Reckless Souls (Saints Academy, #1)(57)

off guard too.

“You’re making my wolf rise to the surface,” he states in response, like it explains everything.

Clearing his throat, he continues as my fingers remain against his temple. “Ninety-nine percent of the

female population piss me off, fuck, most of this entire society is full of fake bullshit that I fucking

despise. Everything is always about what people stand to gain, no one ever just wants to… be.” His

chest pounds faster with each breath he takes as his eyes burn into mine. “Then there’s you.”

Every word that falls from his mouth is intoxicating, drawing me further into his hold as I try to

take a full breath, but it’s far too difficult with him this close and I don’t even care.

“Then there’s me,” I finally reply, unashamed of how his words twist something new inside of me.

A yearning, a need. I try to search his eyes for some kind of understanding, his woodsy scent floating

around me as my body moves on its own accord.

Rising up on my tiptoes, I keep my eyes fixed on his as my hands move to his shoulders. His hands

immediately drop from the wall, landing on my waist as he takes another step closer so we’re chest to

chest.

All I see is Xander.

All I feel is him.

All I smell is him.

Then, all at once, he’s all I taste as our lips crash together.

The undercurrent floating between us pulls us together in a frenzy, our mouths fighting for

dominance as I drag a hand up into his hair, while his deathly grip on my waist will undoubtedly

leave bruises that’ll last a lifetime.

I knew I would give in to one of them, and it didn’t matter to me which one because I felt drawn to

all of the Elites, but fuck if I care now. Maybe getting lost in all of this desire and need will help calm

me.

With my back pressed against the wall, Xander moves one hand to cup my face as he devours my

mouth, winning the battle of dominance as his other hand drags over my thigh, leaving goosebumps in

his wake.

It’s like his touch on my bare skin burns, he’s that hot, that primal against me, and I’m desperate

for more. I want him to burn me from the inside out, and I need it to happen now.

He pulls his lips from mine, and I inhale as if my life depends on it, which only serves to fill my

senses even more with his woodsy essence. The scent is so him.

It takes me a moment to pry my eyes open since I hadn’t even realized they’d closed, but the

second I do, they slam shut again as Xander trails his mouth over my throat, before dusting kisses

over my collarbone. A moan elicits from my lips, rippling in my chest.

His lips are gentle, while his hands are rough and coarse against my skin, but as his fingertips

reach the apex of my thighs under my dress, I find my hips tilting off the wall, desperate to feel more.

“You’re flooding my brain,” he growls against my skin. “All I can smell is your fire and

sweetness all at once,” he adds, and I groan as his finger strokes along the edge of my panties.

“You’re doing the same to me,” I bite back, before his lips crash to mine again, just as his finger

slips under my lace panties, and finds my tight nub desperate for attention.

A low groan of desire falls from my lips, which makes him growl in response, his teeth nipping at

my bottom lip as my back arches, close to drawing blood.

Fuck.

What is he doing to me?

Every move he makes is carnal, and it leaves my brain short circuiting as I wonder if that’s

because of him or the fact that he’s a wolf shifter, but a part of me knows it’s got to be a mixture of the

two.

I am here for all of it.

Another moan falls from my lips as he runs his finger through my folds, seeking my entrance as my

nails bite into the skin at his neck.

“Fuck, I can’t stop,” he hisses, circling my core as he breathes against my lips.

“If you stop right now I’ll fucking kill you,” I shout, prying my eyes open to look up at him. The

first thing I see are his glowing amber eyes searing into mine, a vein at his temple throbbing as he

seems to try and contain himself, and I quickly shake my head. All this built up tension, it’s been there

since Halloween, if not longer, and now… now we deserve a taste.

“Stop holding back, Xander.”

Those three words seem to snap something inside of Xander, another side of him taking over like I

never could have prepared for, and I simply gape at him with pure ecstasy coursing through my veins,

ready to explode.

“Don’t fucking move,” he grunts, tilting my chin up so my head falls to the wall. I manage the

smallest of nods, before he takes a step back, marching to the nightstand before quickly returning with

a condom in his hand. “You’re lucky my wolf hasn’t taken over completely because he wants me bare

inside of you,” he adds, before grabbing the back of the neck on his tee and pulling it over his head.

His ripped abs and chiseled chest come into view, leaving my body even more desperate than

before. Thankfully, he doesn’t keep me waiting as he crowds me again, condom slipping into his