Wicked Heirs (Electi Academy #1)

15. ~Xavier~

15

~Xavier~

Alena had been mortified.

Seeing as though she was so open and free when it came to her sexuality, that was really saying something.

It had caught both of us off guard.

And, worse, it had completely tainted our date.

Things had been going so well up until then.

We’d been connecting, really enjoying one another’s company. I’d even been flirting, which was not a given for me, nor something I was usually comfortable with. But she’d been lapping it up and loving it as much as I had.

It had been one of the best afternoons I’d had in ages—since I’d been turned, especially.

And then that piece of shit had steamrolled right over it.

Of course he had.

He’d had no control over it and he never took well to being in that position.

Bringing Talon into it had been a real dick move too.

Especially with him trying to make peace with Alena and maintain a truce now.

She wasn’t exactly going to see what he’d done at Orpheus’ behest as remaining true to that.

Fuck, he’d screwed up so many things with his interfering bullshit today.

I stormed down the corridor and when I reached his suite at the far end, I went to knock, then to demand he drop his ward, when I was pulled up short by the door opening of its own accord.

He’d sensed me.

I pushed on through, scanning his chambers rapid-fire, unable to contain the anger and intensity coursing through my veins like livewires.

I didn’t see him right there.

I forced myself to stop and take stock, and then I employed my vampiric hearing to locate him. Scent would’ve been my first go-to with anyone else, but he’d been known to mask his several times since I’d known him when he went into his secretive phases, so I’d learned to always employ my hearing first when it came to him.

Damnation, he was a frustrating bastard at the best of times.

But he was also a loyal, supportive, and attentive friend.

A best friend, a brother.

What he’d done had to just be him losing it for a brief window in time.

At least that was what I was hoping.

But making excuses for him wouldn’t suffice.

It wasn’t good enough just because I’d figured out the reason for it.

He needed to acknowledge it, that what he’d done was wrong. He then needed to apologize and swear like hell to me that he’d never repeat any actions like those of earlier.

I picked up on the sound of a trowel sinking into soil, telling me exactly where he was.

In the next second, I sped out through the open balcony doors.

A cornucopia of iridescent colors greeted me the moment I stepped out onto the large wraparound balcony of his chambers. It was a perk he enjoyed as Prince, having one of the best, largest, and most luxurious suites at the academy that fit his needs. One such need was his affinity for gardening. Well, magical gardening.

As Dark Fae, a lot of darkness and destruction—sometimes even death—was associated with his kind. But Orpheus not only hated that stereotype despite it having some truth to it, but he hated it for him. And whenever he could, he flew in the face of it. Like with this beloved hobby of his, creating and cultivating life and beauty.

Of course, he leaned on his dark side with Obsidian and he had certain sexual predilections, because he couldn’t fully deny that part of his nature, and he also pulled on it as an asset too.

It was a complicated situation, fraught with contradictions and confusion, in all honesty.

Then again, wasn’t that the case for all beings? There was really no such thing as simple. We weren’t just one thing, we were many. We walked the line between the different facets of ourselves, those that we liked and enjoyed, and those that we feared or even reviled.

At least we tried to walk the line. It wasn’t easy.

He looked up from tending to his many plants and flowers, that fucking smirk spreading over his face. “That was fast. Even with the vampire thing in play. I guess you didn’t stick around to give our little angel a good- afternoon kiss.”

“Shut the fuck up.” In a burst of vampire speed, I knocked the trowel out of his hand. It hit a window of the greenhouse, shattering the pane.

“You’re using violence, you must be worked up.”

“You want to see violence, is that it? You want to be that trowel and window pane I just decimated?”

“Sure. It’s been a long time since I’ve entertained a spot of violence from a worthy opponent. Although, I should warn you, it’ll probably get me off, so you might want to call your new girlfriend in here to tend to me afterward.”

Like I would be that foolish to take a run at him, especially not in a fit of rage when he’d be able to use that against me. Besides, I could sense the cloaked shield he’d just put up immediately after I’d knocked the trowel from his hand.

