I gasped when his finger slid into my wet folds. I whimpered, “Please don’t Xander… never let go.” He growled, “Never. You’re mine. Always. MINE!” He began to suck on my marking spot. I dug my nails into his back. He purred and continued working his fingers inside me. I felt the familiar tightening in my belly.
He growled against my neck, “Say you’re mine.” I screamed my release, “I’m yours, Xander!” He growled and replaced his fingers with his hard length. My back arched off the bed. Xander and I locked eyes. I forced myself not to cry at the love I saw reflected in his.
He slowly lowered his lips to mine then began to slowly move inside me. He rested his forehead on mine. Freya was purring in my head. He built me to a slow release then I flipped us. He smirked admitting, “I love that you can do that.”
I smiled then rocked my hips back and forth. I found an angle that was good for both of us and sped up. He gripped my hips, “Oh god. Jesus. FUCK, LOVEBUG!” He conjured a pillow and ripped it apart to avoid sinking his teeth into my neck and it hurt all over again. This was my choice so he could decide if he wanted to be with me knowing everything.
Before I could focus on my pep talk, I could feel Freya try to push forward. I felt a stinging pain on my lip as I came. Xander put his hand up to my lip and healed it. I asked, “What was that?” That sounded all weird. I questioned, “Why do I sound funny?” Xander explained, “Your canines elongated.”
I gasped and clapped my hand over my mouth. I touched my teeth and tears filled my eyes. Xander smiled, “Freya is getting stronger. Not enough to come forward and talk to me but she clearly wants to mark me.”
I replied, “Well, I mean we both do it just... I mean... like… I do... obviously... I’ve said that before... to you... just... the whole conversation thing and…” Xander cut me off with a kiss again. He pulled back, “I know you want to. I also know you want to wait until I get back. Where are we meeting?”
I snorted, “You just want to plan it all out.” Of course he did. He was an Alpha Enforcer….and I did too because I was a Beta blood. Planning out a strategy to get what he wanted….was quite literally in his blood.
Alexander nodded, “I do. I’m not going home without you by my side.” I thought about it for a second. He’d have to come somewhere we could talk. It was a risk, but maybe I just wanted him to put it all together even if he rejected me afterwards. Or if he just wanted to think about it. He’d investigate the building eventually. He wouldn’t have time to do it beforehand with his mission.
I got up and wrote down the address to my actual place. I did own the building…so it was secure. The downstairs was where everything the Resistance did was housed. My apartment was upstairs. Then the other floors were reserved for my friends who just needed to get out of Black Path for a night.
I handed him the paper saying, “When you are done…I mean with your mission… text me and we can meet here.” Alexander nodded asking, “What’s this place?” I admitted, “It’s my place. The real one.” Alexander tilted his head, “You don’t stay in the pack?”
I explained, “Oh I do… umm sometimes. I have a room in Hendrick and Mason’s house. This is where all my personal things are though. My stuff would get taken if I didn’t have a separate place…so I got it when I turned sixteen…but I do stay at Mason and Hendrick’s…but that’s on pack grounds…and you can’t go there…well…you can…you’re not supposed to…because obviously no one could stop you.”
Alexander nodded and kissed me, “Thank you for trusting me with this.” I kissed him back, then said, “You already have my heart, so…. I’m trusting you with a lot.” Xander nodded, “I’ll never hurt you or your heart. Nor will I betray your trust.” I snuggled into him and prayed that I wasn’t making the biggest mistake of my life. It felt right though. Everything about it just... felt right.
The rest of our time in Switzerland flew by. Alexander and I worked out together in the gym they had in the house. It was crazy, but awesome. We’d had late night swims and even went snowboarding again in Lausanne.
Xander took us on a yacht around Lake Geneva. We’d spent a day in Zurich and took bikes out on the Zermatt Lake Trail. We spent some days locked in our room. It felt like a little bit of waste, but I couldn’t tear myself away from him. I needed and ached for him. I really didn’t know how Freya or I would be away from him when we went home.
We spent the nights barely sleeping. That wasn’t new to me, but feeling this loved and accepted? That wasn’t something I’d had for a very long time. Never in this way. This was a different kind of love than I’d ever known.
It made me long for my family even more. I tried to figure out how to pull myself to that dang meadow/forest so I could see Tristan, but it didn’t work. Figures. Lying Angel Goddess. I should’ve gotten a firmer timeline of ‘soon’ since mine wasn’t the same as hers.
Our last night together… I was trying to keep the tears at bay. Xander whispered, “It’s just three days. I’ll finish everything as fast as I can. If I can make it two days, I will.” I whispered, “I want you to be safe.” Xander winked, “I’ll be fine.”
I cried, “I… I’m going to miss this. I’m going to miss you and us... and how everything is here…” Xander kissed me. When he pulled back, he wiped away my tears. He put his forehead on mine, “You’re breaking my heart, Lovebug. We will be back together before you know it, then no one will be able to tear you from my side.” I cried harder.
He didn’t know it, but he could wrong because of my name. My real name could tear me from his side. All my insecurities were bubbling up to the surface along with all my fears. All Jason and Alpha Kyle’s letters about how hated I was among the allies ran through my mind.
Xander held me tight, “Shh, don’t cry please. I’ll call my uncle and tell him I can’t go.” I shook my head arguing, “No… no you took the mission… you can’t back out as a Duke, but especially a Squadron Leader, without a really good reason. Me crying is totally not a good reason… I’ll be fine... I’m just... We had two weeks. Two perfectly beautiful weeks.”
Xander tucked my hair behind my ear, “Two weeks that are the first of many. You will be by my side in Black Mountain. You are MINE!” I wiped my tears and forced myself to stop crying. I held onto him tightly.
I whispered, “Make love to me until you have to go.” He nodded and proceeded to do exactly that. Soon my tears stopped to make way for the pleasure I felt. We didn’t sleep a single second and only stopped when someone knocked on the door. It was going to be time to go.
My tears returned. Xander frowned begging, “Lovebug, please don’t cry. Everything will be ok.” I whispered, “You don’t know that.” He tilted my chin up and said fiercely, “I do know that. You are mine and I’m yours. Three days is nothing to us.”
He added, “Plus, if you miss me you can call. I’m going to text you my burner number because I memorized your phone number. Sierra gave it me and I intend to use it.” I smiled, “Ok… I might call you a lot then.” Xander admitted, “I hope you do.”
I got up with his help. He threw a fresh hoodie of his at me to keep. I inhaled deeply because it still smelled like him. I tucked this one in my bag once I was in the bathroom. I quickly showered and stepped out putting on new leggings and a different hoodie of his.
Tears filled my eyes again. Everything could change once he came back from his mission. This trip went by too quickly. Three days from now either my whole world would shatter, or we would have this. Maybe I really should talk to Jason before the three days deadline. I filed that away for future thought.
I stepped out of the bathroom. Xander kissed me saying, “I’ll be in and out in a flash.” He winked at me. I teased, “You don’t have Hood blood.” He threw his head back and laughed while I sat on our bed. He’d snapped my stuff packed. I had more bags than what I came with. He joined me in less than two minutes.
I told him, “You could just conjure the things you bought for me to Black Mountain. I’d hate for something to happen to them.” He agreed, “I could do that.” He conjured it all away. My heart hurt. He could return it all in three days if he didn’t want me.
The lyrics to Taylor Swift’sWildest Dreamswere flashing in my head. I stared at him hoping he remembered this time with me in a good light when he returned. He popped to me begging, “Please don’t cry again, Lovebug. I’m so sorry about this mission.”
