Chapter 38

XAVIER A xl sits upright in bed, glaring at the doorway like he was expecting me. Ophelia sleeps soundly beside him, and he growls but keeps his voice low. “You can’t fucking have her, Xavier.” I step into his room and close the door behind me, clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “You think you’re going to stop me?” “I’ll rip out your fucking throat if you touch her.” “I’m sure it will be worth it.” Offering him a casual shrug, I step closer and pull off my T-shirt. I frequently recall the taste of her pussy on my fingers, but her blood … My fangs and my cock throb with hunger to take all of her and make her my own. I have felt the high it gives him, and even secondhand, it’s a rush. He gets out of bed and comes to stand toe to toe with me, his bare chest pressed against mine, his vicious snarl vibrating through us both. “She’s mine.” I tilt my head and glare at him. “Yeah, well, she’s about to be mine.” He wraps a hand around my throat. “Do. Not. Fucking. Touch. Her.” He