Myself- A Broken Creation

Chapter 16: Alex's P.O.V.

I had known he would pass out after I virtually claimed him. I hadn't been oblivious to how tired he was. I had seen the dark circles under his eyes. I untied the silk from his lithe body and then went to take a freezing shower. The devastating need to actually claim him in every way possible was getting worse and made scorching desire rise inside of me at his small, adorable, childlike actions.

I stepped inside the shower and turned the water as cold as possible. I nearly jumped out of my skin, but it didn't help anything. Desire still simmered in my blood. If one more man dared to touch his creamy skin, I knew I would lose my self-control. It had been so difficult to restrain myself from taking him tonight.

I was trying to wait, trying to make it special for him. I didn't want to claim him in such a way that we both regretted it later. I turned the water back to warm, deciding not to sacrifice my comfort if I didn't have to. Unable to resist, I curled my hand around my throbbing length. My fingers stroked down the sensitive skin and a guttural groan emanated from me.

My mind imagined Xander with his slender thighs wrapped around my waist as I teasingly slipped into his excruciatingly tight heat. Soft cries would fall from his lips as I braced his tiny body back against the wall. My tongue flicked over the silky skin and my hands tightened on his hips as the dark warmth clenched around me.

He would feel like a glove, I absently thought as slowly stroked my length. In the dream, I pounded into his slick heat and felt him tighten almost painfully around me. I snarled in frustration as my length throbbed. Xander whimpered, begged, and cried for more of me. His skin slowly pinkened until it was cherry red. I groaned and then savagely growled as I finally found my release.

I quickly finished my shower and got ready for bed. I sighed as I stepped into my bedroom with my plaid pajama pants on. Xander was curled in a small ball of fear on my bed, rocking back and forth and whimpering. Guilt pierced my heart as I thought of the pain he had been in while I had been in the shower. I grabbed his small body and cradled him in my arms.

"Xander, baby, please, wake up."

I just repeated those words until his tired, red, agonized eyes opened and lifted their gaze up to me. I gently rocked him in my arms as he sniffled against my neck. I rubbed his back as he wiped his flowing tears away.

"Shh...It's okay, sweetheart.You're not trapped there anymore. You're right here, in my arms," I murmured.

He trembled and sucked in a shaky breath.

"I'm okay now," Xander softly whispered.

My arms tightened around him in a silent refusal to let him go. I knew he was still troubled by whatever cruel, vivid, harmful images had assaulted his mind. Xander melted into me as I comforted him.

"What happened?"

I stroked his silky hair to put him at ease because I could feel him stiffening in response to my question.

He shook his head and quietly muttered,"It doesn't matter."

A small growl broke free and he jerked in shock.

"Xander, you were crying!"

He turned his flushed face from me in embarrassment, but I slowly tilted it back.

"I can't tell you how much it does matter," I told him.

Xander nibbled on his tempting lip and shakily whispered that it was about Ryan. I clenched my jaw in fury and frustration. That son of a bitch was always hurting Xander, whether he was physically here or not. I was tired of having his presence intrude on the progress of our relationship.