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Xenia’s head whips up, and the blood drains from their face when I ask this question. “W-why do you ask?”
“When I tasted your blood, I sensed your turmoil at not feeling feminine enough, but not feeling masculine either. You used to think there was something wrong with you before you simply gave up and stopped identifying with either gender. But this was months ago; now, I’m not so sure and when I speak about you with Pres or Valentine, I refer to you as ‘they’,” I explain, pretending not to notice the relief washing over their face.
Xenia turns around and leans their back against the balustrade, bracing their elbows behind them.
“The moment puberty hit me, my boobs filled out and the stares I got disgusted me. I went from a flat-chested kid to a girl with the biggest cup size in class within the space of a month. The leering from both boys and men put me off wanting to feel like a woman, so I started acting more like a tomboy.”
“But I didn’t feel like a boy either. Whenever I had sex, I wouldn’t feel a thing - it is like the act made me feel more like an object than a person and it made me withdraw even more.” They say, then turn their head towards me as a small smile plays on their lips. “Until you ripped it all away.”
There’s no beating heart in my chest, but I’m sure if I had one it would sound like a University drum line.
“What did I do? All I did was torture you,” I scoff, trying to make light of the situation, but Xenia simply chuckles.
“The way you would look at me made me feel wanted, sexy… desired. The heat in your gaze made me feel more like a woman than I ever have before. So… I started seeing myself as one.”
My eyes widened. “You’re comfortable in your identity now?”
With a shake of their head, they answer. “Uhm, it’s not that clear cut. I still have days where I feel like a blank piece of paper, but I think I would like it if you… referred to me as her.”
I step in front of her and brace my hands on the balustrade on either side of her body, caging her in. “Does this mean I’ve won this little game?”
She chuckles and places a finger underneath my chin. “Do you see me on my knees, Beast?”
Her answer makes my cock twitch, and I move my face closer to hers. “No, but I know you’re dying to be there, so why don’t you be a good girl and submit to me?”
The way her breath hitches in her throat and the sound of her heart racing lets me know that I’ve hit the nail right on the head.
But knowing my Hellcat, she won’t give in so easily and she proves it by leaning forward and copying my move from the other night.
She draws my bottom lip in between her teeth, but then she flicks her tongue over it and it gets my cock harder than fucking concrete.
“Where’s the fun in that?” she asks, leaning back with nothing but lust in her eyes.
I spin her around and press up against her, loving the way she gasps when she feels my cock against her perfect ass.
“Trust me, I’m not finding this game fun at all,” I murmur into her ear, nipping gently at her neck and kissing her pulse. “Being this close to you is fucking torture.”
“Then why… endure it?” she gasps, leaning her head back as if offering her nape to me. I slip my hand between her thighs and cup her mound, knowing that she’s absolutely soaked for me already.
“Because you’re worth the wait,” I say, placing a soft kiss on her neck before pulling away from her and walking back inside the mansion.
Yes, I want nothing but to give in to Xenia; Entwine, and have her be mine forever. But I can’t… not when we have enemies on the way here.
I’m the weakest and youngest between Valentine and Pres, so if the council finds out about my Fated being a human, they’ll take advantage of it.
They’ll use her to get to me and use me to get to Pres. I can’t allow that to happen, so for now I’ll keep my distance from Xenia even if it fucking kills me.
GABRIEL
I’m laying with Katherine in between my legs, holding up her hand and adoring the way my mother’s ring perfectly fits on her finger. As if it was always meant to be there. She’s naked while I’m only wearing boxers, so the ring isn’t the only thing I’m admiring.
“Katherine Priest - who would have thought,” she says and I can tell she’s smiling, but she’s got something wrong.
“Katherine Preutescu. Priest is just a last name my father took on when we moved here.” We all hated the name, but my father insisted on it since we had to hide from the council. It stuck even after they found us, though.
“Oh, I wondered why your family tomb had that name and why Eirisse called you that. Well, either way, I’ll be happy to take your name and get rid of my own which means Death,” she says while twirling the ring around her finger.
Katherine Preutescu; fuck, I love the sound of it.
