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THIRTEEN

Alexia

Oh, fuck . I can’t believe I just admitted that to Xander. That he’d be the only one who’s ever put his mouth on me. But it’s true. I’m no virgin, but no one has ever gone down on me before. Most of the guys I’ve been with have been selfish, taking what they wanted with barely a cursory did you finish when I’m not even sure they knew where the clit was. None of them made me feel comfortable enough to allow them to put their mouth on me.

But it’s the exact opposite with Xander Slade.

I pull on his hair until he glances up at me. “Don’t take it easy on me, Xander. I need you to give me exactly what you want, exactly how you want. Okay?”

He places a kiss just below my navel, pulling away with a wicked smile on his face. The gleam in his eyes tells me that I’ve awoken the beast that sleeps deep inside of him. The wolf that goes primal during the full moon. It takes until it is satisfied, giving into all its sinful desires. And that is exactly what I want.

I need Xander to devour me.

He guides my leg to his shoulder. “That’s it. Open up for me, pretty wolf.”

The chill that runs down my spine is joined by the sensation of him dragging his finger through my center. He lifts his wet fingertip and brings it to his mouth. I watch in awe as his eyes flutter shut and a low hum rumbles through him. Holding my gaze, he dips his head and runs his tongue all the way through my slit, his beard tickling my inner thighs.

My sharp intake of breath and the way my back arches off the blanket beneath me is so unexpected that I think I surprise even him. But he doesn’t skip a beat. I feel him smile against me before sucking my clit. Hard.

“Oh my god,” I groan, rolling my hips and pressing harder against his face. I’m almost afraid I’ve moved too much and nearly suffocated the man when I hear a groan of satisfaction leave him. A groan that is muffled because his face is buried so deep between my legs.

He circles his arms around my thighs, holding me down while he continues to work me over. I pull at his hair while my breaths become quick and shallow. I’m racing for the edge, preparing to dive off the side. My body wants to freefall while Xander tumbles into an abyss of pleasure with me.

“That’s it. Give me every drop.” He slides his fingers inside of me, curling them until he hits that spot that drives me wild. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

I want to be his good girl, do what he’s telling me to do, but at the same time, I don’t want this feeling to end. It’s too good, too perfect. It’s everything I’ve ever imagined pleasure with another person should feel like and everything I’ve never been able to reach before.

But when the sound of his tongue truly eating up every drop of my arousal echoes through the silence, I come undone.

“Xander,” I groan, with no regard for the volume of my voice, no care that there could be another person around listening to us.

Honestly, let them. It just turns me on more.

He doesn’t let up. His fingers ease out of me, replaced by his tongue. He drinks me down as his thumb sets to work, drawing circles that send me barreling toward another orgasm.

I swear this man is receiving just as much pleasure as I am. It’s a strange notion. How can he be just as turned on as me? His hips are grinding into the bed of the truck, and he shows no sign of wanting to stop and take care of himself. Something tells me he would be just as content remaining between my legs. And goddess, I want him here.

The second orgasm that rocks through me leaves my muscles aching. My entire body goes limp. Like Xander knows what I need, his tongue moves in languid strokes over me, each lick sending a sizzle of electricity through me. This is what they meant when they coined the phrase turned on . I’m alight for Xander.

My entire body twitches, suddenly so sensitive that I’m afraid I’ll be gearing up for a third orgasm if he doesn’t stop touching me. But I don’t want him to stop. It’s actually terrifying how much I like his hands and mouth on me.

“You okay, baby?” he asks, interrupting my thoughts as he moves up my body, kissing my bare stomach before lowering my shirt, then kissing across my collarbone and then finally up to my lips. And when he kisses me, I taste myself.

I don’t even get to answer his question. The semblance of control I had and the fatigue I’d been feeling disappears, and I snap. I’m ravenous for him. Sitting up without breaking our kiss, I open to him and press my palms to his chest, pushing him backward so I can straddle his waist, groaning when I feel his erection straining against his zipper.

“Please, Xander. Let me touch you,” I beg against his lips.

“You don’t have to beg. Take what you want from me.”

If only he understood what those words do to me. For days, he has consumed every corner of my mind. I know another should be dwelling there, but it’s him. And now, he has offered himself up to me like a sacrifice. I plan to take his offering and indulge in it.

Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, I lift it up his torso. Every muscle is beautifully defined. My fingertips tingle with the need to trace the dips that run along his chest and abs. The tattoos that sweep over his chest and run along his side are spectacular. One day, I plan to spend hours studying them, but tonight, I want my hands on the man below me.

Xander raises his arms over his head, allowing me to undress him. I don’t hesitate to drop my mouth to the bottom of his sternum. His skin tastes like sweet spice with a hint of something woodsy. I drag my tongue over him, unable to get enough. It should be a crime for a man to be so addicting in every way.

He brushes my hair to the side, watching as I create a trail of kisses and licks over his stomach and chest. “That tongue of yours is going to be the death of me, Alexia,” he says, his voice gruff with desire.

I look up at him through my lashes without stopping my journey over his skin, merely giving him a wink before popping the button on his jeans. He groans and squirms underneath me, but I don’t stop. He gave me permission to touch him, to take what I wanted, and I’m going to do that until he tells me he doesn’t want me to anymore. And based on what I see when I pull his cock from his boxer briefs, he definitely wants me to.

“Fuck,” I blurt. I knew he was big from touching him over his clothes the other night, but this... this is different. I’ve never seen anything like Xander Slade in my entire life. And I don’t know if I can take him the way I want to.

He smirks, pushing my hair out of my face and tipping my chin up to look at him. “What is it, baby?”

“You’re... I mean, I don’t want to sound like that person , but you’re huge, okay?” I say, a laugh slipping through my lips.

Thankfully, he joins me, making me feel better about losing my cool. But then, he takes my hand in his, wrapping it around his shaft. We take in sharp breaths in unison as I grip him in my fist and begin to pump him.

“Just do what you feel comfortable with, Alexia. This right here would be enough,” he says.

I chuckle and my tongue darts out to wet my lips. “It’s cute that you think that.” And with a deep breath, I dip my head and wrap my lips around the head of his cock. I revel in the way he hisses and gathers my hair into a ponytail at the back of my head, and that empowers me to slide my mouth further down, swirling my tongue around his shaft.

The way my lips stretch around him and the tip of him touches the back of my throat only urges me on. Everything about this man is overpowering. I love the way it feels to be at his mercy as he thrusts his hips and pushes deeper into my mouth. I’ve never thought of myself as being someone who likes being dominated. I’ve always wanted to have some control. But not tonight. I want him to take over, to bend me to his will.

“This sweet little mouth was made for my cock, Alexia. You are so pretty when you try to take me deeper.”

I come off of him with a pop, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Lay me down and fuck my mouth, Xander.”

All expression drains from his face, and I question if I’ve crossed a line. He was giving me the vibe that he liked things a bit wild. Maybe I read him all wrong. I open my mouth to apologize, but the words never leave me.

Xander sits up and wraps his hand around the back of my neck. He squeezes as he pulls me so close our lips brush as he says, “You want me to fuck this pretty mouth?”

Relief washes over me, and I nip at his bottom lip. “Yes. Please. I want to feel every inch of you down my throat.”

“I’m going to punish you for those dirty words.”

The threat does nothing but turn me on more.

“Go ahead. I welcome it,” I say, and before I can even finish the sentence, he jerks the blanket, with me on it, all the way to the edge of the truck bed. I squeal as he spins me around with zero effort, as though I weigh no more than a sack of potatoes.

“Be careful, little wolf. You might just bite off more than you can chew,” he says. “Hang your head off the edge of the bed. You want me to fuck this mouth? I’m going to do it right.”

I clench my thighs together at the commanding tone he’s taking with me. It’s exactly what I want. I’ve never wanted this with a man before. Ever. But with Xander, it’s everything .

I scoot to the end and hang my head like he said, my hair cascading down like a waterfall. He aligns my mouth to where his cock is waiting, hard and glistening both with his arousal and my saliva from before.

“You sure this is what you want, Alexia?” he whispers, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my temple.

“Absolutely,” I say, appreciating the care he’s taking with me, but not needing it. What I need is him. Now.

He places his hands on either side of my face and whispers, “Open for me.”

