A/N: Alright folks we got a special treat of a chapter for you guys tonight in honor of Doe's birthday AND the fact that I loved this scene too much not to slap it in here.

Everyone say thank you to my lovely Patreon Peeps for being okay with me sharing this here as well because they saw it first.

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Doe's POV:

I'd made a terrible mistake.

I stayed in with Khloe until a little after midnight before calling it quits.

She even insisted that maybe we just send Nico to this room so we could have our all-nighter like we planned, but I told her that we could just do it some other time.

When I got back, I wasn't quite tired yet and knew falling asleep would be a little different with the lack of Xander, so I decided to get into bed and read for a little bit.

I knew Xander was gone. I knew he wouldn't be back. I knew that my book's upcoming scene would be a heavily anticipated sex scene. I knew how much those got me quickly in the mood.

And with all of those facts together, I decided to read it anyway.

Big mistake. Big. Mistake.

I knew the risks and went on with it anyway, the scene I read igniting the exact reaction from me I knew it would.

Which, in my lonesome, left me naked on my bottom half, fingers pressing against the wet throbbing between my legs.

Eyes squeezed shut, head pressed hard against the pillow while I tried to take care of this myself for once.

I thought it would be easy. I'd read about such events, and decided I could pull it off based on what I've experienced with Xander. Mimicking his actions and how he touches me down there with my own hand.

But none of this felt the same as when he did it. Not even remotely close.

Unfairly so.

It felt good, but it didn't feel like him. And regardless of what I knew was possible given his absence, my body wasn't complying.

I mimicked the best I could the way he'd languidly circle my clit, bringing the collar of his shirt I wore up to my nose in an attempt to trick myself using my imagination.

Then dipping my fingers into myself, back arching at the sensation while I tried to replicate him.

Pleading with my body to just let me orgasm already so I could go to sleep.

The quicker I did that, the quicker I'd get Xander back tomorrow.

I'd gotten so close so many times but just... couldn't get myself over that last edge.

It was infuriatingly frustrating, even more so knowing that I'd been at this for nearly 45 minutes.

Enough so to where I nearly had tears pricking my eyes through the mix of desperation and late-night fatigue.

The thought of just taking a cold bath and forgetting about it crossed my mind many times, but I knew myself enough to know that it would only work for a moment.

Just until I got back into bed to sleep and then the thoughts would creep back up on me and leave me right where I was before.

How did people do this?

Was I just doing it wrong or... Maybe I had the angle wrong.

No, I just wasn't him. My hands weren't as large or calculated, and I was more limited in what I was able to do here.

My eyes glanced to the book that laid open upside down to the page that held a bit of the scene.

Maybe if I hadn't been picturing Xander so damn much my body would be reeling over the fact that he was missing right now.

I was missing the weight of him on top of me, the warmth of his breath on my neck, that just-hard enough grip he'd keep on my thighs.

Hell, I'd take his torturous teasing if it brought me to the edge I needed.

I didn't realize just how much all of those pesky little things added to the experience for me. How much I'd supposed that they were tiny little details, but I would now do anything for just one of them.

Or maybe that's just what I get for constantly sleeping with a vampiric prince.

A prince of beings supposedly the best at this sort of thing.

The dufus raised my standards and I didn't even realize.

Dammit!

A whimper joined my harsh sigh, removing my fingers with the harsh realization that they weren't getting me anywhere.

My eye just stared at the ceiling as I stewed in my helplessness.

Then a thought popped into my mind.

Xander had told me that if they had a phone where he was at, that he'd call just to leave the number in our phone If I needed to contact him.

I pushed myself up, and sure enough, that tiny bulb blinked slowly signaling a missed call.

I was going to call once I got back from my night with Khloe, but I figured that he may already be asleep and I didn't want to wake him

But he had a big day tomorrow... His first real royal job as an heir

Knowing that, I wasn't going to call him for this of all things. Not at one in the morning.

I repeated that in my brain, trying harder and harder to solidify it, but it never stuck.

Please... Please! I need something. Maybe even his voice could be enough!

My body ached as just the thought of his voice right now.

...Vampires were biologically nocturnal...

Oh god now my reasonings were battling with each other.

It only took about two more minutes of that before I was up on my feet and trudging my way over to the phone.

I'll try, and if he picks up- if he picks up and doesn't sound groggy then I'll ask for his help. If he does then... it's going to be a long night until he gets back.

Maybe he can walk me through this... It won't hurt to try.

