Possessive Xavier

CHAPTER 7

I stepped out of the black car at 9:15 p.m. with two suitcases and a sick feeling in my gut. The estate looked bigger at night. Lights glowed along the long driveway. The same gardens where I’d first seen Xavier in daylight now felt like walls closing in.

A staff member took my bags without speaking. He led me upstairs to the east wing. My room was at the very end of the hallway. King bed. Dark wood furniture. Big windows facing the garden. The room to my left was Luca’s. I could hear music coming through the wall. Xavier’s master suite was one floor directly above me. I knew the layout wasn’t random.

I unpacked in silence. Folded clothes into drawers. Hung up the black dress that still smelled like sex and cum from the pack house. My body ached. Bruises on my hips. Bite marks on my breast and neck hidden under fresh makeup. My pussy felt swollen and sore every time I moved. I took a quick shower but the hot water didn’t wash away the memory of Xavier’s cock or his cum leaking down my legs.

My wolf wouldn’t settle. She pushed under my skin, excited. She liked being here. Close to him. I wanted to scream at her to shut up.

At 11:47 p.m. my door opened without knocking.

Luca walked in wearing only gray sweatpants. Hair wet from the shower. He closed the door and locked it. Grinned like he owned the room.

“New rules,” he said. “When we’re under the same roof, we sleep together. No more waiting.”

He crossed the room fast. Grabbed me and pushed me backward onto the bed. His mouth crashed onto mine. Sloppy. Wet. Tongue shoving in like he was trying to win a fight. His hands grabbed my tits through my t-shirt, squeezing hard enough to hurt.

“Fuck, that dress tonight drove me crazy,” he muttered against my mouth. “You finally stopped acting like a prude. Time to give it up.”

His hand shoved between my legs. Rubbed over my shorts. I was still wet from earlier. He took it the wrong way.

“Yeah. There we go. My girl’s finally ready.”

“Luca, stop.” I pushed at his chest. “Not tonight. I’m exhausted from the meeting.”

He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand. Heavy. Strong. “Come on, Zara. We’re getting married in weeks. Stop playing games.”

He yanked my shorts down with his other hand. They caught around one ankle. I felt cold air on my bare pussy. My wolf snarled inside me, furious. This felt wrong. Dirty in a bad way. Not like with Xavier.

“Luca, I said no.”

He didn’t listen. His fingers pushed between my legs, rubbing rough. “You’re wet. Stop pretending you don’t want this.”

The door slammed open.

Xavier stood in the doorway. Black button-down. Dark pants. His eyes locked on Luca’s hand between my legs. On my shorts tangled around my ankle. On my face.

The air in the room turned to ice.

“Get the fuck off her.” Xavier’s voice was low. Scary quiet.

Luca froze. “Dad? What the hell are you doing in here?”

“I said get off her. Right now.”

Luca scrambled back. I pulled my shorts up fast and sat on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped tight around my chest. Xavier stepped inside and shut the door. The lock clicked loud.

“You don’t force her,” Xavier said. Each word cut like a blade. “She said no. You kept going. In my house. That shit ends tonight.”

Luca stood there breathing hard, face red. “She’s my fiancée. I can touch her. What the fuck is your problem?”

Xavier moved closer to the bed. Not fast. Controlled. But the rage rolled off him in waves. “Your problem is you’re weak. You think being Alpha means taking what you want when the woman says no. That makes you a pathetic pup, not a leader.”

I watched Xavier’s face. His jaw was locked tight. Eyes burning with pure jealousy. He wasn’t just protecting me. He was claiming me right in front of his own son.

Luca laughed, but it sounded nervous. “Since when do you give a shit about her? You barely spoke to her until this week.”

Xavier stepped between me and Luca. His body blocked me completely. “I give a shit about respect in this family. And I give a shit about what’s under this roof. She will be Luna. You will treat her like it. Or I will end this engagement myself and find someone who deserves her.”

The words hit Luca like a punch. His mouth opened. Closed. He looked at me. I couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Whatever,” Luca muttered. “Crazy old man.” He stormed out and slammed the door so hard the walls shook.

Silence filled the room.

Xavier turned to me slowly. His chest rose and fell. The control he usually had was cracking. Raw jealousy and possession burned in his eyes.

He grabbed me off the bed. Pushed me back against the wall. His hand gripped my jaw hard, tilting my face up to his.

