Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“Patience,” he growls and moves his lips to my neck. I gasp when his fangs sink into my skin, warm water running over me as I bleed into his mouth. Keeping my eyes closed, I let my head fall back, resting against the tile behind me. Xavier takes his mouth off my neck and rests his forehead against mine in a quick tender moment before lowering me enough to enter me. Another gasp escapes my lips when that big cock pushes inside me, and his mouth goes back to the puncture wounds on my neck.
He drinks my blood and fucks me at the same time, and I’ve never been more thankful for his vampire strength than I am right now. He easily holds me as if I weigh nothing. I’m clinging to him, legs fastened around his body. I dig my nails into his back and he fucks me harder and faster. His tongue circles the bite wounds and he takes his mouth off me, holding me tightly against him as he continues to fuck me. I cry out with pleasure as I come, body trembling as the orgasm rolls through me.
He sets me down, spins me around, and bends me over. My hands slide down the sleek tile and I reach up again, hooking my fingers on the ledge of the soap niche to keep myself up. He enters from behind, hitting me at a new angle. It doesn’t take long to come again, and this time, he finishes along with me.
Xavier steps back and turns me around. Stars dot my vision as my heart continues to race. I let out a satisfied sigh and hook my arms around Xavier’s neck, holding onto him for support. Gently, he pushes my wet hair back and kisses my forehead. Under the hot water, Xavier’s skin feels as warm as mine. Right now, I wouldn’t know he was a vampire unless I watched for the subtle signs of his chest not rising and falling as he breathes.
It makes me realize all over again that I’m not scared of him because he’s a vampire. He may be a monster, but that’s what makes him relatable.
Because, underneath it all, I think I am a monster too.
Chapter
Five
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and squeeze Xavier’s hand as the hospital doors automatically slide open. We’ve just arrived back after about an hour of being away. Deep down, I know how unrealistic it is to expect Devon to make a complete recovery. Hell, it’s unrealistic to expect him to make half a recovery. The nurse’s words ring in my head, over and over, yet they don’t seem to land.
I’ve heard of people in worse accidents bouncing back. Miracles do happen…but they never have for me, and expecting Devon to pull through benefits me as much as it benefits him, right? Am I even deserving of a miracle? I just handed out verbal death notes by telling Xavier who was behind all this.
But it’s not my fault, right? I wasn’t the one who kidnapped Mabel. I didn’t shoot Devon. Even if my brothers were telling the truth—that they were there to rescue me—it doesn’t change what happened.
“Wren?” Xavier slows and looks down, eyes meeting mine.
“I’m good,” I say, answering his question before he has a chance to ask. “I mean, all things considered.”
“Okay,” he says and tightens his grip on my hand. Ultimately, Devon’s fate is up to him and Theo, though something tells me Xavier has the final say in everything. The plan all along was to have Devon join them in the ranks of immortality, and until Devon met me, he was on board with this plan. If it wasn’t for me, he wouldn’t be suffering right now. He was only given more time because I needed more time.
I don’t want him to die, but I don’t want him to be turned if that’s not what he wants. Is there a part of me that’s worried I’ll have to live with the guilt of not stopping it? How selfish would that make me?
“Finally,” Theo says, voice cutting through my spiraling thoughts. I blink a few times, focusing my vision. “We don’t have long until sunrise and we need to get him home if we are going to do this.” He looks at Xavier as he talks, completely ignoring me.
“How is he?” I ask.
“Not any better,” Theo replies, still hardly even acknowledging that I’m there.
“Is he out of surgery?”
“Yes.”
“Can I see him?” Tears brim my eyes.
Theo lets out a heavy sigh and just stares at Xavier.
“There’s no harm in her seeing him,” Xavier tells his brother.
“I don’t like what she’s doing to you.” Theo narrows his eyes.
“You don’t have to like it,” Xavier replies simply. They hold each other’s stare for a tense few seconds but then Theo huffs again and turns, walking down the hall.