Chapter 73 A SPECIAL MATE TREATMENT

Chapter 73 A SPECIAL MATE TREATMENT
AVRIELLE'S POV

Before the last syllable of his raw, desperate demand even fully left his lips, Xavier slammed his mouth onto mine. The kiss was not sweet, nor was it gentle.

His massive hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his hard, muscle-bound frame as his tongue swept into my mouth, tasting of mint, dark bourbon, and the faint, coppery tang of the war he had just fought. I gasped into his mouth, my hands flying up to grip his shoulders as he pressed me deeper into the thick furs of the mattress.

With frantic, impatient movements, his large hands slid under the hem of my top, his rough, calloused fingers burning against the sensitive skin of my ribs.

He pushed the fabric violently upward, his chest heaving with ragged breaths as he sought to strip away every barrier between us. He kissed me like a dying man drinking from a miraculous spring, trying to drown out the haunting ghosts of his past with the fire of our present.

Using the element of surprise, I suddenly shifted my weight. I grabbed a fistful of his dark tunic and rolled my hips hard to the side.

Xavier let out a muffled grunt of surprise, his grip loosening just enough for me to use my momentum. In one swift, fluid motion, I flipped us over.

The imposing Devil Alpha of the North hit the mattress with a dull thud, his hair fanning out over the pillows. I instantly straddled his narrow hips, pinning him beneath me. I broke the frantic kiss, pulling back just enough to look down into his wide, startled eyes.

Before he could protest, I leaned down to the crook of his neck. Right over the pulsing, scarred ridge where I'd marked him as mine down in the soul realm, I ran my hot tongue in a slow, soothing stripe.

Xavier sucked in a sharp, ragged breath, his hips jerking upward instinctively beneath mine.

"Not now," I whispered softly against his heated skin, my voice firm but laced with deep affection.

I sat back up, resting my hands flat against his broad, muscular chest. Xavier blinked up at me, his brow pulling into a tight, confused frown, his chest rising and falling heavily beneath my palms.

"Why?" he asked, his voice thick, gravelly, and entirely breathless.

I looked down into his beautiful, tortured golden eyes. "Because I'm not yours yet," I stated simply, a small, teasing smile playing on my lips. "I haven't gone through the ceremony. Which means I'm not giving you free access to my body anymore right now."

A dark, intensely possessive shadow instantly crossed Xavier’s face. The vulnerable, broken man from two minutes ago vanished, completely overridden by the dominant, fiercely territorial Alpha. His massive hands shot up, gripping my hips with enough force to leave bruises, his thumbs digging into my skin.

"You're mine already," Xavier growled, his voice dropping an octave, vibrating with raw, ancient Lycan power. "And I'm yours. We are marked in the realm of the soul. Are you... are you planning on leaving me, Avrielle?"

The sudden, underlying insecurity in his voice—the faint echo of his fear that he was a monster no one could love—made my heart ache profoundly.

I shook my head slowly, letting my hair cascade over my shoulders. I leaned down, my face hovering mere inches from his, and gently caught his lower lip between my teeth. I bit down, just hard enough to make him gasp, before smoothing my tongue over the faint mark.

"Do you honestly think I want to leave you?" I whispered softly against his mouth, my eyes locking onto his.

The suffocating tension visibly drained from his shoulders. He let out a long, shaky exhale, his grip on my hips softening into a warm caress.

Keeping my gaze locked with his, I slowly trailed my hands down the center of his torso. My fingertips danced over the hard, rigid planes of his abdominal muscles, tracing the faint, silvery battle scars that mapped his skin, until I reached the iron buckle of his leather belt.

With agonizing slowness, I unbuckled the metal clasp.
CLICK.

The sound echoed loudly in the room. I left the leather straps hanging loose, leaned forward, and playfully swiped my tongue right across the tip of his nose.

Xavier’s eyes narrowed to sharp, calculating slits. He stared at me for three long, quiet seconds, his brilliant mind processing my words, my actions. Then, a slow, breathtaking smile broke across his handsome face, completely chasing away the bitter, sour gloom that had shadowed his features since he walked through the door.

