Chapter 24: His Backseat Rules

I stared at him. “That’s insulting, Xavier,” I hissed, though the heat gathering low in my belly already betrayed me.

Don’t let him win, Rave, Ciel whispered.

“It’s called a negotiation, sweetheart,” Xavier said with a smirk. “Yeah. My wolf knows your wolf wants to run.”

I narrowed my eyes at him.

He leaned in. “You want my resources. I want you walking into that forest tonight with my come still on you. We both get what we want. ”

I wanted to slap the smug look off his face. Instead, my body leaned toward him like a traitor.

“You really get off on this control thing, don’t you?”

“Absolutely.”

Without warning, he hooked two fingers into the collar of my sweater and hauled me across the seat until I was straddling his lap.

And Ciel went very quiet.

Xavier didn’t just kiss me. This asshole was fucking claiming me, and somehow, it left both of us stunned…

Okay, Rave, maybe bite him?

I bit his lower lip hard enough to make him groan. I had no idea what else to do He answered by yanking my sweater up.

The AC hit my bare skin for half a second before his hands found the clasp of my bra.

Click.

He popped it open casually, then tossed the black lace onto the opposite seat like trash.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “Already wet. And you still pretend you hate this.”

“I do hate this,” I muttered, even as my hips rolled against him.

“Liar.”

His mouth closed over my nipple, his teeth scraping just enough to make me crave more. I arched into him with a choked sound.

He moved lower, biting the mark he had left the night before.

“Xavier—”

“Quiet,” he breathed. “We have time,” he said softly. “And I intend to spend every second reminding the discarded Holloway that she doesn’t get to pretend she’s above me anymore.”

I should have been furious.

Instead, Ciel liked it!

Sorry, Rave, he’s really good at degrading us.

Fucking traitor! I groaned.

His hand dropped, roughly undoing my jeans.

I lifted my hips to help him shove the denim and the thin scrap of underwear down.

The moment the fabric slipped away, two fingers pushed inside me, hooking against that perfect spot.

“Look at that,” he purred, his voice low and rough. “One truth, and you’re already soaked. Does the outcast Holloway always react like this when someone reminds her she’s nothing but a stray who got lucky?”

I should have punched him.

Instead, I rocked down onto his fingers and hated how good it felt.

“You’re an asshole,” I managed.

“And you’re dripping on my trousers.” He scissored his fingers, watching my face the entire time. “Tell me to stop.”

I didn’t.

By the time he pulled his fingers out, I was shaking and drenched against his lap. He shifted, positioning himself, and then drove into me in one hard, claiming thrust.

The sudden pressure knocked the breath from me.

“That’s it,” he gritted out. “Take it. This is what you signed up for when you walked back into my life with that sharp mouth and those revenge plans. You’re going to walk into Vargnótt in that pretty green dress with nothing underneath, my come still inside you, and every Alpha there will smell it.”

I braced one hand against the roof and the other against his shoulder, trying to match him and failing.

He didn’t let me take control. He never let me forget who was controlling the pace.

“Look at me.”

I forced my eyes open. His violet gaze was almost black.

“Say it,” he ordered. “Say what you are.”

I laughed, breathless and a little unhinged. “You’re such a dramatic bastard.”

He thrust up harder, hitting something that made my vision spark. “Say it.”

“Fine,” I gasped. “I’m the ruined Omega who still gets wet for the man who left her to rot. Happy?”

“Getting there.”

He watched me, memorizing every reaction on my face.

I came hard, clenching around him, biting down on his shoulder to keep from screaming.

A few thrusts later, he growled, burying himself deep and flooding me with heat.

We stayed locked together, panting, the only sound being the quiet hum of the engine.

He let me back onto the seat. My sweater was twisted, my jeans were open, and his semen was already slowly leaking out.

Xavier reached over, collected my bra and underwear from the seat, and casually stuffed both into the inner pocket of his suit jacket without looking away.

“Put on the dress,” he said softly. “Nothing underneath. And remember who you’re arriving with tonight.”

I fixed my clothes with shaking hands, my thighs pressed together.

The emerald dress waited on the floor beside me. In a few hours, I’d be wearing it into a forest full of pureblood Alphas.

Inside my head, Ciel went quiet for a long moment.

Then, traitorously, almost satisfied:

Again.

What the fuck was wrong with my wolf?