Page 15 of Xarius (Shunned Mages #1)

Niam

The motel wasn’t far from the diner, and looking around it did seem like a nice place to rest. And to do the opposite of resting .

I was both excited and terrified. But Xarius took us shopping before we got here, telling me we needed to walk the burgers off a bit.

So, I’d grabbed some soap and other necessities so I felt prepared for later.

“I’ve had this room since we met,” Xarius said as he unlocked the door.

He gestured for me to go in first and I felt giddy inside with excitement.

Every little thing he did just helped me fall more for him.

I knew we hadn’t known one another for long, but we were fated.

Two halves of a soul or two souls that needed to become one, however you chose to interpret the legends.

The fact was that I kept getting surprised over how utterly adorable he was.

This tall handsome guy with piercings and tattoos was a lovable tiger.

He had claws but around me he never showed them.

He made me feel treasured, and for once I felt like I belonged.

With him I was finally the man I wanted to be, and I didn’t have to worry about what to say or do, and it felt freeing.

“Let me get a towel ready for you,” he said, then disappeared into the bathroom. I told him not so subtly that I wanted a shower before bed. He wanted one, too, and that helped me feel less alone. He would likely be just as nervous as I was. I kind of hoped he was.

The room had a big bed in the center, the pillows looked soft and new.

The duvet had been tidied up so you wouldn’t have known Xarius had been sleeping there.

His stuff was around the room, not a lot, but bags of things from the general store and some clothes littered the space.

The cream carpet had stains on it that had likely been there longer than I’d been alive.

I tried not to guess what they were from and focused on the walls instead.

They had a flower pattern on them, making the design seem dated.

Our worlds were true mirrors of each other on that point.

Brand names and so on weren’t, but it seemed fashion and décor were the same in both worlds.

Xarius came out holding two bottles of soap. “Which one do you prefer?” I took the light pink one and sniffed it. It smelled like cotton candy.

“This one,” I said, moving towards the bathroom with my new obsession in hand.

“Wait!” he rushed after me and took the soap from my hands. “I’ll do it.” He went back into the bathroom.

“You’ll do what?” I asked, walking after him. “Wash me?” I came to a stop when I spotted there was a tub currently filling with warm water. “Oh,” I breathed, looking around the room. He had planned this? There were lit candles and what looked like bubbles in two glasses.

How long had I been staring at the bed?

He turned to me and gave me a shy smile. I was speechless. He could get shy?! “I um, I thought we could bathe together. I want to share this with you before we go to bed.

I blinked, then I couldn’t help but reach up on my tippy toes and kiss him.

He kept surprising me in the best kind of way, proving he was the sort of man to put in the effort.

I had to remember to give something back, our relationship needed us both to put in the effort.

I was so used to just having myself to think about.

To protect. Now I was as good as what this world called married.

We were stuck together until we died, and I wouldn’t change a thing about that.

Ever since I gave in and decided to help, this calmness had come over me.

I now had a purpose and someone by my side.

“Thank you,” I said when we finally parted. “This is perfect.” He gave me his most charming smile yet, although I loved all his smiles equally.

He began undressing first, not taking his eyes off me as he removed his t-shirt. I took in everything. He had a full sleeve tattoo that ran up to his neck and… “Damn.” He had nipple piercings.

“You like?” he asked, flicking one of them. I might have moaned. Might have. He unbuttoned his jeans next. I was glad he wasn’t wearing leather today; it would take way too long to get those off of him.

The pants came off and then the boxers, and then… then I was left to just blatantly admire his hard cock. I couldn’t not look, there was a freaking piercing running through the head! Just how many piercings did he have? And more importantly, was I allowed to touch them?

Xarius smirked as he began undressing me. I wasn’t even trying to act like I wasn’t looking at his cock. It was right there! Hard, leaking, and pierced.

Then, I was naked, too. Standing there wearing nothing as Xarius returned the favor, taking in every inch of my skin and leaving goosebumps as if his eyes left a soft caress on my skin.

He turned off the tap, leaving just enough water for us both to get in without it overflowing.

I wasn’t sure we could sit in it comfortably, but I was determined to enjoy it.

He got in first and sat with his legs pushed to the sides, beckoning me to join him.

I stepped into the hot water and moaned.

I had only had showers since I was a child, never baths.

The warm water was soothing and with the hint of cotton candy I felt like a kid again, not counting the very naked man in the room who looked like he wanted to devour me.

I tried to sit right in front of Xarius, but he wasn’t having that. He grabbed my hips and placed me on his lap, seemingly uncaring about his hard cock rubbing against my ass. This was the nicest torture I’d ever experienced .

He grabbed a loofa and poured soap over it, letting it foam up before gently washing my arms, then my chest, neck, back, and legs. I was lying against his warm chest, feeling so cared for that I never wanted this to end.

He whispered softly, breaking the silence in the room. “I was wondering if I could see all your drawings?” He kissed the top of my head and resumed cleaning my front, getting closer to where I really needed him.

“My sketches?” I asked, not recalling a time where he would’ve seen them.

“Hmm,” he hummed, making me close my eyes again and lean further into him. “While I waited for you to wake up in my van, I looked through your things, trying to see what was important to you.”

