Page 38 of Fangs & Fur

“I want you to walk into my room. Open my door and step inside. It has to be your choice.” Xander slows his ministrations of love on my skin.

I grin. “You have to put me down first, old man.”

He returns my grin but does as he’s told, gently placing me on my feet and taking a step back.

Watching him closely, I cross the short distance to his door, resting my hand on the handle. Desire curls low in my stomach as more blood rushes south.

The energy in the house grows heavier as I slowly crack the door open. In all this time, I've never seen the inside of Xander’s room. He’s never left the door open and I've never seen him go inside nor leave it. But the moment the door slips open, I'm blasted with a wave of leather and spice. It smells like home. Of him.

It’s simple and elegant with wooden floors and a few bookshelves teeming with books lining the walls. But what stops me at the threshold of his room isn’t the blood-red rug, nor the slightly eerily painting of Nyx hanging above the far window. But the opulent and rather large coffin that sits right where a bed would.

The lid is open, revealing plush white bedding and pillows, and I simply gawk at it.

“You… sleep in a coffin?” I find my cheeks pulling back into a faint smile.

“Are you bothered by that, sweetheart?” Xander’s voice brushes the outskirts of my ear and I flinch at how he’s suddenly appeared by my side, watching me closely. But the look in his eyes isn't of worry or doubt but of heat and desire. His own lips are pulled back into a cunning grin.

I shake my head. “Is it a vampire thing?”

His grin widens. “What if it’s a ‘me’ thing?”

My heart flutters. Could this man get any more delightful? “I think it’s just right.”

Wrapping his arms around my waist, Xander steps against my back, pressing his hard length against me and leans down to speak, “What if I were to lock you inside my coffin all night? No way to escape me. No one would hear you scream.”

I shiver and more heat pools in my stomach. Just the idea of Xander taking me into his coffin and hiding me away with him has my entire body lighting up with desire. “Please.”

His fingers pick at the hem of my shirt. “I want you naked first. I want to see every inch of my mate.”

I bite the inside of my cheek as my face heats and I know he can see my blush reddening my ears. And I comply.

My own fingers mesh with his as I pull my shirt over my head, letting it drop to the floor, and watch as Xander’s large hands drift up my ticklish stomach and caresses my chest. I’m nowhere near as muscular as he is, but whatever he feels has him groaning into my ears.

I gasp as his fingers pinch my soft nipples, drawing blood to rush to the area and making them flicker with sensitivity.

Xander’s nose brushes against the top of my head as he sucks in a breath. “Fuck.”

I whimper and writhe against him as he tugs and twists at my responsive buds, until they are tingly and warm, making my body quiver with anticipation. No one has ever touched me like this before. Sure, I’ve had sex. But a blow job here or there was as far as foreplay went.

The way Xander is touching me has my mind splitting. The touch of his skin against mine, the way he breathes in my scent with every breath against my scalp, and the constant vibrations of his growl, has me realizing he’s not just touching me but mapping me. Learning my body.

That thought has a wanton moan slipping from my lips, “Xan, please… more.”

My nipples are now bright red peaks amongst my pale chest, and the sight alone has me leaking in my underwear.

“Take the rest off for me, little mate. I want everything,” Xander purrs, and I shiver.

Unbuttoning my pants and sliding them down my thighs, I let them fall to my feet. My underwear is tented with my erection and a dark patch blooms across the material. I whimper and reach for my aching dick.

But before I can reach myself, Xander is pulling my hands away, holding them behind my back at the wrist with a tight grip.

“Look at how wet you are. Do you need something?” His voice is filled with a smile, and I bite my bottom lip, eagerly nodding my head. “Use your words, sweetheart. Let me hear how badly you need relief.”

“I-I need…” I can hardly form words as my hips jerk forward in desperation. “I need you to touch me. Take away the pressure, please, Xander.”

Trailing kisses and soft bites down my neck, Xander reaches the junction of my shoulder. “Good boy. Now take them off too.”

I quickly obey, thumbing the waistband and ripping my underwear away. I kick the material, sending it halfway across the room. Good riddance!