Chapter 29 Likes control
I tossed and turned, staring up at the ceiling as the pale glow of the moon spilled across my room. The sheets clung damply to my skin. My body was exhausted, yet my mind refused to rest. Every time I closed my eyes, the same images clawed their way back, Xavier’s mouth on Renee’s neck, her smirk, his indifference, the way he never once looked my way and the way my pussy was pulsating for him.
I pressed a pillow over my head and groaned quietly, trying to drown out the thoughts, the heat, the ache. But it was useless. The air felt thick with his scent, even here.
“I need to stop thinking about him,” I muttered, though the words held no strength. I turned to the side, forcing myself to breathe slowly, pretending I could still the storm building inside me.
Just when I felt the edges of sleep finally creeping in, a soft sound made my eyes snap open. The faint click of a door.
My heart jumped immediately. “Lyra?” I whispered, half-annoyed, half-relieved. I turned over quickly, sitting up on the bed. “Lyra, it’s late., I’m not in the mood for your silly....” The words cut off when my eyes took in the person who had entered.
Xavier himself. After fucking his beloved luna. He stood just inside the doorway, the moonlight tracing the sharp lines of his face. He didn’t speak at first, he only watched me, his expression full of amusement.
“What are you doing in my room? What do you want?” I demanded, gathering my courage.
"Who gave you the right to talk to me like that?", He asked seriously but my unruly mouth refused to hold back. “Isn’t Renee around for you? I thought you would be fucking still by the now” I snarled, pushing myself up from the bed. If he thought he could use my heat against me, he was damn wrong. Not tonight. Not him.
"By the way you talking , it means you enjoyed the show", He spoke “But regardless you’re the breeder.” he sneered. “Keep dreaming,” I shot back. “By the time you will wake up, it’ll be too late.” I knew it that he would probably punish me, but I snapped back at him then slowly, sat up determined to get away. "Dream while moaning your name just like you moaned mine" His words struck me like a lightning bolt. I froze, the blanket slipping from my grip as my body stiffened. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. My pulse surged violently, hammering in my ears like a drum, echoing the chaos in my chest.
“What… what are you talking...” I stammered, glancing over my shoulder in disbelief, my eyes wide with shock. I wish I hadn’t dreamt about him. He knew it now.
He didn’t say anything for a moment and my face burned, hot and humiliating, as if the heat of my embarrassment had physically set me ablaze. My chest tightened, my heart threatening to break free from its cage. I pressed a trembling hand against my lips, wishing, desperately, that I could erase the words, erase myself, erase the moment entirely.
“I… I didn’t moan your name” I started again , my voice barely above a whisper. He smirked, the corner of his mouth tilting with wicked satisfaction. “Your sure, you really thought you could keep that little fantasy to yourself?” he said, his voice low, teasing, cutting straight through me.
My once pounding heart , the one that throbbed wildly like the drum from the little drummer boy stopped cold. The heavy air I’d been gasping for just seconds before suddenly vanished. "Get out of my room, Xavier", I hissed out. "You sure you want that?", He asked.
“Your scent says otherwise, Amara” he continued, his eyes flickering with that same dark amusement. “Stop it,” I managed, the words trembling. “You don’t get to...” “I don’t get to what?” His voice dropped lower, each word sinking into the quiet like thunder rolling over the horizon. “To remind you of what you already feel?”
He stepped closer again, close enough to the bed and my chest tightened despite myself. I hated the way my body betrayed me, the way my pulse quickened, the way the air seemed to thin whenever he was near. “Xavier, leave me alone please” I said, my voice cracking halfway through the word. Now, I regretted everything.
"Did you also tell me to leave you in the dream?", He spoke then laughed. I didn’t even bother to reply him. Flushed with rage, embarrassment, and shock, I lunged at the door but before I could escape out of the room, his hand was wrapped tightly around my neck, pressing me back against the cold wall. The impact sent a sharp sting through my skin and I flinched, groaning softly.
“Amara tell me about the dream you just had.” His grip loosened just enough to let me speak, but not enough for me to escape. “No thank you.” I refused.
“Why not? I was starring in it, right? I should know.” The devious glare in his ocean-blue eyes made me tremble. “Tell me.” I couldn’t. Just thinking about that dream made my blood boil with anger and worse, desire.
I looked up at him, my eyes wide with silent pleading. But he looked away, his head tilting as he took in a deep breath of the air around us, just like before. I knew what he smelled. The scent of grass, trees outside... and my need raw, desperate, undeniable.
I stared into his darkening eyes. With each passing second, I saw lust flicker beneath his cool exterior. My arousal was getting under his skin. “So what happened?” The warmth of his breath brushed my cheek as he moved closer, shrinking the space between us. “You ... you touched me a little. That’s it.” My voice trembled as I babbled nonsense, praying he’d believe me.
“Where?” His smooth lips brushed against my reddened cheek, leaving me both startled and strangely flustered. “Umm, between my....” A lump formed in my throat, choking off the rest of my words.
“Where did I touch you?”
Seriously? “Where did I touch you?” he demanded again. “Between my....” I swallowed hard. “Legs.” A slow, strange smile spread across his face one I’d never seen before. Before I could react, his hand was on my stomach. I stiffened under his touch, sucking in a sharp breath.
His fingers traced along my skin, warm and unorthodox, sending a shiver through my core. My legs nearly gave out when I realized what he was exploring. He released my neck and grabbed my hips, lifting me off the ground. Pressed firmly against the wall, I stared at him with wide, confused eyes.
What the hell? I searched his face, expecting some cruel game but there was nothing. No malice, no mockery. I wasn’t afraid to push him away. Yet my mind seemed to betray me, wavering between resistance and something darker.
I let the heat take control. Temptation was the driver here. “In your sleep...” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin, his face inches from mine. My heart tumbled into my stomach as he began planting small, delicate kisses along my neck and jaw. My eyes fluttered closed, and I tilted my head, surrendering to his touch.
“I could hear you moan my name over and over.” His hand slid lower, finding the wetness between my thighs. My hands gripped his arms tightly, desperate to hold back the pleasure threatening to spill out.
“Did I make you cum?” he whispered into my ear.
“N-no.” I exhaled the lie. He flicked my sensitive nub again, and I quivered, helpless under his touch. What the fuck was I doing? I parted my lips to stop this madness, but he silenced me with another flick. I closed my eyes and let the pleasure wash over me. Maybe if I didn’t look at him, I wouldn’t feel so guilty.
“Do you want me to make you cum?” he growled. My folds slick with need, his fingers became ten times more delicious. “Yes.” My pussy clenched around his fingers as I relaxed, anticipating release. Deeper, faster, he sped up until finally, I gave in, my back arching, moans escaping in the quiet room.
He lowered me back to my feet. Leaning on the wall for support, I tried to steady myself. Yes, he’d given me release. But what did it mean?I looked up at him for answers but his expression was unreadable, his ocean-blue eyes cold and distant.
“Whatever happened doesn’t mean you get to do whatever you want. You’re still my prisoner... and my breeder.” He snarled, then strode out of my room without looking back.