He still lacked the knowledge of personal boundaries, but I believed it was only with me he was like that.

Perhaps knowing I belonged to him had him seeing it differently than I did at first. In his mind we were as good as married already and he’d been ready for me to move into his van.

I could lie and convince myself I wasn’t loving it, but why would I bother lying to myself ?

“I don’t mind you seeing them,” I replied, sitting up while he began working on my hair, massaging my scalp and bringing my thoughts to a stop. I couldn’t do anything other than relax and enjoy, thankful that I finally had someone to touch me like I’d been aching for.

As soon as I was declared clean, I moved over to the other end and rested while Xarius cleaned himself up.

He’d left my private parts alone, maybe because we’d decided to wait until the morning.

I couldn’t be mad about that, too blissed out to demand he touched my dick.

I washed myself while I watched him do the same.

My dick that had been half-hard reached full hardness just watching this sexy man touch himself.

His blue eyes traced my movements as I started to finger myself, giving myself the excuse that I wanted to be fully clean before the morning.

“Niam,” he whispered hoarsely. “I can’t wait anymore.” His confession had me leaving the tub in a hurry and grabbing both our towels.

“Bedroom,” I said, moving around the room to find the lube.

I didn’t think we would need condoms, and for a binding nothing should be between us anyway.

Xarius moved in behind me as I bent over, looking through his things, not caring that I was touching his stuff.

His hands rested on my hips and then I felt it.

His hard cock rubbed against my ass. I groaned and pushed back.

“Lube?” The question came out like a plea.

He pulled me back against him, moving so my back was against his front, trailing his hands down my chest and then he grabbed my dick, stroking it.

“Oh,” I breathed, leaning my head back on his shoulder and closing my eyes.

I was fully giving myself over to him, knowing he was my other half. Knowing he would never hurt me.

He bit into my ear and rasped, “want me to fuck you?” I nodded, eager to get him inside me.

Eager to feel owned, wanted, desired. “Want me to come so deep inside of you, you’ll be leaking for hours?

Want my cock to stretch your pretty little hole?

” he kept stroking my dick while whispering filthy promises I couldn’t reply to, too busy writhing against him and moaning in pleasure.

He spun me around, grabbed my waist and neck, then kissed me. His tongue was dominating my mouth and for a better word his tongue was fucking mine, showing me he was in charge, and I couldn’t have been happier to submit to him. To let him have his way with me however he pleased .

We moved closer to the bed while still locked together in the hottest kiss ever.

Our naked bodies clung to each other as he pushed me down on the bed, and I went willingly, parting my legs in invitation, letting him have all of me.

His usual smiles had given way to the face of a predator, sizing up his prey before he attacked.

His dark eyes didn’t blink once as he took in his fill.

“Xari,” I begged quietly, needing him to touch me again, to make me feel alive.

He snapped out of his staring contest with my dick and grabbed the lube.

I knew he was just as nervous as I was, but since he’d been waiting for me for years, I decided to let him be in charge, trusting him completely with my body.

He kneeled on the bed between my legs, pushing them against my chest as he circled my hole with one finger before breaching it, allowing me to get used to it before adding another finger.

“Let me know when you’re ready for the third, baby,” he said, leaning over my body and placing his free hand beside my head. His fingers worked me open, pushing on my nerves amazingly. It had burned at first, a stinging feeling, but that was gone now as I only felt pleasure run through me .

I moaned, then tugged on his neck and kissed him, showing him just how much I was loving it.

He broke our kiss, resting his forehead against mine.

“Baby, please tell me you’re ready?” I nodded, because I had no idea how it would feel to be ready, but I was dying for him to fuck me already.

I felt his third finger enter me, making me fuller than before, starting the pleasure/pain feeling all over again.

“Fuck baby, the sounds you make when it’s just my fingers working your hole.

I can’t wait to hear how pretty you sound when it’s my cock fucking into you.

Claiming you. Filling you up with my cum. ”

I was going to come if he didn’t shut up with his words that hit me almost as perfectly as his fingers did. “Ready,” I whimpered, needing more of him. He didn’t waste any time, quickly slicking himself up and pushing into me.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re exceeding all my dreams. How can you be this perfect inside, too?”

I was too busy feeling how hot and hard he was inside of me, how big, and then. “Oh!” I exclaimed, accidentally pushing him further into me. “Piercing,” I moaned, feeling it rub on my walls. It felt amazing .

“Baby, I’ll gladly add ten more to my cock just to hear you make more of those beautiful moans.” He picked up his speed, rolling his hips as he did so, making the piercing hit a spot inside of me that had me seeing stars.

I suddenly needed to be in control, wanting to chase that perfect feeling that had started inside of me. “Flip,” I said, groaning when he nibbled on my neck. “I want to ride you, please.”

Xarius listened to my plea and then I was on top, impaled on his hard cock as he lay on his back, his one hand behind his head and the other holding onto my waist. He looked so hot lying there, like he was relaxing while I worked for both our pleasure.

I shivered, then began to move, circling my hips and chasing the feeling I had before.

He didn’t stay down for long. Sitting up he placed his hand over my heart and I felt like I needed to do the same, placing my hand over his heart. And that’s when everything changed.