"Don't tell me..." Xavier murmured, his voice dropping into a husky, disbelieving rumble. "You're holding out for the mating ceremony?"

I leaned down until my lips were brushing right against his ear, letting my warm breath ghost over his skin. "Smart enough."

His chest rumbled with a low, genuine chuckle—the first real sound of amusement I had heard from him all day.

I pushed myself entirely off his chest, crawling backward until I was kneeling near his leather boots. I grabbed the thick material of his tactical trousers, hooking my fingers into the waistband, and began to pull them down his long, muscular legs. He lifted his hips slightly, cooperating without a second thought, completely captivated by whatever game he thought I was playing.

I tugged the trousers completely off his ankles and tossed them carelessly across the room, leaving him wearing nothing but his tunic and his tight, dark boxer briefs.

Xavier propped himself up on his elbows, watching me with a mixture of intense lust and deep, genuine confusion. The bulge in his underwear was prominent, thick, and straining desperately against the fabric.
"I thought you said no sex," Xavier rasped, his golden eyes tracking my every movement like a starving predator. "What exactly are you doing, little bird?"

I smiled, letting a wicked, playful smirk curve my lips as I crawled back up the mattress, positioning myself right between his spread thighs. Inside my head, Elle was howling with pure, unadulterated pride, absolutely reveling in the power we held over the most dangerous man in the Pack.

"Stay back, mate," I purred, my voice dropping into a sultry, commanding whisper. "I'm giving you a mate's treatment. You might not get to claim me completely tonight... but that doesn't mean I can't take care of you."

Xavier’s eyes widened slightly, his breath catching squarely in his throat as the realization of my words washed over him. He fell back against the pillows, his head hitting the mattress with a soft thud, completely surrendering control.

I reached out, my small, delicate fingers hooking into the elastic waistband of his boxers. I slowly, deliberately pulled the fabric down his thighs.
The moment the material cleared his hips, his dick sprang free, hitting his abdomen with a soft slap. He was fully, painfully erect, the skin flushed a dark, angry red, weeping a single bead of clear pre-cum at the very tip.

I couldn't help the small, wicked smile that crossed my face. I reached out, wrapping my small hand around his thick, pulsing girth. He was radiating a scorching heat that burned against my palm.

I stroked him slowly. One. Two. Three. Four deliberate, agonizingly slow pumps, dragging the sensitive skin up and down his shaft.

Xavier let out a low, guttural groan, his hands gripping the bedsheets on either side of his hips so tightly his knuckles turned completely white.

Taking a deep breath, I lowered my head.

I opened my mouth and slowly sank down onto his pulsing length. Taking him in was a challenge. He was so thick and impossibly long that the moment the head of his cock brushed against the back of my throat, my gag reflex triggered. I felt myself almost choke, my eyes watering slightly from the sheer size of him.

But I forced my body to relax. I took a slow, calming breath through my nose, closing my eyes, allowing my jaw to stretch and accommodate him. Once I found my center, I began to move.

Xavier threw his head back against the pillows, exposing his strong, thick neck as a string of breathless, desperate curses tumbled from his lips. It was abundantly clear he was using every single ounce of his Alpha willpower to hold himself back from grabbing my head and totally dominating my mouth.

The muscles in his thighs were trembling violently, taut as bowstrings.

I smirked against his hot, musky skin. If he thought I was going to be gentle, he was dead wrong.

I picked up the pace, bobbing my head fast and harshly. I bobbed down to the absolute base, taking as much of him as I could swallow, before pulling up to circle the sensitive head with my wet tongue while using my free hand to cup his balls, massaging them firmly while my tongue flicked and licked at the sensitive skin of his perineum, playing with him and driving him completely over the edge of his sanity.

"Fuck... Avy..." Xavier groaned loudly, the sound tearing from the deepest part of his chest.

His control finally snapped.

His hands abandoned their death grip on the bedsheets. They shot upward, his thick fingers forcefully entangling in my long, dark hair. He didn't pull me away; he held me flush against him. As my mouth worked frantically over his length, Xavier began to thrust upward, meeting my downward strokes with brutal, desperate upward jerks of his hips.

