Xythor’s Touch 🌶🌶🌶

MADDIE

I woke to a bright white room. Midday sun poured in through the windows. I sat up in bed— Where ~was~ I?

Then I saw Hael beside me, his head propped up on his elbow as he smiled at me.

Okay. It wasn’t the first time I had woken up in bed with the Dobrzyckas, but it wasn’t exactly an easy thing to get used to.

My head throbbed. I had a monster hangover.

What ~happened~ last night?

Fragments came back to me.

Loch’s red eyes... My hands on fire... The ceiling falling... People screaming...

And the ~song…~

It played in my head all over again, haunting me.

I crashed back onto the pillow and groaned.

“What happened last night, Hael?”

My mate climbed on top of me, creating a wall around me with his strong arms.

“Hungover, little mouse?” he teased, ignoring my question.

“Yesssss.”

I reached for his smooth naked chest above me. He was only wearing boxers, and I had to admit, the close contact felt good.

I looked up into his eyes.

“Well, Emerald burned down,” he deadpanned.

My mouth fell open. “Burned ~down?”~

“To the ground,” he clarified.

“Did everyone...make it out?” I managed.

He nodded, rolling off of me and back to his own side. I could tell his affectionate mood had shifted somewhat.

“Yeah, just barely.” Hael looked at his fingernails. “I ran in myself to save you.”

“You did?” I gasped. “How did you know—?”

“It was my club, Maddie. Of course they would call me if it burned.”

I nodded to myself. I felt like a chastised child.

I was still reeling, though.

~I burned down a club?!~

“What were you doing so close to Loch?” Hael asked. He still refused to look at me.

“I, uh…” I began. “I was...honestly, I don’t know.”

“It was stupid. We can’t trust him right now,” Hael scolded. “And I told you we could only stop him if we worked together.”

I felt tears prickle behind my eyes, though I would never let Hael see. I’d been stupid. I’d been ~so fucking stupid.~

Hael reached for my hand beneath the comforter. “And I’m starting to wonder if I can trust ~you~ after you burned my club down.”

My heart seized, but then he turned and smiled at me. He was only kidding.

“I just miss him, I guess,” I told Hael. “I miss being all together.”

Hael brushed the hair from my face. “I miss it, too, rat.”

“We ~have~ to stop him. We have to stop Lochness,” I said.

I thought of how quickly Loch had changed the night before. When he changed from a dragon to...a monster.

“I know,” he agreed. “Let’s think about it together, okay?”

I nodded.

“Oh my god! Harry!” I burst out. I had totally forgotten about my friend; I wasn’t even sure that he was okay. I scrambled across the bed and found my phone on the nightstand.

Harry

Maddie, WTF

Harry

Where r u

Harry

U ditched me for that MF lizard and I was looking everywhere for u

Harry

Ur safe, right???

Harry

Guess ur not even worried if i’m alright

I smacked my forehead with my palm. ~Fuck!~

Maddie

Harry!!

Maddie

I just woke up. I’m so sorry

Maddie

I was so wasted last night and I passed out 😩😩😩

Maddie

Ur ok right???

“I have to take a quick shower,” I told Hael as I bounded across the room naked.

Hael must have undressed me, but I didn’t really mind. I couldn’t think of anything more uncomfortable to sleep in than that chainmail dress.

I turned the water up ~hot~ and stepped into the steamy chamber. I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth cascade around me.

I imagined the water washing away the entire night before, making me clean…

~Knock, knock, knock.~

I turned to see Hael grinning at me through the glass. Then he slid open the door and burst inside, towering above me and blocking out the water.

“Hey!” I yelled.

He reached for the soap, pouring a big handful.

“You’re a ~dirty mouse,~ aren’t you?” he growled.

He smacked my ass and soaped it up while he reached around for my breast.

I wiggled in his arms, pretending I didn’t love it.

~Maybe the shower’s going to last longer than I thought…~

ZAYDA

When I returned to Xythor’s from Xander’s lab, I dropped my backpack on the floor and threw myself onto the bed.

“Long day at work?” he asked from the doorway.

“Yes,” I replied with my face in the pillow.

“Want to talk about it?” he asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.

I draped my arms over him and rested my head on his shoulder.

I knew Xythor would tell me to quit if I told him about my day alone with Xander.

If I told him what I risking to work on the panacea.

“Not really.”

I breathed in the scent of his neck. When I kissed him, his skin tasted salty. He’d probably just gotten back from the gym.

My sneaking sadness came from somewhere else, too.

Now that Xythor’s dragon secret was out, why hadn’t he asked me to be his mate?

It was hard not to think about Maddie with the twins.

Did Xythor not want me enough?

My heart broke a little more every day as my feelings for him grew deeper…

“I have an idea,” he said, reaching to touch my hair. “Let me give you a massage.”

I smiled, trying to forget my anxiety. What better way than a massage?

Xythor stood and pulled a folding massage table from the closet.

“I didn’t know you were such a professional,” I said, impressed.

