Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Careful not to drink too much, Xavier licks the little bite wounds and then puts his fingers over them, applying just enough pressure to help stop the bleeding. My heart is racing and I lie there, panting, as we wait a short moment for the bleeding to stop. Then he moves back up to me, and I wipe a smear of my blood off of his face.
“I love you,” I whisper to him and he just growls in response, burying his face in my neck. His fangs scrape against me as he wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly against his body. In a swift movement, he rolls over, bringing me on top so I’m straddling him. I lean down and kiss him, primal passion fueling us as I taste my blood on his lips.
I inch down and undo the button of his pants. It only takes a few seconds to strip him of his clothes. Sitting back on my heels, I slowly take my shirt off, watching him as I strip down, baring my naked body for only him to see. Unable to be patient any longer, Xavier reaches down and pulls me up. I widen my legs and sink down on his cock, moaning as I take him inside me.
My hands land on his firm chest and he grips my waist, bucking his hips along with my movements. It doesn’t take me long to come again, and this time, he comes along with me. I fall forward, panting as I feel his cock pulse inside me. We stay tangled together for a moment and then Xavier carefully lays me down next to him. I force myself to get up and use the bathroom before I doze off.
“Come to bed,” Xavier tells me when I come back from the bathroom. He’s under the covers, still naked, and there is nothing in this entire world that I want right now more than to snuggle up next to my husband and fall asleep, forgetting about everything bad, if just for a mere few hours.
Because a few hours of peace—I fear—is all I’m going to get.
Chapter
Five
“What do you do all day?” Antonio picks up his fork, eyeing the plate of pasta Alan just put down in front of him.
“Lately, it’s just been trying not to die,” I answer. It’s a little after noon, and I just woke up, showered, and joined the land of the living. And by that, I mean Antonio. Mabel did a good job babysitting, though I think she’s starting to look at Antonio as a life-size doll and not my hunter brother.
“So not much different than a normal day.”
“Yeah.” I twirl pasta around my fork and take a bite. “Honestly, the days have kinda all blended together. I found my parents’ graves.”
Antonio’s hand freezes in the air, spaghetti hanging off his fork. “What?”
I nod and finish chewing. “In Connecticut. I guess that’s where I’m actually from. I have a grave, too. Everyone thought I died.” My eyes widen. “Guess we have that in common now.”
“You say that way too casually.”
The door leading in from the garage opens and Devon comes in, stopping short when he sees Antonio. There’s blood splattered on Devon’s collar and a little bit smeared on his chin. He hasn’t quite grown out of being a messy eater, I guess.
“Who are we doing the locator spell for this time?” he jokes, a grin coming to his handsome face. “Don’t tell me you lost your sister again.”
I look at him, and the second our eyes meet, I know I can’t keep the truth from him. Behind the monster, I still see the man Devon used to be—and still is. He was my friend and the first person I trusted here.
“I found her, and then the Order found me,” I say, voice hollow.
“Your heart is speeding up,” Devon notes, turning his head a bit.
My eyes close in a long blink and for the first time since it all went down, the weight of it crashes down on me.
“The Order used me,” I go on, fighting through my emotion. “It’s what you found out…what you couldn’t remember. My blood was the key to opening the portal for the demon to escape.”
“He knew?” Antonio snaps right as a look of horrified recognition takes over Devon’s face.
“I couldn’t remember,” Devon says, and if his face could pale, it would right now. “That…that’s why I was going to see Wren that night. I found out. I talked to someone and they told me.” Devon blankly stares at the wall before flitting his gaze back to me. “That’s why I wanted you to skip town with me.”
“Who did you talk to?” Antonio questions.
“He doesn’t remember,” I reply, feeling a little defensive of Devon. What happened isn’t necessarily Antonio’s fault on its own, but if they hadn’t come, if they hadn’t been trigger happy, well, I don’t know what would have happened.