“She’s just drunk,” Ezra said. Raven knit his brows, analyzing Xanthea closely. Ezra pulled over outside a graveyard. When Ezra said he was taking her to the Virgo pack, I knew exactly where their excursion might end — her mother’s grave. Ezra draped his coat around her shoulders and back. In the
[Ezra] I never thought I would ever say this, much less accept it to myself, but Xanthea was anything but weak. I was foolish to think she was a weak soul, that she needed me for her vengeance. All Xanthea needed was the space to be herself and a security that it was ok to be herself. She needed a
It was better this way when she was asleep, when I knew she wouldn’t remember the night. But I would remember the night just as much as I would remember the day. Today was going to stay with me for a long time. You are growing on me, Xanthea and I do not know how to stop it. But I no longer want to
“Fuck!” I squeezed her breasts, feeling myself reach the snapping point. Her insides tightened around my cock, and I slammed my hand over my face. “Damn it!” I groaned, exploding inside her. Running my hand swiftly through my hair, I fucked her faster, burying myself deeper inside her. “Fuck yes
[Asher]The ring on Xanthea’s finger was fascinating.Very… fascinating.“Ezra… ah! Ah! Oh god…”Xanthea’s breathing turned harsher as she clenched the bedsheet, stifling her moans into a silent cry.Ezra’s hips collided with her in a rough thrust, yanking a cry right out of her throat. Panting, she
Her makeup smeared sultrily, especially around her eyes and lips, as a slick film of sweat spread across her skin.Ezra knit his brows in a carnal frustration. He held her hips firmly against his as he fucked her harder through her orgasm. Slumping on him, Xanthea arched herself against him.“Fuckin
Twisting her wrist, I pinned her ringed hand on her back as I yanked her closer.I could see the goosebumps zap across her skin as she shut her eyes, wincing and panting.Ezra and Raven exchanged a glance.They thought they could have free access to Xanthea if they dropped the rule, not even realizi
“I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” — W. B. Yeats ~~~ [Xanthea Plath] I limped into the graveyard, clutching my broken arm with the other hand. Blood mixed in the rain trailed down from my shoulder to my elbow, down my wrists, making its way to