Page 63 of Loup Garou
It hit me then, Susan’s comments about my leaning down while I ride a man or staying upright. I also thought about her commentsregarding my avoidance to kisses. Continuing my leisurely ride on Exavier, I captured his lips with mine and thrust my tongue in.
His hands went to my ass. He cupped my cheeks and began moving me up and down faster on his cock. A shiver of delight moved through me as Exavier slid a finger dangerously close to my anus. He teased it, rimming it as I took him deep within me.
The angle that I lay on him left my clit rubbing just right against his body. The sounds of our lovemaking were only slightly masked by my panting. Taking all of Exavier was a feat even I found daunting. I was stretched to the brink, taking him to the hilt while he continued to toy with my anus.
Increasing my speed, I moved up and down on him, leading with my left side. My pending orgasm built. Exavier seized hold of my hips and stopped my movements. I broke our kiss and gave him a questioning look.
“I’m going to come. I need a second,” he whispered, the slightest tinge of red to his cheeks. There was no reason for him to be embarrassed by his need for release. It told me that I was doing my job well.
I tried to move but Exavier held me in my spot.
“Xavs, please.”
“Just a minute, honey. I just need a second. You feel too good. All I want to do is explode the minute you move.”
A sultry laugh bubbled up from me. “That’s the idea. You’re supposed to want to fill me so full of your come that we lose track of where I stop and you start. You’re supposed to want to fill me to the point you can’t anymore. You’re supposed to want to fuck and be fucked by me as much as possible.”
His stomach muscles tightened as his jaw dropped. “Lindsay!”
The second I felt his cock twitch, I knew he was going to come. Slamming my body down, I took him deep and let my magik out. It ran over us, caressing my nipples and clit, stimulating me to the cusp of culmination.
Exavier’s hot seed filled me just as I gave in to the pleasure. My pussy tightened around him as my orgasm struck. I collapsed on him, my breathing ragged and my body spent.
“I love you,” he whispered, running his hands up my back. “My princess ballerina.”
“Huh?”
He chuckled. “Nothing. Sleep, Linds. You’re tired.”
I went to slide off him but he held me in place. “Xavs?”
“Stay. I want to fall asleep holding you, while I’m in you.”
Snuggling up to him, I couldn’t help but laugh. “Exavier, I’m not very good at cuddling.”
“You’re doing just fine.”
His earlier words came back to me. “Princess ballerina?” As that realization sank in, my eyelids grew heavy. I yawned and froze. “Ohmygods, you’re the prince of darkness and we’re married.”
“Rest, Lindsay,” he said, his power dancing over me.
Sleep consumed me, not allowing me to explore my thoughts anymore.
Chapter Twelve
I stoodin the back corner of the production studio and waited for any sign of Exavier. He was here to film a video. Every ounce of me wanted to ask him if the mating was real or a dream. I wouldn’t have questioned it, but when I’d woken I’d found him cooking breakfast. He was fully dressed, as was I, in clothes I knew had been shredded. My grey Elvis T-shirt was not only on me, it was in one piece.
There were no signs anything had transpired. Unless you counted my body—which felt like I’d run a sexual marathon. Exavier didn’t act any differently. He didn’t kiss me or touch me in an intimate way. He merely smiled, told me about the long day we were going to have, and then mentioned how happy he was I’d decided to join him.
I kept a close watch on him, waiting for him to give me anything that would hint he and I were now husband and wife. He offered nothing. I expected to be sore, wet, even slightly sticky after that heated sex session. I was none of the above. We both showered, in the bathroom with a door, allowing us each our privacy, and he helped me pack for the trip.
We’d stopped by the center so I could say my goodbyes. Now, as I stood in the studio, waiting patiently to at least catch a glimpse of him, my body felt empty and my chest tight. I’d not only mentally prepared myself to be his wife, I desperately wanted it to be true.
The director, a short man who appeared to be permanently fused to the dingy brown cap he wore, came walking past with one of his assistants. “Let’s hope he responds better to the dancers this time. Christ, I thought the guy was dead from the neck down. How can you have six women pawing and clawing at you and not react?”
The assistant snickered. “Maybe he’s so used to it that he’s blasé.”
I knew they were talking about Exavier, and the thought of him being with so many women in his lifetime hit me hard. It hurt. It wasn’t like I considered myself a jealous person, but when it came to Exavier, I was. I could hardly point fingers and lay blame when I’d lived my own life as well. We both had a past and we’d both need to learn to live withthat. If understanding wasn’t possible, then my arrangement with him would be terminated. That was the only good thing about waking to find our mating was nothing more than an erotic fantasy I’d dreamed up.