I picked up the phone with my left hand, pressing the button that automatically called back the last caller, and speed-walked back to the bed as it rang.

My heart thumped louder and louder with each ring, the thought that he was already sound asleep sinking deeper and deeper into my mind.

I hopped back up onto the bed, ready to just accept my fate and move on, but the last ring got cut off and replaced with exactly what I needed.

"And here I thought you'd forgotten about me," Xander chaffed, unknowingly giving me a very strong reaction.

Oh my god, he was awake.

"Are you alone?" I asked, my voice coming out as basically a quiet, quivering pant.

There was a second of silence, followed by his much more serious tone.

"Why do you sound like that," Concern followed soon after, "Did something happen?"

My thighs squeezed together hard, forcing me to swallow my pride and just come out with it.

"I... I may have done something stupid," I admitted, falling back against the pillow.

"What did you...," He stopped for a moment, and I wondered if he could just hear it through my voice alone.

Since all of his other vampiric tells couldn't be of use here.

I spoke when he didn't.

"I may have... read... a sex scene a-and now I-"

"You did not," His concern switched to knowing amusement at a record pace, speaking in such a way where I could hear his smile.

He knew better than anyone what those kinds od scenes do to me.

"Help me," I pleaded. I didn't have anything left in me to try to pretend like I wasn't desperate, "Please I can't- I've been trying for the last 50 minutes to do this myself but I don't- How do you do this so well?!"

"50 minutes?" His voice took on that cursed confident smooth-talker tone, and he's lucky I wasn't there to turn him into the same mess I've been in, "Dove you should have called me sooner."

His words should have ignited that competitive nature I had, but I was too relieved just hearing him speak.

It was like just hearing his words gave me some hope in my ridiculous little problem.

"I didn't want to bug you... with this of all things while you're out on royal business."

The sound of his soft chuckle, god he may as well have been here breathing it onto my neck.

I shut my eyes, picturing it as just that and cherishing the extra jolt that came the next time I squeezed my thighs together.

" 'This' also just happens to be my business no matter what time of day it is," He explained, "Give me the run down love, what are you working with here."

"My fingers are completely useless," I huffed, my first bit of anger breaking through the frustration and getting another laugh out of him, "I've been trying to copy you, but it's not working."

"Breath sweetheart," He eased, "You're not going to accomplish much if you're already this worked up. The only reason anything I do feels good is because you're relaxed."

Well, that somehow just made this more frustrating.

Relaxing now felt impossible, but since I didn't expect to get this far in general, I figured that it wouldn't hurt to try.

I drew in a long breath, un-coiling each muscle and letting myself sink into the bed.

"There you go," His voice was a near whisper, making me hold the phone tighter against my ear like I could pull him through it, "Now how about we start you over."

I nodded as if he could see it.

"I'm listening."

I could picture his devious grin through the darkness of my eyelids, feeling my toes curl at the sound of just his breath.

"Good. Start with your fingers splayed just above your stomach, just barely caressing your skin. You know how I do it."

Right... he was fond of that torturous featherlight approach. One I didn't try because I didn't think it would work.

But I listened, following his instructions and sliding my hand under the shirt.

It felt familiar, but not how I wanted it to. With the smaller hands, not-as-calloused fingertips, and the feeling of my hand on my belly instead of snotted tightly in his hair.

"Now I need you to bring it down. Slowly. As slow as you think you can manage, and then slow down some more."

I choked back the frustration his words brought me but sucked it up since this was better than what I was working with before.

My hand moved partially to how he instructed, and I began to feel that prior anticipation in my body that I'd priorly been missing.

A strained little noise got muffled behind pressed-together lips at the relief just that brought to me.

That I was actually getting somewhere with this.

Though with my newfound excitement came the need to try to speed it up.

"Slow. Down." His words came slow and stern, nearly startling me.

"How do you know I'm-"

"Because I know you. Now slow it down. Don't even come an inch from where I know you want to go."

Don't touch me?

Well, that felt kind of counterproductive. But... he was relatively good at this sort of thing, so I listened.

If it got me where I needed I'd do it all.

"Okay," I breathily surrendered, easing my

"Good girl." His purr could be heard even over the phone.

Holy shit why was this a lot sexier than I initially thought it'd be.

Still, I wished to feel his purr against my hands, my chest, anything really.

