Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty-Three
And if she’s the last drop of water on Earth, I might give half of my soul just to get a taste~ Xavier Vancei.
Xavier
I am well aware that she’s drunk and doesn’t know what she’s doing. In fact, I can smell the whiff of alcohol from her breath, even from this distance, which makes me wonder how much she drank. My cock jerks against my jeans painfully and I’m tempted to stroke myself while watching how she arches beautifully against my brothers alternatively. Fuck. It’s so hot just to watch her, watch how her robe slips down her shoulder. Xander impatiently moves the material away, leaving her standing there with nothing but a flimsy shirt that’s see-through. At this moment, I almost lose it. But I know I can’t, I have to be patient. I don’t want to coerce her to do something against her wish, but goddess damn me, if I don’t want to tear her off Xarius whom she’s dutifully trying to jump onto, the enticing smell of her dripping pussy crossing my nose and making my cock leak with precum. I look down to see that the front part of my jeans is wet, and I cuss in a low voice.
The right thing to do now is to ignore my cock, prance over to my brothers like the logical and rational brother that I am, force Lillyan off them, carry her into my arms—no, that’ll make me lose control. I’ll lead her into her room, and either let her stand under a shower to return her sober state, or I’ll lock her in her bedroom and go back to my room where I’ll chase my brothers away and fuck my hand to the thoughts of her. Tomorrow, all these will be forgotten, and she’ll either tell us she actually meant to do it—which I highly doubt—or she’ll avoid us for sometime. And that’s only if her memory doesn’t blur enough to make her forget what happened tonight.
Now, the problem is, at the moment, I’m not thinking rationally. My dick is doing the thinking, and right now, it wants me to lift her up and settle her down on my cock; hard and throbbing. It wants me to fuck her hard and fast, sending us over the edge and straight to orgasm land. It wants me to fuck her brains out, make her scream my name until her voice goes hoarse, then cum into her and watch my seeds drip down her pretty pussy.
My hand inches down and settle above the zip of my jeans. Her nightwear—if it can be called one—is bunched halfway up, and fuck, she’s straddling Xarius. His cock presses against her ass, and I hear her moan. Her moan is soft and needy, and what wouldn’t I give to hear that sound again? I take a step closer just as she rocks back and forth. Xarius groans and I move faster towards them. It should be me in that position, eliciting moans upon moans from her sweet mouth. Then I’ll thrust my fingers—one first, then two into her hungry pussy and twirl until tears of pleasure runs down her cheeks. I’ll kiss her moans or screams into my mouth, seeking to dominate her tongue, and grabbing her hair hard. Her tears will touch my cheek and I’ll finger-fuck her very fast.
A wave of possessiveness engulfs me, and once I’m within close reach, I pull her head towards me and slams my lips against hers. She actively grinds on Xarius who leans up and pinches her nipple through her nightwear. She gasps into my mouth. My kiss is hard and demanding, hair pressed into my hand and pulling her against me. I climb up the edge of the bed, and continue kissing her. I taste the alcohol in her mouth, and coupled with her scent, a heady sensation envelopes me. My tongue pushes against hers, telling her with my actions who she belonged to, body and soul. She whimpers as Xarius pinches her nipple again. She moans into my mouth, and my hand reaches behind to press her soft ass. I bite her lower lip, and she pulls away from my mouth with a shocked gasp, throwing her head back as Xarius continues to attack her tits. I growl and pull her against me again.
Her lips part, flashing her teeth in my direction. “Naughty, naughty,” she slurs.
Her slutty attitude takes me aback for a moment, making me even harder than before.
“If you want it, beg for it,” she says, laughing in a drunk manner.
“You belong to me, Lillyan. No matter what you think.” I growl.
She laughs, still grinding on Xarius. I can see on his face, that he wants more than she’s giving him at that moment. He wants to be inside her. He wishes.
My patience is wearing thin. She’s about to say something else, when I drag her towards me, and kiss her again. This time, my hand cradles her head, giving her no opportunity to draw away. She tries to get away, but I hold still, pushing deeper into her mouth and fast. Her tongue fights against mine, and I smirk against her mouth. My hand presses her ass again, and this time, she leans towards me. My tongue trails along her teeth, as if learning her dentition. Her body in mine is soft, yet beneath all that, I can sense a faint hint of power. Almost as if the moment I let go, it’ll consume me, and everything I am. It is a powerful sensation, enticing and strong. I push back from her, just enough for me to whisper “You don’t know what you do to me, Lillyan,” and suck on her upper and lower lip in turns. My confession is sudden and surprising even to myself. It’s the truth though. It’s true that her scent makes me go nuts. It’s true that my wolf wants her. Needs her.
All my urge goes into that kiss, and it’s inching closer to something more than just a kiss, when I hear Xander growl in a threatening tone beside us.