Chapter 33 Chapter 33

Chapter 33 Chapter 33
Xander's POV

I never thought I would see my little brother so, in love. Then again, seeing him finally happy, brings a sort of peace, I never thought I would find.

I've never been in love before. Especially no where near how Draven feels about Amil.

Sure I've had sex before, but it was always with women and I never loved any of them. When I met Arvan, I felt like I committed a crime by not waiting for him. By fucking only women. It's only been a day. I barely know him, but I feel like I've hurt him long before I met him.

Silas made it his mission to keep Atreus and I from thinking freely. He's erased memories of any happy thing I ever had growing up. As far as I know, he's the only Villain in the history of Vallan to have that kind of ability.

And that is dangerous.

"Xander? It's late, what are you doing still awake?" I hear Arvan ask and I turn from the window I'm sitting against in the common area to look at him. Everyone else went to bed four hours ago.

Never, in my twenty-seven years of living, have I ever thought a man would look so fucking hot. He's wearing a baggy shirt and probably some shorts underneath. His golden brown hair is damp, like he just took a bath.

His hazel eyes are filled with curiosity as he walks up to me. Like Amil, he looks nothing like the Omegas I've learned about.

"I, can't sleep. With everything going on. My mind is on edge." I feel my heart start to beat faster the closer he gets to me. It slowly becomes harder for me to breathe. What, is this feeling?

He gives me a soft and knowing smile. He sits on the window sill next to me. I move my leg and arm to give him a little more room to sit. His light chocolate colored skin looks soft.

I want to touch him, but I feel like, I don't even deserve to be in the same room as him.

Does, Atreus feel the same way as I do, but with Ziven? Is this how Draven felt with Amil? Like we don't deserve them?

Since I got here, and met him, Arvan has been nice to me. Like me being a Villain, doesn't matter to him.

"I don't blame you. I would feel the same way if my older brother had been manipulating me my whole life. That just shows that he never loved you."

"Villains, don't love anyone. We're not supposed to. At least that's what Silas says. Our parents have shown us otherwise, but I was too busy wearing red glasses to see the obvious red flags my brother was showing me."

I look back out the window, watching the stars fight to stay lit in the full moon light shining so brightly, it's almost blinding.

"Your brother proved him otherwise too. It's obvious he's madly in love with Amil."

"He is," I agree as we fall into an awkward silence. What else do I say to him?

Suddenly, he gets off the window sill and stands in front of me, too close for my heart. "Come to bed with me. You look tired." He offers me his hand and I stare at it like it's a torch that will burn me if I get too close.

"It's okay, I don't bite. Much," He says with a teasing smile, still holding his hand out to me.

I hesitate for a second, before taking his hand and letting him pull me away from the window towards his room.

Am I, allowed to be with him? I want to, I really want to be with him. Is that wrong of me? Is that even possible for me?

For the first time in my life, I feel, scared. Scared that he might not want me if he found out all the things I did because Silas told me to.

Scared that, I'm not worthy of love even from him.

When we get to his room, he opens the door and pulls me in, closing and locking the door behind me.

"Now, get undressed. You can't sleep with your regular clothes on." He goes over to his dresser and pulls out a pair of grey sweatpants that look to be my size.

Like Draven, I'm seven feet tall, but I have a bit more muscle on me than he does and a lot more tattoos. The top of Arvan's head reaches my chest when he stands close to me.

I take off my shirt as I walk over to him and when it's off, I watch as he looks at my tattoos.

The ones on my arms, are of snakes and vines going up to my shoulders. The ones on my torso and chest, are vines with half bloomed roses and I have a scar going down from my right shoulder to the left side of my waist.

He reaches out and touches my scar and tattoos. "How, did you get this scar?"

"Training with my brother, Silas. We were using real swords and he, got too close. He didn't even look sorry as he watched me slowly bleed out. Just, like I was a burden to him. I should've known then not to trust him."

He looks up at me, his hazel eyes searching mine. "It wasn't your fault. Nothing was your fault." He whispered.

"I killed people, Arvan. I'm a Villain. You should be terrified of me." I whispered back, hoping to... What am I hoping for? That he'll fear me when I don't want him to?

To leave me alone, when I don't want him to?

"Did you want to kill them?" He lifts his hands and cups my face, the grey sweatpants hanging on his arm.

I shake my head, "No. I never wanted that kind of blood on my hands."

"Then there's nothing for me to fear." Without warning, he leans up and brushes his lips against mine.

My body tenses, and my breathing catches. Before I could hesitate for a second longer, I close the gap and kiss him. Slowly, like testing the waters before jumping in.

Kissing him, made me feel something, that I thought I would never feel in my life.

Bending down, I pick him up. The sweatpants fall to the floor as I walk over to the bed and lay him on his back before taking off our clothes.

I lean over him, and look into his eyes. "Are you sure about this? About me?"

He nods, "Yes. I want you, Xander, if you'll let me."

Fuck, me. I lean down and kiss him as I slide my fingers into his soaked hole.

Hearing his whimpers and moans muffled against my lips as I kiss him. And feeling his back arch against me. Fills me with a type of need I never felt before.

When he cums, I replace my fingers with my dick and let him adjust to it, before fucking him slowly.

His legs are wrapped around my waist and his arms are wrapped around my neck. His fingers curling in my hair as he moans into my shoulder.