I got nearer and nearer to where I believed he wanted me, the tightness in my chest letting him hear my breathing. Or the little hums and gasps I'd make in celebration

The involuntary tensing of the muscles as I neared the mess I was between my legs, the jolt of my hips to coax further my own movements.

"See? You got it." He approved with that cursed deep tone, yanking more of an involuntary reaction out of me.

My eyes squeezed tighter shut, my imagination not being enough to replicate everything it wanted from this man right now.

I shook that thought from my mind, focusing on the task.

"Now what?"

He stayed quiet for what I just knew was a purposeful few seconds.

"You're gonna have to keep that same kind of touch until you hear otherwise," He began all calm and collected, and I could feel myself sag, "Sacrificing risk for reward."

Yeah, I understood that much, but I could barely keep it together whenever he did it with his own hands.

Piled on top of teeth scraping my neck and falling his heated skin under my hands

"I don't know if I have that kind of willpower," I replied honestly with a twinge of dismay.

"Maybe not," he replied understandably, "But I know that this is going to be the quickest way to your destination. If it doesn't work then we'll try something else."

Damn him and his stupid... unbelievably sexy dedication to this.

I bit my lip to replace the feeling of his I was tragically missing, wanting now more than before to just hold his head and kiss him out of pure appreciation for his existence right now.

"Keep that pressure, love, and lower yourself down that inch."

I didn't wait a second longer, only catching myself to remember the first half of his sentence.

The touch as I lowered my fingers to my clit, as light and soft as it was, sent sparks up my spine. Which in turn hand my back arching and hips pushing further for a deeper touch.

Yet somehow I managed to listen to him.

Holy shit.

That alone was the most satisfying feeling I've had tonight, whereas the action itself seemed so small in the grand scheme of it all.

I don't know what kind of magic this man keeps in his words but I wasn't going to stop to question a damn thing.

Not yet anyway.

"Alex," His name left me in a mewl, nearly crushing the phone with how hard I was holding it.

I couldn't stop myself from starting up those circles around the area I'd learned from him, keeping that same teasing anticipation.

His purr grew in volume over the line.

"Perfect. Now just focus on that for now. I want to see if we can get you there through this alone."

Just this? I guess we'll find out.

He didn't leave me with much silence as I followed through, keeping me occupied and giving me something to add to my imagination with words of encouragement and sweet doting comments.

I noted the way they progressively became more and more possessive as the minutes passed.

'I love hearing you breathe like this, 'I could listen to you like like this for hours', 'I can't wait to get my hands on you myself so we can do this properly', 'So that I can be the one earning these sounds from you', 'My gorgeous girl, my perfect little bird', 'You're mine the second I step back into that castle'.

It added, in the only way it could, that feral edge I could never get enough of during times like this.

I tried to take it as it was before my mind could wander and decide that I wanted that instead.

Those rough, almost animalistic tendencies he takes on when things line up a certain way.

The thought slipped in anyways, nearly feeling tingling against my skin where I wished his hands were.

No- I was already pushing my luck with this, I couldn't be a choosing beggar.

I forced my focus back onto my movements and his voice, feeling the subtle build throughout my body.

"Now I want you to," His words died, following up with a quick intake of breath and a quiet, trembling, "Fuck."

I listened to his building breathing, specifically to the way that they were almost rough.

I knew those breaths. He was now getting stuck in this horny mess with me.

In a way that was comforting and in a different one, strangely endearing.

Suffering together. How romantic.

"Pick it up," I could hear it in his voice now, "Pick up your pace just a little, and keep it there until you find that taught feeling in your belly."

"T-Then what?" I sputtered, panting through the sensation his instructions brought me.

"Then listen to your body. Carry yourself home."

His controlled words were followed by an anything but controlled slam of what sounded like his hand against a wooden table.

Breaths he was trying to control, but half of which just came out as rushed hisses.

Oh my god... he was in with me on this torturous event. More so than I originally thought.

Unbeknownst to him that the sounds and knowledge of just that was helping tremendously.

I nearly asked him to growl for me, but my own onslaught just had the words melting into a quick gasping noise.

Then he just about made the noise himself, cutting it short for whatever reason and restoring to those sweet words of encouragement

Which definitely worked too with the state his voice was in.

That feeling he mentioned built quickly, leaving those muscles between my legs squeezing and begging for more stimulation.

I happily obliged, ignoring the fatigue in my hand and wrist.

I was so close. I was finally so close.

It was building so wonderfully, stifling my breath and leaving me wiggling against the sheets.