With another burst of speed, I put some necessary distance between us as I demanded, “What the hell is your problem?”

“I believe that’s beyond obvious.”

“One moment you’re talking about sharing, the next you can’t handle it.”

He stepped back from his plants and shoved his hands into the pockets of his blazer, glaring daggers my way. “ You’re not sharing. You’re keeping her all to yourself.”

“I move at a slower pace when it comes to romancing someone.”

“ Romancing? Fuck, X.”

“It’s what I do.”

He took my words in and concluded all too easily, “Ah, you’re afraid it will be too fast if I’m involved.”

“Too fast, too dirty, too fucked-up and depraved… take your pick.”

“Well, the dirty part is bullshit. Love Me Dirty is the title of your latest novel, is it not? You’re exploring the idea of that through your writing.”

“Exploring, not enacting it.”

“Well, you need to. A snail’s pace isn’t gonna hold her at bay for much longer. It’ll start causing problems very soon. And that will be when you’ll need me . I can offset it for us.”

“None of that means anything right now because of what you did! She was already so done with our bullshit. Oh, I’m sorry, yours and Talon’s. She thought it was finally over, then you pull this! The likelihood of her wanting to continue things with me is really fucking slim now, because she’ll lump me in with you two, thinking that being with me, somebody who’s so close to you fuckers, will just keep bringing her these ridiculous headaches.”

“X, listen—”

“No! Do you realize that you could’ve fucked up even more than that? You know it takes special permission to be granted the freedom to head off campus and into town. That comes with specific rules, one major rule being not exposing the supernatural world to humans—no doing magic or transforming, nothing. You performing that spell could’ve done that.”

“It was glamoured, only we could see it.”

“What about my reaction? The sexual nature of it triggered the demon. It was only through supreme effort that I was able to stop my fangs from dropping, for fuck’s sakes. And I had to use my magic to snuff out the spell. It’s always your way or nothing. You can twist the truth and situations to justify any fucking thing.”

“Look, there was no harm done from a rule-breaking standpoint. And even if there had been, the faculty would have waived the three-month restriction of requesting a few hours outside the dome with one single call from Elliot Sabre.”

Seriously? “I don’t want my father fighting my battles.” I jerked down my shirt to reveal the tattoo my father had imbued with his magic. “It’s bad enough that this is needed. I want to stand on my own, to figure all this vampire shit out without pulling him into it.”

“Have you told your new girlfriend that’s why she had to step in and sort the whole blood situation out for you, and use her pull?”

“No,” I ground out, well aware of the threat in his tone.

He scoffed. “She’s demanded honesty and trust from me, yet here you are getting away with doing the opposite.”

“It’s something that needs to come out naturally, over time. My case is different. She’s demanded what she has from you because it’s the basis of why you targeted her.”

“And yet I’m not targeting her anymore. She’s already well aware that it’s over and done with.”

“Color me shocked, but maybe she doesn’t trust you at your word.”

He hissed at me.

“Hurts, doesn’t it? Good. Maybe it will finally ground you a little, all-powerful Dark Fae Prince.”

“Xavier—”

I held up my hand. “We’re done here. When you’re ready to issue an apology to us both and put these underhanded fucking tactics behind you, we’ll talk. Until then, keep the hell away.”

With that, I twirled my hand and dematerialized in a cobalt-blue teleportation cloud.

I smiled to myself as my pen flew across the page.

I’d needed something to calm down after my confrontation with Orpheus, and writing always fit the bill. I could escape into another world and leave my rage and other emotions behind—at least for a little while.

There was most definitely something about Fiona—something I couldn’t quite put my finger on—that pulled me into her orbit. Much like a moth being predisposed to seek out a flame, knowing it would reduce it to ash all the same, she had that effect on me. I knew better, but she drew me to her just like the flame did the moth and the danger in such an act was inexplicably cast aside into non-existence. But that comparison only went so far, for I was the one who stood to burn her to ashes. Innocence like hers couldn’t stand alongside my darkness.