“Did he get inside you?” he asked. Voice rough.

“No. You stopped him.”

His thumb pressed against my bottom lip. “No one touches you. Not him. Not anyone. Unless I allow it. Say it.”

“No one touches me unless you allow it.”

He kissed me like he wanted to erase every trace of Luca. Hard. Angry. Tongue pushing deep. His hands yanked my t-shirt over my head. Then ripped my shorts down. I stood completely naked against the wall while he was still dressed.

Xavier dropped to his knees. Shoved my thighs wide apart. Buried his face in my pussy. No teasing. His tongue licked broad and rough, tasting everything. He growled against me. The sound vibrated straight through my clit.

“Mine,” he said between licks. “This pussy is fucking mine.”

I grabbed his hair with both hands. My legs shook. He pushed two thick fingers inside me and sucked hard on my clit. I came fast. Grinding on his face. Trying not to scream. My wolf howled inside me, completely surrendered to him.

He stood up. Wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Unbuckled his belt. Pulled his cock out. Rock hard. Veins standing out. Angry.

He grabbed my ass and lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist. He lined up and slammed into me in one brutal thrust. All the way deep.

I gasped. Still sore but so wet he buried himself completely. He fucked me against the wall. Hard. Fast. Each thrust lifted me higher. My back scraped the wall. His hands gripped my ass so tight I knew I’d have fresh bruises tomorrow.

“Say it,” he growled, pounding into me.

“I’m yours.”

“Louder.”

“I’m yours, Xavier. Only yours.”

He fucked me harder. Skin slapping loud. Sweat dripping between us. My tits bounced with every thrust. He leaned in and bit my neck hard, right over the spot he’d marked before. I cried out. Came again. My pussy clenched around his cock like a fist.

He didn’t stop. Kept thrusting through my orgasm. Then carried me to the bed. Dropped me on my back. Spread my legs wide and drove back in. Deeper this angle. His hand wrapped around my throat. Not choking. Just holding. Owning.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” he ordered.

I met his eyes. Dark. Possessive. Obsessed.

He rubbed my clit with his thumb while he thrust. I came a third time. Shaking. Tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. He finally buried himself deep and came. Groaning low. Hot spurts filling me up again.

He stayed inside me for a long minute. Breathing hard. Then pulled out slow. Cum leaked onto the sheets.

Xavier went to the bathroom. Came back with a warm cloth. Cleaned me up carefully between my legs. The gentleness after the roughness fucked with my head more than anything else.

He pulled me against his chest on the bed. One arm wrapped around me. Heavy. Protective.

“Your wolf knows,” he said quietly against my hair. “She’s been fighting Luca the whole time. She picked me the second you walked into that bar.”

I didn’t answer. My wolf was calm now. Content. Curled up satisfied inside me. I hated how right he was.

We stayed like that until the sky started to lighten outside the windows.

At 6:50 a.m. a knock sounded on the door.

“Zara? You up?” Luca’s voice. Still pissed but trying to sound normal.

Xavier stood up. Pulled on his pants and button-down. He looked at me. “Get dressed.”

I threw on a robe fast.

Xavier opened the door.

Luca stood there in shorts and a t-shirt. His eyes went from me in the robe to his father standing inside my room. Suspicion flashed across his face.

“Morning meeting with the elders got moved up,” Xavier said calmly. “Zara’s coming with me. She needs to start learning pack business as future Luna.”

Luca frowned. “Why her? I can handle it.”

“You couldn’t handle basic consent last night,” Xavier said flatly. “She comes with me. End of discussion.”

Luca’s eyes narrowed. He stepped closer and grabbed my wrist. Pulled me forward. My robe slipped open a little at the top. The fresh bite mark on my neck from Xavier was visible.

Luca stared at it.

“What the fuck is that?”

My stomach dropped.

Xavier stepped between us again. His hand landed on my lower back. Possessive. Clear.

“Pack meeting in twenty minutes,” Xavier said. “Both of you. Zara rides with me.”

Luca looked between us. The suspicion was growing. Turning into something darker.

I stood there between them. Cum from Xavier still inside me. Fresh marks on my body. My wolf purring at Xavier’s touch while Luca stared at the evidence of what happened last night.

Xavier leaned down and spoke low in my ear, right where Luca could almost hear.

“Tonight you sleep in my room.”

Luca’s face changed.

He knew something was wrong.

He just didn’t know how bad it was yet.