My legs tensed and locked, hips rising from the bed, every nerve in my body ready for the ecstasy that was right in my grasp.

Just for it to die right at the last possible moment before the bliss I wanted so badly. Slipping right through my fingers.

"No! Dammit!" I cursed.

It wasn't even one of those 'just partially escaped me but could easily be brought back' kind of slips either.

No, it was more like a complete shutdown, crashing and burning any of the progress I'd- we'd made and leaving me the same, desperate girl I was ten minutes ago.

Refusing me out of spite or something.

Using my own petty tricks against me.

The frustration had pushed me just far enough for a tear to fall down my cheek, knowing that even with his voice instructing me, I couldn't get myself there tonight for whatever reason.

"I lost it," The hoarse whisper was still enough to show my crushed hopes, rolling my head back against the pillow.

My fate seemed to be sleeping in a cold bath tonight...

"Hey hey hey it's okay," He quickly tried to comfort, "We can try something else."

I refused to let him hear me sniffle, knowing that he'd probably take it personally and truly, this wasn't as much his fault as I initially wanted it to be.

"I don't think anything else is going to work," I spoke honestly.

Any failure just brought my desire for his touch into a clearer and cleared picture.

I heard him start to speak again, surely trying to offer something else, but I already knew the outcome given the circumstances now.

It was impossible to avoid or work around now.

"Alex, I can't," The defeat was as clear as ever, the words falling pathetically from me, "I... I need you,"

Simply because that's what it felt like at the moment. That stupid scene that got me here only did it because I was imagining him.

I knew what I wanted, and -being me- I wasn't going to take anything different.

There was silence on his end, such a long one that I questioned if he'd accidentally hung up.

Which, in my tender state, crushed me even more.

"Xander?" I asked.

"Give me five minutes." His low voice spoke with an unnatural haste, followed immediately by the click of him ending the call.

I stared at nothing, eyes completely round in confusion and disbelief.

He just... hung up on me?!

Right after all of that he

Five minutes? Five minutes for what?

Did I make him have to go rub one out real quick?

If that were the case then he should have just stayed on the damn phone!

I let out a sigh to calm myself, pushing myself up into a sitting position.

No... Maybe someone stopped by to check on him, or he just had to handle something.

This late at night... I don't know.

He did have guards... and if the vampires there are more focussed on their feral side, then there's a good chance they're awake as well.

As much as I wanted to be upset, he wouldn't hang up on me like that without a reason.

I threw the phone over by the book, shoulders hunching forward.

My entire body still thrummed with that desire, but mentally I'd given up.

Maybe he shouldn't call back. Not with the same intent at least.

I chewed on the inside of my lip, solidifying the fact in my brain that I was officially done trying.

Pulling myself from the bed, I trudged over to the bathroom to begin cleaning up.

Thoroughly washed my hands, and used a  cold damp rag over my face and body to clear the sweat I'd worked up.

Still keeping an ear out for that callback.

Even if he couldn't help me out in that regard, I still liked talking to him.

Maybe this time actually ask him how his trip was going... Like a normal person.

I finished my self-deprecating wash-up, dragging my way back to the bed for his call

I froze however when something caught the corner of my eye.

Turning my head to the right and looking through the windows in the door to the balcony, I stared at the form that shouldn't be there.

It all clicked the second I saw those familiar wings extend from his back, raising into the cool night air while the one they were attached to's shoulders rose and fell to catch his breath.

There, sitting on his haunches, feet standing on the railing of our balcony, was Xander.

My feet moved with no further need for a reason.

His head rose to face me as soon as I threw the door open, green, thin-pupiled eyes meeting me in an elated, almost goofy smile.

"What-" My mind completely blanked at the sight, "How did you..?"

Did my crushing failures make me start hallucinating?

There's no way he- He couldn't have- He was literally miles away!!

His hair had a blown-back look to it, and his lack of a shirt due to the wings -I guess- made for a combination with the sound of him catching his breath that I was in no way prepared for.

My brain still couldn't catch up to the scene before me, but his words helped me accept reality.

"It's amazing how fast these things can take you if you get a nice speeding run before take-off," He eyed me over as he jumped down from the railing, wings folding behind his back, " You didn't tell me you were wearing my shirt during all of that."

I still just gawked, every ounce of me rejoicing once he pulled me into his arms.

That was what solidified his presence here, and I grappled my arms around him on pure instinct.

My heart's excited thump skyrocketed, kicking any of those doubts about how my night was going to end up right out of my head.

