The Unlikely Mate

Xavier pulled out his jacket and draped it over my shoulders, just as he does sometimes, hoping I'd shift into my human form at my own will. I never do. Although tonight, I'm tempted because I had never had a descent conversation with anyone. His servants treated me like I'm paying them personally. Xavier was right when he said his servants will treat me like a queen.

While I've been pampered like royalty during the day, I'm stuck like this at night all because of his lust for my blood...and I can't stand him.

Slowly, I shifted. Trusting him, thinking perhaps, after being with him for over a month, and he turned out to be isn't half as bad as he is, I could trust him...I quickly found out it was wrong to assume and trust a vampire, especially this one.

Xavier was on me, as he snatched me from where I sat and slammed my back on the wall - that I barely had time to react when he sank those filthy fangs deep in my skin like a starving devil.

I whimpered and the sound of my struggle excited him. I was shifting back on my wolf form when he pressed hard on me and I groaned being squeezed. His fangs retracted and licked my neck, just enough so he could talk. "Don't. Stay like this. "A trace of silent plea underlined his voice, as though he's begging me to just stay like this. "I barely get to enjoy your company."

It was said vampires has a tendency for loneliness and Xavier is no exception. Tonight, that loneliness surfaced whether he knew he'd been careless to let it show to me or he meant to do it on purpose.

Either way, I fell for it and I stayed human for him. My heartrate calming down beneath my ribs, and he felt the slowing down of my heartbeat and the calming stream of my blood flowing underneath my warm skin.