I stopped writing as that last sentence hit me in the gut.

It wasn’t just about my characters, it encroached on real life.

I’d been holding back with Alena and taking things slowly because, as I’d stated to her, she deserved better than just being taken in a quick fuck, and also because of my issues with my control and bloodlust.

But the more time I’d spent with her—after our classes and then culminating in our date earlier—the more I’d realized there had been another reason.

I was concerned about poisoning her with my darkness.

As a Nephilim, she was a literal angel.

And as half vampire, I was a literal demon.

I mean, I knew she had an edge to her, but up against my dark side… it was another story.

I hadn’t shown it to her yet.

Maybe it would be too much.

And even if it wasn’t, should I really subject her to that? Would it infect her? Would it hurt her? I couldn’t stand the idea of that.

She had been with Orpheus and he didn’t hide his darkness. Not really.

Fuck, I guess him interfering in our date had brought that question home to me when I’d previously been trying to ignore and deny it.

She’d claimed that she’d pulled away after they’d slept together and grown close due to matters of trust and the issue between their parents that he was refusing to fill her in on.

But could it have been about his nature too? Or, even instead of what she’d claimed?

Truthfully, the only way to know would be to bring it out and show it to her.

Asking was one thing, but you couldn’t predict other people’s actions, and even said people could barely really predict their own actions, so the only way to know for sure was to actually do it and see what happened in real-time.

It was a risk, though, and I’d stopped taking risks ever since I’d been turned.

Although, I guess taking her on a date today and getting to know her lately had been a bit of a risk in itself, putting myself out there to someone who wasn’t my two closest brothers-in-arms.

My phone buzzed on my nightstand.

Hoping it was an apology from Talon—I knew one from Orpheus would be a long time coming—I was surprised when it was actually somebody a whole lot different instead.

I couldn’t help smiling as her name flashed on the screen, a surge of warmth rolling through me.

Alena: Sorry I’m only responding now. Had my phone off while I was practicing my magic again. None of it’s your fault. Nothing to apologize for.

Xavier: I’m glad we’re okay.

Alena: Better than just okay. I had a really great time with you.

Xavier: You did, beautiful?

Alena: I did. I didn’t want it to end.

Xavier: Me neither.

Alena: You really brought the romance. Thank you, it meant a lot. I’ve never had a date before.

Xavier: Never?

Alena: I didn’t know what I was missing clearly.

I chuckled to myself.

Alena: It was made all the more special by sharing it with a sweetheart like you.

Xavier: It was special to me too. But you need to know I’m not all sweet.

Alena: Already noticed. Don’t worry.

Xavier: What? Really?

Alena: I know what you are, but I also see who you are. Don’t keep selling yourself short. And don’t keep hating the vampire side of yourself. It’s still a part of you and it doesn’t have to mean something dire or automatically mean badness. Plus, a little dark keeps things interesting, wouldn’t you say?

Wow.

She’d caught me off guard.

I couldn’t actually summon a response.

Should I—

A flash of golden light came from over by the door a second before my ward shattered, the cobalt-blue pieces of my magic raining down over the floor before dematerializing.

And then she stood there in all her glory.

Definitely in all her glory.

She stood there smirking at me with a hand cocked on her hip in nothing but a purple and gold silk negligee.

“Feel like testing that theory?”

“Holy hell,” I only just managed to choke out at the sight of her and what she was suggesting—at all of it.

It was a lot to absorb in a few seconds. Or at all.

Her pink hair was flowing down in loose curls brushing her arms.

The negligee barely covered her thighs and it did amazing justice to her full breasts.

A snarl escaped me and it was all I could do to prevent my fangs from dropping.

I couldn’t control my cock the same way and I was hard in a fucking instant at the sight of her scantily clad and standing in my chambers.

“That’s a major compliment,” she said, her smirk widening.

“It’s well deserved.”

In the next moment, she was on me, sliding her hands under my t-shirt and all over my chest and abs as her mouth crashed down on mine.