I do and he glides into my mouth with one long stroke. If I thought I was taking him deep before, I’m put to shame. He works his length inside with gentle thrusts until tears well in my eyes. And when he holds himself deep in my throat, cutting off my next breath, I go lightheaded.

He places my hands on his jean clad thighs, and says, “Squeeze twice if it becomes too much, okay?”

I nod and blink up at him, begging him to keep going. I need him to keep going.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he says, leaning over to place one hand on my waist and one hand to support the back of my head as he begins to fuck my mouth in earnest, his thrusts becoming faster with every second. Pretty soon, the sounds he’s making are beyond sexy; they’re downright obscene and I love it. I love that I am the one giving him this much pleasure, that my mouth is bringing him to orgasm, that he’s feeling this good because of me.

I clench my thighs hard, needing some relief from the throbbing between my legs. I already want to come again, just from the sounds he’s making and how good his cock feels in my throat.

Like he owns my body, he grips my thighs and spreads my legs. “Let me see how I’m making your cunt drip,” he says, pushing a finger inside of me, pumping several times before pulling away and licking my desire from it.

Watching him like this is too much. I dig my fingernails into his hips, pushing him down, taking him as deep as I can. I’m desperate for the salty taste of him sliding down my throat.

“Fuck!” he roars. “Wrap your arms around my thighs, baby. There is no way in hell I’m coming without you.”

I do as he says and before I know what’s happening, he’s lifting me up and holding me around my waist, supporting my back as my legs wrap instinctively around his head.

His face is between my legs in a heartbeat, and no sooner does he thrust his tongue through my slit and his cock down my throat one more time, he’s coming apart. He’s giving me every drop of his cum and the taste of it, the sounds he’s making as he’s eating me, and the position he has me in—I thought this was only a thing in books. I’m right behind him, my arousal flooding his mouth.

The high I’m riding slowly ebbs, and Xander lowers me onto the blanket again. He crawls in beside me and pulls me into his arms, cradling my head on his chest. Kissing my forehead, he says, “You did so well, baby.”

I open my mouth to thank him for everything, for giving me what I need, for making me feel wanted, but the words are cut short. Headlights illuminate our bodies, gleaming off the sweat sticking to our skin.

Xander sits up and blocks me, giving me a chance to pull the blanket we laid out around me. He fastens his pants as he shuffles to dismount from the bed of the truck. The vehicle flips into reverse and is tearing down the dirt road before his feet hit the ground. It’s hard to see with the trees blocking the light of the moon, but I swear it’s the red Jeep.

“Did you—is that... They saw us,” I stammer.

He looks at me over his shoulder, and in that second, I get my first glimpse of what Xander looks like when he’s terrified. He shakes his head, the brown strands that have broken free from his hair tie brushing his cheekbones. “It was probably just some kids who came out here to fool around.”

“But it looked like?—"

“It was just an SUV; it was too dark to make anything else out. Let’s not jump to conclusions. We’re okay.”

I grasp onto his words, hold them close as I send up a silent prayer to the moon goddess. He’s right. He has to be. Because we aren’t tucked away in Xander’s bedroom behind a locked door this time. This was reckless. If someone saw us, this is far beyond committing acts that humans find inappropriate to do out in the open.

The idea that someone could physically hurt us for simply giving into our more carnal desires has my entire body shaking. Xander scoots beside me again and pulls me into his arms. He rocks me back and forth and kisses the top of my head. “It’s all right, little wolf. I got you, and nothing is going to happen to us. You’re just on edge from that asshole following you around.”

Part of me knows that he can’t speak those words with utter certainty. He’s right; someone has been watching me, and they very well could’ve been doing it again. But I can’t bring myself to linger on it, not when he is holding me so close. Not when his heart is a steady thump under my ear.

It might be delusional, but I want to return to that moment before those headlights turned on. Before those harsh beams exposed everything, I felt wanted and cared for. I thought this was the kind of feeling I could only have with my mate—trust, safety, and belonging. Yet it’s Xander who makes me feel all those emotions. Even now.

It’s the first time I’ve truly admitted it to myself... thought the unthinkable. I’ve found what every shifter dreams about, but with the wrong man. I’m falling fast and hard for my mate’s brother.