My knuckles brushed his wings from where I heard his back, and I finally found it in me to speak through my still-existing shock.

"It didn't feel like an important detail at the time- what the hell are you doing here?! Don't they have guards on your back like... All the time!?"

"Mmhm," the man sounded smug as could be, purr pressing into my body while he spoke against my ear in that same tone I'd heard before," I told them I was going hunting and when they saw the wings they couldn't really tell me no or insist someone to follow me."

My eyes widened as I stared past him at the extra limbs.

The dark, almost blue-ish slate appendages, and the silver membrane between each bat-like extension.

Wait-

"Your wings... how did you- I thought they needed at least a reason here."

I knew he could get them under less... life-threatening conditions in his own territory, but to my knowledge, he hasn't pulled it off many times before.

His chuckle felt like it was going to turn me into a puddle, his hands moving closer to my sides.

Everything but my eyes honed into his touch.

"They do. A reason... or convincing. Hearing you say you needed me like that was more than enough to do the trick."

Oh... wow.

Well, that's flattering.

I buried my head into his neck with a pleased, borderline ecstatic sigh.

The thrill, the relief of his presence here after all of that did as much as weakening my knees, causing me to lean into him entirely.

And yet I felt like I was going to just jump out of my own skin out of pure joy the moment his hands moved to my front to undo the buttons, "You have me for half an hour. Let's finish what we started."

Yes! Oh my god yes!

He didn't have to tell me twice, in fact, I was the one to move first, standing up on my toes to kiss him.

His body was already warm to the touch, and he kissed me like he was starving and I was all he could have.

Which was great because here I thought that I was going to come off as desperate.

There was no warm-up, we'd already been through all of that over the phone.

And with little inspection with my body pressed to his, I knew he was already hard.

His wings stretched and curled around us as if to block the scene from the outside world.

I don't know who moved first, but we stumbled our way back into the room, Xander kicking the door shut, and undoing these buttons at a record pace.

Neither of us parted from the other, not even for a gasp of air.

His wings unfurled from around us, and I found myself bent backward until my back was on the bed, legs hanging off.

I wanted to hurry and hook my legs around his hips but figured I'd let him get his pants off first.

My hands couldn't get enough, feeling and stroking every inch of him that I could think of, making sure that I didn't take any of it for granted after that whole previous incident.

I even skimmed my fingers over the base of his wing, knowing exactly the spot they sprouted from by memory.

And here I thought that spot alone got a good reaction out of him, but touching the wing itself... I could feel his entirety shover, the breath that came with it blowing right into my mouth.

It had me cursing myself that I didn't have longer arms to really get a good feel of it all.

He pulled back for just a moment after undoing the last button to reach for his pants, and I took the opportunity to side my arms out of the shirt.

Both of us naked in record time I think. Unless we're counting the phone call... Nah.

He practically pounced back into me, wings flapping to give him a boost so his teeth could find purchase in my neck.

Not enough to pierce, just enough to feel the pressure.

The gasping moan that slipped from me felt the most real of everything I've done so far tonight, securing my legs around him, and rubbing myself against his hard-on.

He stifled a breath, wings pulling tight against his back.

"You're treading a fine line here, dove," He began.

"When do I not?" I replied, pulling him closer however I possibly could.

"True," He let out a little laugh, "This time it's a different kind of line. I don't know if it's because the wings are out or residual effects of being with that clan but..."

He paused for a moment, drawing his face up to mine.

"...I feel... different. Halfway to a bloodmoon in terms of instinctive drive."

"And what does that mean for right now?" I questioned.

His pupils were still thin.

"You know I'd never hurt you," he began, "but I don't think I can hold back any of the... rougher tendencies that might come with having sex with me right now once we get going."

Always a warning before the main event with this one.

Which I appreciated in my own way, but Never had I let it stop us.

I liked learning and knew he'd take care of me no matter what.

"Good," I smirked, fixing the even-more-of-a-mess his hair was from the flight, "That's exactly what I need right now anyways."

I suppose both the light touches and harder ones work for me, it just depends on the circumstances.

His eyes lit up, grinning from ear to ear, "Perfect."

He eyed the bed for a moment, most likely making a game plan, but did a double-take to one specific spot.

That deviousness he'd been missing decided to show up, and he soon reached over my body, taking hold of the book that lit the match to this roaring wildfire.

I froze beneath him as he brought it close, watching his eyes graze over the pages, even flipping a page back to see how it all began.

