Xander’s mouth drops open and I can hear Xane’s sharp intake of breath. Hah, good. He is jealous and annoyed.
“Definitely,” Xander murmurs and brushes my hair out of my eyes. He is clearly no fool and knows what I am doing, but he takes full advantage to get up Xane’s nose as well. He grips my chin and I step even closer before Xane rips me out of his arms.
“Enough!” he barks at us. “Xander, get out, now.”
“Hey, if she’s up for it.” He shrugs. “You ever done brothers?” he asks me.
I chuckle with a nod and his mouth practically waters as Xane goes completely ballistic, launching himself at Xander with his hands outstretched. Before Xane can slam him into the wall, he Shifts into his Demonic form and with a howl Xane does the same.
Holy shit! Now I am the one practically drooling as Xerxei kicks everyone out of the way so she can clap eyes on her husband’s true form. Even I can tell I have a doe-eyed gaze on my face as I watch the two brothers scrap and then jump out of the way as Xander comes skidding across the floor towards me where Xane had kicked him.
“Apologize to my wife,” he roars at Xander in a voice like gravel. “You will not disrespect her.”
Xander Shifts back and stands up, looking unruffled, and runs his hand through his hair. “I have nothing to apologize for,” he says. “She started it.”
“Xane,” I say. “Just leave it.”
He Shifts back and glares at me. “You have had your fun,” he says sullenly. “I know you are trying to hurt me.”
Aefre is back in control as I say to him, “Would you try to stop me if I wanted to fuck him right now?”
He growls at me and Xander takes a step back. He was all for a bit of fun, but we have moved past that and into a dangerous zone.
“I would kill him before he had a chance to lay his hands on you,” Xane says calmly. He stalks towards me with a smoldering blue look that melts my knickers and makes me forget about everything else. “You are mine,” he says. “I love you. You will accept that.”
He crushes me to the wall with his body and ravages my mouth with his. I let him because he has turned me on with his cave-man attitude, which is weird because I usually don’t go in for that. I guess Xerxei is less of a feminist than Aefre is.
Xander clears his throat and backs out of the room with a cheerful, “You know where to find me if you change your mind.”
We ignore him as we continue to kiss and I want this to go so much further. I can’t resist him and the pull he has on me. Even as angry as I still am at him for his part in killing my Vampire, I let him slide his hand up my skirt and I tingle as his fingers work their way into my panties and brush lightly over me. He doesn’t give me a chance to back out as he plunges his fingers into me and I cry out as I soak him.
“I need you,” he mutters in between kisses.
I am hearing that a lot today and in my current state, I like it. A lot. I reach for his pants to get him free.
He picks me up, tears my knickers from me, and thrusts inside me with a quick stroke. “Love me, Xerxei,” he whispers. “Please forgive me.”
“I do,” I cry out as the first wave of my orgasm hits me. “I love you.”
He groans as he hears my words and thrusts
even higher. “Say it again,” he demands.
“I love you,” I say.
“I love you,” he responds with a strangled moan as he comes inside me and kisses me again.
We stand there for a few moments with him still inside me and my legs wrapped tightly around him. My clit is still so sensitive from all the attention it has received today and when he shifts his stance, it throbs gently again to his surprise and delight.
“So easy,” he murmurs as he takes me again, slowly this time, staring deep into my eyes as he brushes my wayward hair away from my face. “My beautiful Queen, my Demon wife,” he says. “Be mine.”
Xerxei is all for it. She is desperate to blurt out the words he wants to hear, but somehow, I remain silent and he sighs. He grabs my backside and turns us around, lowering me to the bed. He clasps our hands together and he sinks back into me and makes love to me, kissing me and whispering words of love and devotion that I have never heard from him before. We ride the wave together and then it comes crashing to shore and we lay spent, wrapped around each other, still half-dressed, but not caring to remove them.
“I have a daughter,” I suddenly blurt out into the post-coital silence.
“What?” he asks, sitting upright and almost knocking me off the bed.
Man, that is getting annoying now.