He was thrusting deep down my throat now, each violent, rhythmic pump drawing a muffled, wet sound into the room. The power of his Lycan strength was terrifying, but it was incredibly intoxicating. He was completely at my mercy, his mind completely overridden by the sheer, blinding pleasure I was giving him.

"I'm close," he snarled breathlessly, his hips snapping upward in rapid, frantic succession. "Avy, I'm..."
His entire massive body went completely rigid. He let out a deafening, raw roar that shook the very foundation of the stone room, his hips locking upward as he hit his climax.

Hot, thick ropes of his cum shot violently against the back of my throat. It was a overwhelming flood, but I didn't pull away. I swallowed hard, taking every single drop of him, lapping up the remaining essence that spilled over my lips.

Xavier collapsed back against the mattress, his chest heaving as he breathed in loud, ragged gasps. Sweat slicked his forehead, his eyes glazed over with pure, unadulterated bliss.

He didn't stay down for long. Reaching down with his large hands, he grabbed me firmly by the waist and hauled me right up his body. He didn't care about the mess. He smashed his lips onto mine, kissing me with a deep, frantic, incredibly messy hunger, tasting the salty, musky flavor of his own release on my tongue.

I kissed him back fiercely for a moment before playfully pushing against his chest, breaking the kiss. I looked down at him, licking my lips slowly, a mischievous spark dancing in my eyes.

"Bad boy," I teased softly, my voice dripping with sultry amusement. "You wanna taste yourself on my lip so badly?"

Xavier bit his lower lip, his eyes flashing with a sudden, predatory fire that made my heart skip a beat.

Without uttering a single word, Xavier gripped my hips and effortlessly flipped us over, pinning me flat against the mattress.

He didn't crawl back up to my face. He stayed low, positioning his broad shoulders right between my spread thighs. I gasped as I felt his hot breath ghosting directly over my soaked underwear. With a swift, impatient tear, he ripped the thin fabric completely off my body, tossing it aside.

He lowered his head.

"Xavier..." I gasped, my back arching violently off the bed as his hot, incredibly skilled tongue made direct contact with my swollen clit.

He didn't just lick me; he devoured me. He lapped at my folds with a ravenous, desperate hunger, eating me up as if I were the most delicious feast he had ever tasted.

Reaching up, he coated his thick fingers in my slick, wet juices, and smoothly inserted two long, calloused fingers directly into my tight, throbbing core.

The contrast was absolute heaven. The rough, rhythmic thrusting of his fingers stretching me open perfectly complemented the rapid, precise flicking of his hot tongue against my most sensitive bundle of nerves. He finger-fucked me with a ruthless, demanding rhythm, rubbing, sucking, and eating my pussy with an expertise that left me completely mindless.

My hands flew down, my fingers digging desperately into his hair.

"Arh...ye...da...fucckkk!!!..." I couldn't form words. I could only cry out in high, breathless squeals, raising my butt completely off the mattress to meet his mouth, begging silently for more, pushing myself deeper against his face.

He hummed against my wetness, increasing the speed of his fingers, his thumb coming up to pinch the base of my clit while his tongue worked the tip.

It was too much. It was absolute sensory overload.

"Xav...yes...yes...take out your anger on me!" I screamed, my eyes rolling back in my head.

I squirmed violently against his mouth, my legs clamping tightly around his head as I shattered completely. My body convulsed in powerful, unending waves, my inner walls clenching fiercely around his thrusting fingers.

I came so incredibly hard that I saw stars, a hot, liquid rush of pure ecstasy flooding my entire system.

Xavier didn't pull away. He stayed right there, drinking down every single drop of my sweet release, humming his approval as he swallowed my climax until the last of my violent tremors finally faded away into soft, breathless whimpers.

Slowly, he pulled his slick fingers out of my body and crawled his massive frame up the length of the bed.

He hovered over me, his eyes soft, warm, and overflowing with a profound, terrifying amount of love.
He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine in a tender, breathtakingly sweet kiss.

Damn...I was intoxicating sweet.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his weight down on top of me. He settled comfortably, burying his face in the crook of my neck, his arms wrapping entirely around my small frame.