He shrugged.

“Step right up, princess. But take off your clothes first.” He smiled mischievously.

I was happy to oblige. While a massage sounded great, a ~sexy~ massage sounded...well, perfect.

I pulled my jeans off as Xythor placed a towel over the massage table.

When his eyes were on me, I unbuttoned my blouse and slowly unhooked my bra. Then I shimmied out of my underwear and flung them with my foot.

He bit his lip. “You drive me crazy.”

“Good,” I replied, climbing onto the table and resting my head in the gap.

Xythor pulled the blinds closed and put on some mood music. I giggled. But then he was by my side and his hands started working my back with warm oil, and I immediately stopped laughing.

His touch was strong and intuitive, and he worked out knots in my shoulders that I didn’t even know I had.

He ran his fingers up my neck so that they worked my scalp.

“What are you, magic?” I asked.

“Something like that,” he whispered in my ear and flicked his tongue on my earlobe. I shuddered.

His hands moved down to my hips, where they relieved the tension I had felt from standing all day.

And then his hands were on my ass, pressing into me in circular motions that ended too soon as he continued down to my legs.

He worked my calves, and then my thighs, tickling me as he reached inward. Between my legs, my muscles were clenching and releasing...the anticipation winding up within me like a spring…

“Ohhh!” I gasped at the unfamiliar sensation.

Something ~hot~ just landed along my spine.

“What was that?” I asked, beginning to get up.

“Don’t move…” he instructed, gently holding me down. “It was wax. Do you like it?”

I considered for a moment. “Yeah, I like it.”

“Good,” he whispered. “Now turn over.”

I followed his instructions, rotating into this soft touch.

My nipples hardened under his gaze, and my body arched up to him.

I reached down to see if he had an erection…

“Not yet. You first,” he ordered.

I let him continue his work. He held a candle above me and dripped hot wax in a line between my breasts. I shuddered in delight.

Then, finally, he held my breasts, massaging around my nipples. Teasing me.

As his hands roamed my stomach, every touch made me coo like a dove.

I was so ready for him. I was putty in his hands.

Unconsciously, I splayed open my legs, hoping he would finally touch the place I needed him the most.

But instead, he continued to tease me. His fingernails trailed on my inner thighs, close and back again, but never close enough.

“Please!” I gasped.

“You need me?” he asked.

“Yes!” My body was screaming.

And then, finally, his touch lingered at my entrance and then continued deeper, deeper, until his fingers were thrusting inside me. My body pulsed around him.

He let out a little moan.

At his slightest movement, my body responded powerfully, lifting higher and higher. He had only just begun, but I was already so close to orgasm.

And then, with his other hand, he began to stroke my clitoris in small circles.

Sweat formed on my forehead. My back arched. I was just about to—

And then, all at once, he stopped.

I wrenched open my eyes.

“Not until I let you,” he whispered.

My breath was uneven, but I nodded. How long could he keep me like this, when the littlest touch could push me over the edge?

He started to tease me all over again, making me wait for him to work his way back to the center of me.

Finally, he was working me again, carrying me up…

And then he dropped me again.

I growled. I was furious. All I could think about was coming.

“Let me cum!” I shouted.

“When I decide…”

He was ruthless, playing my body like it was a toy.

When I was panting, pouring sweat, the walls of my sex throbbing for release, he pulled me to the end of the table. He splayed me open before him and put his mouth on me.

I cried out in ecstasy, pushing his head so he couldn’t leave. His tongue swirled over me lightly, but even these small touches pushed me over the edge.

Finally, blissfully, I came, riding Xythor’s mouth and willing my legs to open more, more, so I could have even more of him.

The orgasm lasted a small eternity, and when it was over, I felt as if all my strength was gone. My lover smiled at me from between my legs.

“Fuck me,” I ordered. “But you might have to carry me to the bed…”

I didn’t need to tell him twice. He lifted me effortlessly and plopped me down. I was ready, on my knees.

I felt him position himself behind me, and then I felt his huge member enter me.

He was rock hard. It was obvious I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed that insanely erotic massage.

He set to work, holding my hips and thrusting shallowly inside me, quickening his pace…

“You made me cum so hard,” I told him. “You know what I like more than I do…”

I wasn’t talking dirty just to get him off. I meant every word, and more...

“Oh, Zayda!” he cried as he came, rocking softly against me and stroking my hips.

I collapsed on the bed and Xythor collapsed next to me.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“I know.”

As I watched him, I felt like my heart would burst from my chest…

“I love you,” I whispered.

His eyes widened, surprised, but clearly delighted. “I love you, too.”

He pulled me into his arms, and I let myself melt into him...into his warmth.

“One minute,” he said as he kissed my temple. He left the bed, only to collapse after taking a few steps.

“Xythor!” I shrieked.

But just a moment later, he stood again.

“I’m fine!” he called. But when he turned to me, there was dark blood dripping from his nose.

The perfect moment went sour in an instant.

~What the fuck just happened?~