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Xander

Xander was not supposedto fall for her, but that ship had just sailed. He had intended to seduce her. Right now, that was the last thing on his mind. No human or witch had seen him turn before, so in that respect, she was his first. And she found him perfect. The awe and wonder that shone in Kiera’s eyes when he stood before her as a polar bear blew him away. After he had returned to his human form, he had to fight every instinct not to claim her as his true mate. Now, she was sleeping beside him, snuggled up against his chest after she had given him her innocence, and he could think of nothing else.

It would not be enough to use her anymore.

He had to have her, to own her.

She was the one.

She made a cute little sound in the back of her throat as she slept. Smiling, he ran his hand through her hair.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. Her eyes took a while to open, and slowly tilted her head up to look at his face. “Is it morning yet?” she asked.

“Not quite. How are you feeling?”

“Sleepy.”

“Then rest.”

She kissed the side of his chest. “I will rest when I get home.” She stretched a leg over his knee, suggestively.

“And what do you want to do now?”

“Just what you said you would do to me all night…and again…and again,” she purred.

He took her in his arms, crushing her little body against his. She was so small, so fragile, so warm and soft and yielding. She lifted her head until they were face to face, slowly letting go. He pressed his lips to hers, and she moved beneath him, sighing as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.

The need within beat at his chest, demanding to be let out, demanding to claim Kiera. Xander wrestled his urges into submission. He gritted his teeth and weathered another surge. Every muscle in his body rebelled at the idea of releasing all self-restraint with her. She was still too fragile. He did not want to hurt her, not when he was her first. Convincing himself there was much more time for that, he breathed in deeply, savoring her sweet scent.

Kiera threw her head back, and he tasted the skin, nipping along her long, slender throat. Every sound she made chipped away at his control, and every time her fingers clawed at his bare back, he was one step closer to lose the battle entirely. Pressing one arm around her back, he explored her with his mouth, aware of her pulse at her neck. Her excitement had him thick and throbbing in no time. He eased his hands down her sides, exploring her curves and smooth skin. She swayed her hips, hissing and whimpering that left him wanting more.

Xander ran his hand up the inside of her leg to where her thighs met, relishing her wet heat. Her soft whisper of his name was what did him in. With that sound still echoing in his ear, he rolled her onto her back and lowered himself on top of her. He cupped her slick heat, exploring her folds. Keira came alive beneath him, eyes wild and distant as she writhed against his finger. He could not wait any longer. Raising his fingers to his mouth, he tasted her sweetness. She smiled, reaching a hand up to kiss his lips. God, she was so free-spirited, it drove him wild.

He positioned himself between her legs, then nudged against her center, letting her movements guide him inside of her at her pace. She dug her sharp fingernails into the muscles of his shoulders until he was as deep inside of her as her tightness would allow, then she gave him an attentive nod. Xander pulled out slightly, and entered her again. Out, then in. A little at a time. She moved with him, whimpering in his ear, absently saying how good it felt. He rolled his hips, and she cried out against his shoulder and clung to him, stiffening all over before shuddering in climax.

Being inside of her was too sweet to hold back. He picked up the pace, slowly at first, and when she lifted her legs around his waist, he gave himself over to the need to let go of everything he had been holding back. Pressure built up at the base of his shaft. He was close. So close. He shut his eyes tight, wincing from the mix of need and pleasure. Kiera matched his strokes with undulations of her hips, and he only allowed himself to reach his final moment of release after she came again.

He took a while to catch his breath and come back to his senses, and when he opened his eyes, he had to blink a few times to believe what he saw. Christ, did Kiera even realize she had somehow managed to levitate them three feet above the bed?

“Kiera?” he called to her.

“Yes?” she answered, groaning tiredly.

“Uh, is it you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“Look around…slowly,” he told her, careful not to make any sudden moves.

“What?” She opened her eyes slowly, then flailed her arms in a panic. “How did I—”

Before she could finish her sentence, whatever magic it was coming from her mind, it came to a sudden stop, crashing them down to the mattress.

“Wow,” he muttered, moving to her side. “That was a sudden drop.”

“Yes,” Kiera answered, looking around, intrigued by what she had done.