Hell.

I rose to it, kissing her back fiercely.

She moaned out and opened for me and then our tongues were tangling, the passion between us and all that I’d repressed, exploding all over the place and raining down all over us.

She tasted like the sweetest temptation.

One of her hands slid down over my jeans and cupped my hard cock through them.

I jolted, not used to the sensation.

She went slow, stroking in an easy, sensual rhythm and before I knew it I was letting go and grinding back against her.

Pleasure sparked everywhere and I growled into her mouth, getting lost in it. The urge for more, so much more, didn’t slam up against a barrier this time and make me stop it before it went any further.

In fact, all I could think about was needing it to go further.

Needing her hands and mouth all over me.

Needing to feel her all over me.

Needing to sink deep into her and lose my fucking mind with it.

The next thing I knew, I was snarling, tearing from our kiss, then snagging her around the hips and tossing her onto my bed.

She squealed with delight as she bounced on the mattress, then watched me rip my shirt over my head and tear open my jeans.

She slid one of the straps of her negligee down her shoulder, holding my gaze as she did, looking so wanton and sexy as she slipped the other down, then started sliding the garment down her body, exposing her breasts, her stomach, her pussy, her thighs. Every inch of her silky skin.

I loved that she wasn’t shy about showing herself to me at all. She was so confident in this aspect of her life, so free. In fact, it seemed to bolster her as I ran my eyes all over her, drinking her in, and making sure I took a mental snapshot of this moment to hold onto forevermore.

“All the way,” she said, as I got distracted by the sight of her naked body and had stilled with stripping. “Show me your cock.”

Cock. That was so hot coming out of her mouth.

I shoved down my jeans and boxers in one go, kicking them off, and her eyes flamed as she took in my cock, long and hard as fucking stone for her, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.

“Wow,” she breathed, clenching her thighs. “You’ve been keeping that to yourself all these years?”

“Sure have,” I said, crawling onto the bed. “But now there’s you.”

She yelped as I suddenly grasped her thighs and spread them wide. “I might be a virgin, but you should know… I do my research.”

I dove into her pussy then, dragging my tongue through her slick folds.

She moaned out and threw her head back.

Moans would be the least of it soon.

I showed her my research then as I descended on her pretty pink pussy, swirling my tongue, licking, sucking, finding her clit right away and worshipping her with everything that I had.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck, Xavier!” she cried, bucking on the bed, her thighs trembling in my grip.

I grasped her ass, dug my nails into her soft skin to give her a bite of pain and lightly touch the dark that she clearly wanted, and then I thrust my tongue deep inside her.

She tasted sublime and I couldn’t get enough of her sweetness, her reactions, her cries of needy pleasure… the whole thing.

It called to the savage part of me and then I was snarling and thrusting my tongue in and out of her like a fucking animal, and abusing her clit with wild rubs of my thumbs.

“God! Shit!” she screamed, before shrieking and coming all over my face.

I licked up every drop of her.

I’d only just raised my head when she grabbed me and used her angelic strength to toss me onto my back up the bed.

She was there in the next second, pouncing on me and grinding her hot little pussy all over my abs as she kissed and licked my lips, my throat, my collarbone, my pecs.

It was wild and out of control and it sparked the same in me.

I shifted her on me and ground her pussy all over my hard cock.

“Fuck,” I grunted, as bliss wracked my body, making my balls draw tight.

“God,” she gasped, lifting up and arching her back.

I lunged up and licked her nipples of her offered breasts and she trembled all over from the overstimulation as we dry humped roughly. I didn’t know how dry it was with us leaking all over one another.

“I need you,” she moaned.

“Yes,” I breathed, right there with her.

She rose up on me, gripped my shoulders, and held my gaze as she grasped the base of my cock, making me jolt, then started to take me.

The feeling was out of this world as she sank down, taking me deeper, inch by inch.

“Hell,” I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. “So tight… how are you taking me?”

