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Chapter Thirty-Two
Rowan
Xander carries me into the house, but we can’t keep our hands off each other long enough to make it up to my bedroom on the third floor. I point to the right, into the sitting room with the massive stone fireplace on one end. He lays me down on the thick rug in front of it and kneels over me. With a glance at the fire, it roars to life, his dragon magic summoning it. Heat washes over us.
He bends down and claims my mouth with his tongue again, while I reach up and start tugging off his shirt. It soon flies off somewhere in the room and my fingers are free to glide along the hard expanse of his chest, his shoulders, his hips. In between kisses, I watch the firelight play over his tan skin, and reflect in his golden eyes.
Next, my fingers work at his belt buckle, and once I have it loose, I slide one hand down into his pants. He groans and plunges his tongue deeper into my mouth as my fingers slide back and forth over the outside of his boxers. His shaft is rock hard, and he elicits a sound like he might devour me.
I lift my legs and wrap them around his hips, then when he comes in closer against me, I flip us around so I’m on top. He looks surprised for a moment, then smiles as I place one hand on his chest and take control. I kiss down the front of him and when I reach his hips, I tug his jeans off, followed quickly by his boxers.
Slowly, I crawl forward again, kissing up his chest as I go, until I’m straddling him on my hands and knees. I kiss him on the lips once more, long and slow, then I rock back and guide his shaft into me. Just the tip at first, tormenting him. He moans and reaches up to place his hands around my hips. I torture him a moment longer, then I sit all the way back, taking the length of him inside me. We both gasp at the same time.
I begin to rock back and forth then, slowly at first, undulating my hips, grinding against him. Xander tightens his grip on my hips, his fingers searing hot. His breathing begins to speed up, and his eyes burn into mine, pleasure and longing swimming in their depths. One of his hands cups my breast, squeezing it and toying with my nipple as I move.
With one hand on his chest, I use my other to take his hand from my breasts and guide his index finger into my mouth, sucking it, biting it, swirling my tongue down the length of it. Xander’s eyes flutter for a moment and he groans, low and deep. I release his finger a moment later, letting his hand drop back to my breast.
“You are mine, Xander,” I intone, picking up the speed of my movement. My hips rock back and forth faster and faster.
“I am yours,” he gasps breathily, punctuated by a guttural growl. “Forever, Rowan. I am yours forever.”
He sits up then, wrapping his arms behind me and pulling our chests together. He thrusts as I slide up and down on his cock, burying his face in my breasts, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. I arch my back and grind harder into him, feeling the first ripples of my orgasm building. A moment later, Xander shudders against me. He lifts his head from my breasts and looks me in the eyes, one hand reaching up into my hair to tug it. I gasp as my climax blossoms, and Xander cries out and gives one final thrust as he explodes inside me. We both shake and cling to each other as wave after wave of pleasure claims us.
When we’re spent, we collapse onto the rug, feeling the heat of the fire on our skin. I lay on Xander’s chest, and he pulls my hair to the side and traces the backs of my shoulder blades with one of his fingers. I listen to the sound of his heart hammering beneath my cheek, feel the heat of his magic fading, as is mine.
“How can everything go from so terrible to so wonderful in such a short period of time?” I murmur against his skin.
“We can overcome anything after this,” Xander says. “Anything at all. And I’ll spend the rest of my days making you happy.”
“You do know how to make a woman very happy,” I say with a laugh.
“Well, if you liked that, we have a bright future indeed,” he says with his own chuckle.
I push up off his chest and look down at him. “I have some thoughts about that.”
“Oh?” He arches a brow and smiles.
“But first, I need food and a glass of wine.”
We get up and wander to the kitchen, wearing nothing at all. I get some cheese and fruit out of the fridge and take a bottle of red wine off the rack. After pouring two glasses, we head out onto the veranda. Xander pulls a soft throw blanket off one of the chairs and wraps it around us as we sit down in it. I sit across his lap, my legs over the arm of the chair, and he feeds me grapes and bites of cheese until I’m not so starved. Occasionally he bends down to plant a kiss along with it.
As I sip my wine, I listen to the crickets and an owl off in the forest. Xander looks so sexy sitting in the shadows, a big wine glass in his hands, that I’m having a hard time containing myself.
“So, witch of my soul,” he says in his smoke and chocolate voice, “What future do you see for us?”
“Well,” I begin, “I started thinking about what would have happened to the coven if you and I hadn’t been here to stop it. It’s not like you can go to the police with this sort of thing. And if you try to imprison a supernatural being, that’s not likely to be successful.”
Xander snorts. “True. I did leave a rather large hole in the police station when I busted out to find you.”
A spike of lust runs up my belly. My very own dragon. It’s unbearably hot. I take another sip of wine and kiss him, letting him taste it on my tongue.
“You were saying?” he says after a moment, a knowing smile on his face. He’s clearly teasing me.
I force myself to focus even though I just want to kiss him again. “These things in the supernatural community have to be handled internally. And when witches and other beings are in trouble, they should have a group they can turn to.”
“So, perhaps the Raven Society and the Order of Nobilis Draco should join together to protect those in need?”
“Exactly,” I say, pleased that he came to the same conclusion. “I’m sure both groups have a broad network. We need to break out of these silos and help each other as a larger community. Everyone keeps to their own kind too much.”
