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Ask your husband then
WTF are you talking about?
Their bodies were found with their hearts ripped out
In a shallow grave
And you’re blaming Xavier for this??
Of course, I fucking am.
Xavier wouldn’t bury someone in a shallow grave.
Unless he wants them to be found to send a message.Think about it, Wren!I told you to be careful around him.He.Is.A.KILLER!!!!
I lower my hand, blinking to readjust my eyes to the dark after staring at my phone’s bright screen.Xavier wouldn’t bury someone at all if he didn’t want them to be found.But if he did…I look up in his direction.He’s still standing by my family’s gravesite, his tall and muscular form just a black shadow in the night.
“Xavier,” I say, voice coming out a hoarse whisper.I push off the grave and start toward him.“Xavier,” I repeat.He hears me through the quiet of the night and rushes over.
“Wren,” he breathes, taking me in his arms.
“Xavier,” I say again before he has a chance to ask me anything.“Did you kill Buck and Gavin?”
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“Idid,” he replies with no hesitation.His lips pull into a smile.“I knew it wouldn’t take long before they were found.”
I inch closer, knowing everything Tony said was true.Xavier is a killer…a dangerous man not to be messed with.He took two human lives without blinking an eye.But it doesn’t scare me.Not anymore.
“Why?”
“I told you, Wren, nobody hurts my family and gets away with it.”
My heartbeat echoes through my entire body, and time stands still.I lock eyes with him and my lips part, breath hitching in my chest.Desperation to close the distance takes over, and I fling my arms around him and I stand on my toes, kissing him.He wraps me in his embrace, picking me up and setting me on a tombstone as I fasten my legs around his waist.My heart swells in my chest and I feel so much for him.
I’m not his blood.I wasn’t even part of his plan.Yet I became his wife, and he takes family seriously.He is my husband and we are family—a true family.Maybe it’s crazy, but at that moment I know he will never betray me.I’ve never had a trueride or die, or in this case aride or murder anyone who hurts youand knowing that he would kill for me—literally kill for me—fills me with such an overwhelming desire.
It’s wrong, and I know that.But I don’t care.And, more than anything, I’m so fucking tired of trying to do what’s right.I’ve lived my whole life scrambling for the approval of others and look what it’s gotten me.
He steps in, pressing his hips against me.I lean back, thankful for his vampire strength to easily hold me.Drawing his fangs, he kisses me again and I feel his cock start to harden against me.Heat floods my body and there are too many layers of fabric between the two of us and of fucking course, Xavier is wearing another dark suit, looking like the devil in disguise.I fumble with the buttons on the suit jacket as I kiss him, almost forgetting how to use my fingers as my mind focuses on one thing.
I get the last button undone and he straightens up, taking his jacket off.He tosses it on a cross-shaped tombstone next to us and then looks at me, fangs illuminated by the foggy red glow from the crystal.
“Wren,” he growls, tone rough with need.Tingles of desire weave their way through my body hearing him say my name like that.
“I want you,” I pant back in response, missing his lips against mine already.My hands travel down his firm chest and hover over the buckle of his belt.
“As I want you.”His hands go to my thighs and I hook my hands on his firm shoulders, leaning back as much as I can.The air is still around us, with sounds of the night filling the otherwise silent graveyard.He steps in, this time purposely pressing his hardness against me.My lips part when I feel it, shuttering as my body begs to be touched.
“Have me,” I practically beg.
“I will,” he says and his tone dips thick with heat.“Not just your body but your blood.”
All I can do is bob my head up and down, eyes closing when he kisses me again.This time it’s rough, tongue pushing into my mouth with fervor.He slips his hands beneath me, effortlessly picking me up.He steps back, kissing me as he turns, pressing my back against a tall, marble tombstone.It’s cool against my skin, sending a shock to my system.I buck my hips, pressing into the marble behind me.His cock rubs against me and it feels so fucking good already.It wouldn’t take much for me to come right now, and with everything that just went down, I need the release.
In a blur, Xavier moves us to a stone bench that sits under the outstretched arms of a weeping angel statue.Her sad eyes seem to follow us, but I don’t care.Hell, every single body in the entire graveyard could start to claw their way out of their graves right now and I would hardly notice.
He lays me down lengthwise and spreads my legs so one is on either side of the bench.Then he grabs my ankles and scoots me down so my butt is on the edge.I gasp when he reaches under my dress, pulling off my panties and tossing them on the ground next to us.Dropping to his knees, he puts my legs on his shoulders and dives between my thighs, mouth going right to me.