“You’re stretching me open, baby.” She licked her lips. “Mmm, in the best way. I can feel every inch of you filling me.”

“Fuck… your dirty words…”

“Mmm,” she said, taking my hands and placing them back on her breasts. “Those are barely even dirty.” She shifted and leaned in, whispering seductively in my ear, “Fuck my hot cunt raw with your big cock. Make me scream for you.”

“Holy fuck, Alena.”

She smirked at me, then rose up almost all the way off my cock, then slammed down hard all the way.

A growl rumbled in my throat, pleasure consuming me. She took it further, doing it again and again, driving me out of my ever-loving mind.

“Alena,” I rasped, completely overcome at all the new sensations she was pulling from me.

In the next second, I lost control, ripped her off my cock, then rolled her beneath me.

And then I slammed back inside her, the force of my thrust rocking the whole bed.

She scream out in ecstasy. “Yes! Fuck me, Xavier!”

I pounded into her like a madman, her screams the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

Then I dug my blunt nails into her breasts, making her cry out my name.

That was the least of it when I employed my vampire speed, slamming in and out of her in a blur of almost violent motion.

Her eyes shot wide and she was beside herself, clawing at my chest and losing it.

I was right there with her, the erotic torture to my cock taking me right to the edge.

And then I felt her pussy clamp down around my shaft and she shrieked and convulsed beneath me as she came.

I gritted my teeth, only just managing to hold my own orgasm back.

I didn’t want this to end. Not yet.

I wanted to push her further, to see her come all over me again, to feel her milking my cock, to witness her losing it all over the place because of me.

She was obviously on the same wavelength regarding me , because she grabbed my shoulders and jerked me down to her, looking all sexy and blissed out.

“Let go,” she gasped, scraping her teeth over my throat.

The vampire roared to life at the tease, the temptation of it.

“Alena, I—”

“It’s okay. It’ll be okay.” She licked where her teeth had marked me, sending zings of pleasure through me and calling to that depraved need of the vampire. “Bite me, sweet thing.”

Fuck me, I couldn’t resist.

For once, I didn’t want to.

I wanted to give her everything that I was.

I needed to.

She’d said she accepted me, but I needed to know for sure.

I needed to feel it.

I called the demon forth, feeling my features twisting as it took me, my fangs dropping.

Looking down at her and studying her reaction, all I saw was excitement. No fear, no disgust. Just a whole lot of want and anticipation.

I stilled inside her, then leaned in to the right side of her neck. She moaned out as I scraped my fangs over her soft skin.

I could hear her panting, feel her heart racing, scent her need.

I bit down, sinking my fangs into her soft flesh.

The moment her blood coated my tongue, I was a goner, the savage in me coming out to play, and I lost full control, slamming inside her with the full force of my vampire speed, drinking deep, and scraping my talons down her breasts, over her stomach, consuming her everywhere, marking her, making her mine.

“Yes… ungh… fuck!” she cried, convulsing beneath me and clenching down around my cock as she came.

I didn’t stop, and it had her coming again and again, until her screams turned raw and hoarse.

I felt her growing lethargic, so I withdrew my fangs and hid them away, then leaned down and slicked my blood-drenched tongue all over her lips, making her taste it.

Her glassy eyes locked on mine and a little smirk spread over her face before she licked it all up.

The sight of it finally had me losing the battle to hold on, and I roared out into the room as I came deep inside her, filling her with my hot cum.

It was enough to set her off once more and she came all over my cock again, before then collapsing back onto the sheets, barely lucid.

“Oh my God,” she breathed.

I eased out of her and rolled off her, gathering her into my arms and holding her to me.

“Thank you,” I said, stroking her hair and soothing her. “Are you all right?”

“Couldn’t be better,” she said, sleepily. “You?”

“This night will live in my memory forever, Alena.”

“Worth the wait then?”

I smiled. “Without a doubt. Absolutely.” I kissed her cheek and a soft smile played on her lips. “Rest now, my beautiful angel.”

I held her as she fell asleep and it wasn’t long before I joined her.