Hold On

Chapter 9

*This isn't as long as I wanted it to be, and it's kind of a filler hinting at things to come, but I'm hoping to have another upload by the weekend. (Finger's crossed)

There is sexual content, more graphic than last time, but I will warn you before it goes down.

Chapter 9

One hour and a relaxing bath later, I was back in the study, painting. Xander had tried nipping and kissing me and I shooed him, threatening to make him leave if he didn't let me work. He settled for playing twenty questions, and his questions were not so PG at times.

I was trying to detail the foam on the waves when a hand snaked around my waist. “Favorite flower?” Xander whispered.

I pushed his hand off, smiling. “black roses,” I said, thinking of his obsidian eyes when he was in fox form. I still couldn't believe that we had mated. A part of me felt like a slut for defying everything that I knew was right, just for this guy. A guy, I realized, that I barely knew. “Favorite movie?” I countered.

“The Expendables,” he purred, returning his hand to my waist and kissing my ear. “Favorite color?”

I shivered at the feel of his breath on my neck. That was the moment I realized something. I turned, facing him with quizzical eyes. “You didn't mark me.” It was a question, but the unspoken why hung in the air.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “After last time......I thought it best to wait until you were ready.” His leaned down, kissing my forehead. “That and I want to keep you to myself for just a little while longer.”

I frowned, not sure what he meant about that. I was going to ask him when I heard the front door open and close. Xander stepped away, back to his spot on the desk in the corner. I went back to painting when Liam walked in with a huge bag. “Time for the pain,” Liam sang.

I put my paints down, turning to face him. “Alex isn't going to be that hard on me, is he?”

Xander laughed. I shot him a glare before turning back to Liam. “No. Alex won't be needed.” His tone was smug and so was his smile.

“You-no! You're not-” I stuttered, surprise slowly giving way to dread. Out of all of them, he was the one I knew the least about.

“that's right princess,” he confirmed, flashing me a wicked grin. “You're ass is mine.” He handed me the bag and gestured for me to go change.

Still surprised that gentle, easy going Liam was going to show me how to fight. I put on the first thing I pulled out, which happened to be black yoga pants and a bright yellow sports tank top, the kind with the built in sports bra. I grab some sneakers our of the closet and slide them on before going back down.