Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Xavier's POV

The night was cold and the air chilly, and if that wasn't the best combination to further cement my victory tonight, then I had no idea what else could suffice. As I stood on the balcony of my quarters, something caught my attention, and a smile made its way to my lips. The fire still burned in the distance, and with its faint glow, it looked like a beautiful painting against the backdrop of the night sky. I could see the trail of smoke curling into the stars like a dark prayer. While it or reached destruction, it filled me with a wave of satisfaction I wasn't sure I would be able to get anywhere else.

Redmoon Pack, was behind me, broken and bleeding, but yet, I didn't feel at peace with myself. I clenched the edge of the balcony's rail until the stone threatened to crack beneath my grip. I should have been celebrating, I should have been drunk on victory. My brother and whatever he thought he had, had crumbled at my feet tonight, the same way our father once made me crumble.

Emily, his precious plaything, was also locked away under my roof, but none of that mattered, because all I could think about was her.

Lyra.

The name tasted like sin and salvation mixed together on my tongue. Her scent, which was the perfect mix of wild roses, warmth, and something else, was still embedded in the fabric of my coat. I’d tried to wash it off twice now, but it clung to me like a fucking curse.

I’d taken her once, and that should have been enough for me, but it wasn’t.

My wolf paced inside me, and I could feel everything he felt. He was restless and was pacing beneath me. It didn’t matter to him that she hated me, he wanted her. We wanted her. And I wanted her to want me back.

With my jaw clenched, I turned from the balcony and stalked into my chamber. Shadows danced across the stone walls, and thanks to the flickering torches, the said shadows seemed to dance. I barely slept in here, but right now, I couldn't feel like it was the only place in the fortress where I could think about Lyra.

The king sized bed had more than ample space to take her over and over again, if she was willing to have me, that is.

I yanked open a drawer and pulled out the black panties she had worn the night we met. She had left it behind at the hotel, in her haste to run away from me and rub back to Xander. I'd thought it was ridiculous at first, and that it was probably a ploy to get me to find her, but now, I solely believed the moon goddess had orchestrated our meeting, because, what were the odds? What were the odds that the one woman who'd somehow managed to bring me to my knees, was mine to snatch from my useless brother?

Without thinking I brought it to my nose and inhaled, slow and deep.

Fuck. She smelled like heaven, she'd tasted like heaven too, and I would give anything to get lost in her slick folds once again. I pressed my eyes shut, but my mind took that as permission to replay our little adventure from that night. My body gree hot from thought, and I quickly decided, I needed a shower.

Stripping down into nothing but my birthday suit, I hopped into the shower. Ice cold water patted down my skin and for a moment, I was able to forget all about her, until my gaze landed on the lacy underwear sprawled on the bed.

I growled low in my throat, and I saw my own Adam's apple bob in frustration. I tried to push the memory away. Instead, it rooted deeper.

My hand drifted down between my hips, seeking release, any form of it. My eyes flickered shut again, and as I moved my hand up and down my shaft, all I could see was her. Her moans hitting the roof, her nails dragging down my back, her heat and walls around my cock. Fuck. She'd taken me like a good girl, I'd watched her bite down on her bottom lip, just so she wouldn't scream out loud. She'd threaded her fingers through my hair as she told me how good I felt, how good I fucked her.

“Argh.” My hand bobbed up and down faster now, and with the scent of her panties still on my nose, I was this close to going crazy. I was jerking off to the memory of the woman I wanted, and call me crazy or whatever, but I didn't care. I could wank to her photo or something as irrelevant as her scarf too.

I imagined her mouth around me, how warm she would feel. She'd bob her head up and down, whilst taking all of me, even if it made her gag. Then I'd fuck her mouth till every every part of me hit the base of her throat.

I replayed the both of us hitting peak pleasure together, and that was all it took for me too. With a loud groan, and stars clouding my vision, the release I'd been craving, finally came, but it wasn't enough.

I needed Lyra. I needed her.

A frown made its way to my face, and without thinking I slammed my fist against the wall. Adull crack echoed through the room and pain shot up my knuckles. It hurt, but at least that was real.

Good.

Getting dressed didn't get my mind off her either, and I decided to pay my newest prisoner a visit. The dungeons were located at the Eastern wing of the fortress, but I easily arrived in a matter of minutes. It was dark, and I didn't miss the obnoxiously loud echo of water dripping from the cracks in the walls and onto the ground. They gave the place a sort of haunted feel, for anyone who cared about that sort of vibe anyway.

The moment I got to her cell, she scrambled on her feet.

“You're here.” Her voice was soft, but it sounded like grated gravel to me. “I didn't know you were coming …”

“Or what?” I interrupted Xander’s mistress. “What would you have done?”

She didn't respond instantly. Instead, I watched her made a show of getting up from the small bed she'd been sitting on. Her eyes narrowed into hooded alcoves and as she took slow and gentle steps towards me, I didn't miss the seduction dancing in her eyes.

“I’ve figured its quite lonely around here.” her voice dropped to a sultry whisper as she approached me. “I thought you might want company. I may be behind bars, but once you let me out…”

“No.” my voice was sharp and cold, and I shot her as glare as I continued. “I don't need your company.”

“You took me, remember?” She wasn't giving up easily. “So, I assumed that meant something…”

“It doesnt.” My voice was flat. “You're nothing but collateral right now. A pawn in a game of chess, and if you're not careful, you just might get discarded without fulfilling your purpose.”

“Then why not give me back to your brother?” The switch from seductive to anger was so quick, I almost laughed. “Let’s stop pretending I matter to you.”

She wasn’t wrong though. She didn't matter to me, but in the grand scheme of things? Maybe she did a little bit. But that wasn’t her fault, was it?

“You will stay here until I get what I want.” My voice sent shivers down her spine, and I watched her shudder. “And if I don't, let's just say you'd pray for death without getting any answers.”

I saw her eyes widen in fear, but without so much as another word in her direction, I stormed out of the dungeon. Even as I made my way back to my room, only one thought echoed in my mind.

I was going to make her mine, my mate. I was going to make her choose me,even if it was the last thing I did.