the secrets of the universe. One I have found myself a part of without realizing what that fully means.

The heat of his body envelops me, and I lose myself in the sensations of our connection. I am drowning in the intensity of his touch, the way his fingers trace patterns on my skin, the warmth of his breath against my neck. The world beyond the confines of our room ceases to exist, and all that matters is the feel of him against me, the depth of our passion.

A spark that ignites with every touch, every caress.

And as the night gives way to the first light of dawn, I know everything has changed. The world as I once knew it has been shattered, replaced by a reality filled with him, desire, and an all-consuming obsession that knows no bounds, that isn’t rational.

“Sienna?” Xandros’ husky voice next to my ear makes me shiver. I groan, not wanting to wake up. His hands tug at me, and I know he is trying to pick me up, but I feel sore all over and swat his hands away, which earns me a growl. I’m disoriented and confused, and when I look at his chest, I gasp. Xandros’s chest is covered in small, red marks from sharp claws. They are deep enough to be visible and clear enough to show they were made by claws. His skin is slightly raised, the evidence of my earlier actions: deep, red scratch marks marring his skin. He doesn’t seem bothered by them. I closed my eyes, only to open them when I feel something cold press against my lips. “Drink,” he growls at me, and I shake my head, trying to curl back up to sleep.

He won’t let me, though, pulling me against him and propping my naked body up. “So disobedient,” he purrs, nipping at my shoulder.

“Drink, and then eat,” he says, pressing a glass of water to my lips. I take a sip, not realizing how thirsty I am until the cool liquid hits my tongue. I snatch the glass from him, gulping it down greedily. “Good girl,” he purrs, his hand skimming over my stomach as I drain the glass in seconds.

“I’m not hungry” I ask. My voice is hoarse and weak, even to my own ears.

Xandros grips my chin, tilting my head back as he looks at me, his eyes serious and concerned. “Your body is changing, Sienna. The mate bond seems stronger than I initially thought. I believe you may shift earlier than anticipated.” he tells me, his eyes darting to my lips, his thumb brushing over them. “You need to eat,” he states.

I ponder his words as he gets up and struts away, leaving me to process what that means; the idea of shifting petrifies me. I try to lay back down and go back to sleep.

The bed dips when he returns. “Sienna, up. You need to eat,” he snarls at me, and I groan, curling into a ball under the sheets. He rips the blanket off me, making me shudder at the cool crisp air in the room.

Ignoring my refusal to eat, he sets a tray down on the bed and grabs me, pulling me around to face the food and leaning me against the headboard like a propped-up doll.

“Stay, if you move, you’ll go over my knee,” he warns, and I puff out a breath. Like a child, much to my embarrassment, he begins to feed me, not allowing me to protest. He forces food to my lips the moment I finish chewing, preventing me from refusing. He gives me pieces of grilled chicken, steamed vegetables, and warm, crusty bread dipped in warm broth. Even when I complain I’m full, he insists I continue.

He presses another piece of chicken to my lips, and I press my lips together, feeling on the verge of exploding. I shake my head when he speaks. “One more mouthful,” he tells me, and I open my mouth reflexively, which makes him chuckle.

Relieved when he finally sets the tray aside, I try to roll away from him, he tugs me back so I’m straddling him. “Ah, transitioning Lycans are so grumpy. You’re not sleeping, not yet,” he growls, wrapping my legs around his waist. He carries me into the bathroom, exhausted, I let him do as he pleases with me. Instead, I opt to turn my face into his neck, inhaling his comforting scent.

He sits on the edge of the bathtub and fiddles with the taps, filling the tub with warm water. He adds herbs and soap to the water, making it smell strongly of lavender, rosemary, and eucalyptus. The soothing scents permeate the air, filling my senses and calming my racing thoughts as I melt into him.

Once the bath is ready, Xandros stands and steps into the water, still holding me in his arms. He maneuvers me around so I’m sitting between his legs, my back resting against his chest. As the warm water envelops us, I feel some of the tension in my muscles begin to ease.

With slow, gentle movements, he washes me, using a soft sponge to scrub my skin gently. He takes his time, paying attention to every inch of my body, massaging my aching muscles as he cleans away the remnants of the night before.

As his hands move over me, I moan, my senses coming alive and overwhelming me, making me ache for him. When his hand moves over my stomach, I grip his wrist, needing him to touch me to stop the ache. He chuckles when I guide his hand between my legs. I should be embarrassed by my actions, so demanding and whiny.

“Oh, Sienna, you insatiable little thing,” he purrs, his fingers teasing me but not entering.

“I never thought I’d see the day when I’d have to keep up with you.” His voice is seductive and teasing, making me want him even more.

“Haven’t you turned out to be quite the nymph?” he laughs, and his breath is warm against my ear. Finally, he slips his fingers inside me, and I moan at the friction he creates. It’s not enough; I crave more, his fingers unable to satisfy the aching need within me. “More,” he purrs, then nips my shoulder. “Such a greedy little monster,” he purrs.

“Please, Xandros,” I beg, my voice trembling and desperate as my hips move in time with his hand.

“I need more. So much more.”

He seems to consider my request for a moment, his fingers continuing to stroke me, driving me to the edge of madness, but still not enough.

“You’re insatiable, but so am I,” he murmurs, gripping my chin and turning my face up to look at him. He wears a wicked grin as he leans closer, his breath sweeping across my lips.

“Let’s see if we can wear each other out,” he purrs.

I moan in pleasure, his fingertips pressing on my clit as he speaks, my body already aching for his touch. He lifts me out of the bath, water dripping from our bodies, and carries me to the bed. He tosses me onto the sheets, making me bounce on the soft mattress.

“The sheets,” I say, worried about ruining them. He just smirks at me, crawling onto the bed as water drips from his body.

“They’ll be ruined either way,” he purrs, positioning himself between my legs and gripping my knees.

“Open your legs for me. Show me that beautiful pussy,” he growls, and his eyes flash wickedly. His canines protrude from between his lips. I comply, opening my legs to him invitingly, and he doesn’t hesitate to accept the invitation. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he buries his face between my thighs. His tongue slides over me, sending intense pleasure through my body.

He flicks his tongue over my clit, and I can feel the warming sensation building inside me. His hot mouth leaves no part of me untouched as he devours me. I cry out, rocking my hips against his mouth as I come, my body trembling, my back arching as the pleasurable ecstasy ebbs and flows through me. I collapse against the bed, Xandros crawls up my body and wraps his arms around me, pressing his lips gently to my shoulder. He drags me up the bed further. I feel my cheeks flush with heat and embarrassment. I press my face into his neck, breathing in his heady scent.

He gently strokes my hair, his hands still gently caressing my body as his lips move against my skin, nipping and sucking on the mark on my neck. I feel his lips curve into a smile against my skin before he pulls away, and I reluctantly open my eyes. He looks down at me, his eyes filled with the same burning desire I felt moments ago. I know no matter how much time passes, I’ll never be able to get used to the bizarre feelings this man induces.