10 seconds of that, and he was looking back at me.

"Do you wanna try it like this?" He offered.

Holy shit "Yes!"

That's what I wanted from the beginning...kind of. The scene was intriguing, but it took place in a position we'd never done before.

Every time before now we'd faced each other no matter what else in our positioning changed.

And I loved that. I loved having him just a reach away.

But I couldn't have everything all the time, and I wanted to try this.

If I didn't like it, I knew all it took was the words from me for it to change.

He pushed himself back, again using a flap of his wings to get him standing straight.

It honestly created a nice gust of air against my warm body.

He gestured with a nod of his head towards the middle of the bed, "Let's go then."

I jumped into action immediately, turning and crawling onto the bed.

I froze on my hands and knees facing the headboard once I reached our spot, just then realizing that I wasn't 100% sure of how I was supposed to be placed.

Then the ever-so-wise Xander got his hands on me, scooping me back with a hand under my sternum, and the other under my stomach.

He eased me back until I was sitting straight on my knees, then further back until my back hit the front of his body.

His hand went from my sternum up to my jaw, the other up to my left breast, tilting my head back to give him access to what he wanted.

His wings encapsulated us again as he kissed my shoulder, pecking them up the back of my neck.

Another thing I probably shouldn't find as enamoring as I did, but what else is new?

I melted back into his touch, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder, holding tight to his wrist, and reaching out with my free hand to feel the soft leathery texture of his wings.

That of all things was what got the first growl out of him, the sound immediately igniting that borderline insane need for him.

My hips pushed back into his erection, a small, begging whine rising from my throat.

The hand on my breast gave a firm squeeze, the other falling down and getting a good grip on the inside of my thigh.

My breath hitched as he tugged and parted my thighs himself, the sexy bastard.

I grabbed onto the hair just behind his ear for more stability if anything with the way he angled his hips, pushing himself right between my thighs. Sliding right against the slick jumble of nerves that'd wanted this and only this.

Those rumbles in his chest vibrated against my back, lips kissing my cheek before he spoke.

"Guide me in," his sweet seductive words spoke, planting more hot, wet-lipped kisses against the side of my neck.

It took me a second to gather my wits and just general control of my body after already falling victim to his, but I listened.

Reaching down between my legs, through touch alone to find the tip of him.

I stroked with the fingerpads of my middle two fingers, the underside of it, steadily maneuvering my hips until I could push him up and in.

My back straightened with the quick intake of breath I took, and that was all he needed before he began to steadily push deeper.

He knew by now that I liked to savor that initial feeling of him entering me.

And dear god I swear I nearly came undone from that sensation right there and then.

After all that buildup and failure, this felt like heaven.

Exactly what I'd been needing.

I'm sure he could feel it, whether through the way I was squeezing him, or the soft sounds that came with each breath of mine.

Maybe in the way I needfully leaned into him.

This wasn't the best angle to feel all of him I quickly realized.

His stronger growl clashed greatly with the softness of his voice as his torso peeled away from my back.

"Easy Dove," A kiss over my shoulder blade, "Let me get you comfortable before you start tugging the feral vampire out of me. I will give you what you want, but I refuse to give you anything but the start to this you deserve."

Ugh. Fine.

When he words it like that what the hell else am I supposed to do?

Another pleasant breeze against my skin as his wings returned to their tucked position behind him, finding a splayed hand at my mid-back guiding me with a gentle push back into a lower position.

His hands fell to my waist, lip grazing my spine and eliciting goosebumps across the arms I began to lean on.

I crossed them in front of me, getting myself comfortable respite the teasing feel of my nipples against the sheets.

That mixed with the way he pushed further and further into me the lower I got until he was all the way- Perfection incarnate.

Oh yeah. That was much better.

I replicated that arc in my back I read about in the book.

Something in my chest clenched as he leaned down after me, setting a hand down just past my head to hold him up.

The shadow he cast on the bed, even more with his wings, hid mine completely.

I knew I wasn't that small, at least to the extent I was feeling, in comparison to him, but this position made me feel like I was.

And not even in a bad way.

This felt so raw..? Animalistic? Submissive?

I didn't even know where to begin, and truly, right now, didn't care.

His pleasurable, satisfied breath blew right against my back, causing me to turn my head on its side to view the confidence in his eyes.

He met my gaze, feeling his free hand move and press up on my lower stomach.

I didn't have time to question before he did a single, 'testing' roll of his hips.

"Oh for fucks sake," I hissed, processing all of the little differences this time.

This ridiculous, beautiful vampire and his snazzy little tricks.

Where the hell is he learning all of this when I've been reading the same books?

"I'll take that as a compliment," He grinned repeating the action with purpose this time.

The relaxed crossing of my arms didn't last long, turning into hard grips in the sheets as his pace gradually quickened.

Giving my body everything that it thought it needed and then more in such a short amount of time.

My eyes threatened to roll back, toes curling under his afflictions and burying my head into the mattress to just the ample amount of sweet sounds he was getting out of me.

But apparently, he wasn't having any of that either.

The hand that held him up lifted and came back down on top of one of mine, intertwining our fingers amongst the sheets trapped between us.

The one on my stomach reached down to my chest, crossing over and grabbing onto my opposing shoulder.

With that, he lifted me up into him, nuzzling his nose past my hair to settle his face in my shoulder again, earning a trembling cry when his teeth bit the skin again.

Feeling his heavy, needful breaths right on top of me, nearly syncing with my own.

"Push back against me," His voice broke through, "Keep pushing back against me."

Right...

I anchored my ankles over his calves and set my weight on my knees to do what he asked, the change having me meet him halfway with each thrust

My eyes squeezed shut at the flawless intensity, the time he saved in that extra movement now going into a quicker and rougher rhythm.

He'd meet and push my body forward, then quickly retract to do it again.

It was undoubtedly the hardest he's ever handled me, that wild edge I thought I'd felt before proving itself as something much more.

My body almost couldn't handle it and yet I was embracing every little thing I could.

Tears pricked my eyes, feeling the front of his body move against my back with every thrust, the way he had secured me against him, the way he so tightly grabbed my shoulder and hand.

All of which together made it feel like my mind was becoming a dull haze.

This was so much better than I anticipated.

I could hear so clearly every groan and hiss.

"Al-... ex," I couldn't even get his name out in one piece, the rate at which I bounced against him not allowing it.

A snarl this time, and his wings dropping and holding themselves beside us.

Not completely encapsulating us like the last time, but simply creating a wall to our sides that weirdly made all my pitiful pants and high-pitched yelps feel much more contained.

I could feel my muscles starting to twist and tighten, both around him and all over my body in general.

Teeth clamped into my bottom lip, which soon had me raising and turning my head towards him as best I could.

He only met my eye for a second, wanting what I was already going for just as much because he leaned right into the fevered, sloppy kiss.

I could almost taste the groan he fed me, only being able to kiss him for a few seconds at a time given that I could barely breathe as it is amongst the hot and heavy pounding I was going through.

My throat shut in a tight strain, my body locking up and pressing everywhere I could closer to this man as that thrashing in my gut built and built.

Then the fangs embedding in my neck boosted it so fast that the sound that wanted to leave me just came out as empty air.

"Oh my god-" I choked out a pant, thinking I was about to break his fingers with how hard I clenched my hands.

Letting that new hum spread through my body and guide me right to what I wanted.

And when it finally took me, it took me hard.

Scraping me down into the mind-numbing pleasure I'd chased this whole night, wracking the sensation all throughout my body.

It held me there longer than what felt normal, feeling myself jolt and convulse through it on top of Xander's steady movements.

When I finally came down from it, and my body sagged from the lack on energy, I could only barely look to see as Xander reached his.

Watching his wings fully extended up and to the sides before snapping tight against his back with a loud clap, hearing the ragged breaths that followed his pulsating release inside me.

Clarity crept its way into me easily through the insane relief that brought me, wiggling its way in while we both caught our breath.

Xander was the only thing keeping me from just collapsing back onto the bed, his hold turning much softer, close to a calm embrace.

Yes... Yes, that was just what I needed.

He aided me as I moved, pulling out and shifting his hold so that I could turn to face him and hug him properly, settling my head in his neck.

"You're... amazing," I breathed.

He didn't say anything, just purred heavily against me, rubbing my back and shoulders.

It wasn't long though until I had to let him go.

He said only half an hour, and some of that included the clean-up.

I told him to go and start his shower multiple times, but he refused unless I came with him.

I told him I'd do the rest  myself since he had places to be and the whole point was to get my scent off of him anyways.

He still insisted on at least cleaning me up on the bed with a warm, damp towel, not neglecting even a single inch of my skin before finally taking that shower.

After making sure I was comfortable in bed with a new shirt of his.

His shower was quick, just enough to get the smell of sex off of him.

According to him, the scent of me was on him regardless so that didn't matter as much.

Fulfilled fatigue tugged at me as I laid in bed, like my body was finally allowing me rest, but I refused to fall asleep until he was gone.

I wanted him to just crawl in bed with me. Just for a little bit. Wrap me in his arms and his wings while I ask him about his trip so far... but I knew I'd already intruded on his trip too much.

He looked at me as soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, his features much different from the beyond pleased smile I had on mine.

Instead, he almost looked... uncomfortable as he looked from me to the balcony he had to leave from.

Within the next two minutes to be exact.

His pupils had returned to normal, though his irises swam with red.

I guess now no one's gonna question whether or not he was hunting now.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

His brows knitted, wings sagging as soon as the question left me.

"I feel... bad. That's the roughest I've ever been with you and now I just have to leave you here." He explained,  "It just feels wrong to me- I don't... want to just leave you like this without doing something else to take care of you."

My face softened,chest blooming with the incredible love I have for this man.

I gestured him closer as I spoke.

"Don't worry about that. I'm the one that made you come all the way back. I got myself into this mess in the first place, and the last thing you needed to do was come take care of it for me given how far and how busy you are there. You've done more than enough. I promise."

And still, I could see that my words weren't enough for him.

I knew that he wanted to crawl into bed and rub each other's backs until we fell asleep just as much as I did, but tonight wasn't the night.

I pushed the blanket off of me and hopped off of the bed.

Oh, holy crap I was going to be sore tomorrow.

"I'll come see you off," I chirped, "I wanted to see you fly anyways."

I'd never seen it, and now I was curious.

That look lessened just enough for me as soon as I grabbed his hand, and we walked together back onto the balcony.

It took a little more willpower than I was expecting to let go.

He hoisted himself back up to stand on the marble railing, letting the cool breeze whip at his hair.

He just stared out at the city below us, wings slowly unfurling before he turned fully to face me.

Staring at me, that moonlight highlighting his hair, eyes, and wings in such a way that stopped my breathing.

Then he crouched, sitting back on his haunches like before, and held out his arms.

My legs moved immediately, though instead of falling into the embrace, I stood on my toes, cupped his cheeks, and pulled him into a kiss.

Careful not to push or pull him too far either way... he was balancing on a railing for crying out loud.

"I love you," I spoke, suddenly emotional from the whole night.

I guess the sight of him standing in the moonlight in all of his vampiric glory just made it all settle in.

"And all your crazy urges to please, and your ability to just... exist and be exactly what I want and need. Your... You Dammit!"

Finally that soft, tender smile I needed to see, extending a hand to rub his thumb across my cheek.

"You just," A quick, quiet sniffle, "Really didn't have to come all this way back for this."

I would have managed, but...

"I love you too," he consoled, taking a soft hold on my hand, "And I will do anything needed, no matter what, to help you. No matter how unimportant you claim it to be."

I just squeezed his hand, not wanting to speak in fear of tears roughing to my eyes again. That's the absolute last thing I need tonight. Especially knowing that he wouldn't go back to where he needed to be until they were gone.

"Good," He concluded, pulling back his hands, "I'll see you tomorrow then. We can catch up on what we couldn't do tonight then."

Yeah... that sounded nice.

"And I can actually ask you how your trip was?"

I still felt sort of weird for the fact that he showed up, sated me, and was now just leaving without even touching the topic of where he was.

He let out another short chuckle, something in his eyes showing some pre-existing distaste of the topic at hand.

"That too," It didn't reach his voice.

I nodded and he stood, turning back to the open air, his wings staying close to his body this time.

Sending me no more than one last look and a wink, he fell forward into a dive and he was gone.

I ran to the edge, hands stopping me against the rail so I could find him.

And I did, barely being able to make him out against the darkness where he looked like he was in a free fall, diving towards the ground.

The admittedly majestic sight of his wings extending at the last moment was a view to behold, watching him shoot back upwards towards me.

Wings flapping and maneuvering just like any other masterful flight-gifted animal.

He looked... a little too good at it if I'm being honest. You wouldn't even be able to tell that he rarely got to use them.

There was a proud, subtle joy in his approach, and in the feeling of the gust he created when he flew back past me.

I breathed in a sound breath, turning my head back up to follow as he cleared the height of the castle, made a sharp turn back towards the north, and disappeared.