Page 23 of The Wolf King's Chosen

His touch was like magic, and Lexi expressed it unabashedly through an open-mouthed howl of pleasure.

“Oh, God!”

Lexi didn’t require much stimulation, as the past few days had been foreplay enough to have her wet and ready for him. But like a good lover, he teased her and prepped her by rubbing on her clit until she was nearly begging him to fuck her.

“You feel so warm and wonderful,” he growled into her ear.

Lexi had never felt so aroused or so sexy in her entire life. He pulled his cock out of his pants and easily slid inside her. When she was completely filled, she clenched him between her legs, digging her nails into his skull as he kissed her bosom and slowly thrust into her aching need.

The books behind her shook as he shoved into her harder and harder, with his mouth trailing over her breasts and neck. All of the cells in her body vibrated, and she had never felt so alive in her entire existence.

She moaned his name without thought, tightening her grip on his head and waist as she looked through the skylight at the heavens above. It felt like lightning was pouring down to strike through her entire body.

Both of them climaxed, and they easily rolled against one another with utter bliss. It was going to be hard to stop making love against a bookshelf in her own reading room.

TWELVE

XANDER

He jerked awake. His eyes were half open, and he just wanted to drift back to sleep. He rolled over and draped his hand onto the other side of the bed.

He froze when he realized it was cold. He forced his eyes open and found himself alone. Lexi wasn’t in bed.

He sat up quickly and looked around the room. It was empty. She wasn’t in the room.

He grabbed a pair of pants off the ground and headed for the door. He stepped outside and scanned the hallway. It was vacant.

Just then, he heard a sound coming from his bathroom, and he turned. He hurried toward his bathroom, seeing the light shining from underneath the door.

“Lexi?” he called out.

He heard someone throw up, and he frowned. Opening the door, he saw Lexi clutching the toilet, her head halfway in the bowl. Her knuckles were white as she clutched the sides. She threw up again, louder than before.

“Lexi ...” He stood over her, pulling her hair back. He ran a hand down her back, hoping it would soothe her a little.

“I’m okay,” she muttered, leaning back a little. “I think I just ate something bad. I think I have food poisoning.”

He cringed at the idea. He knew he had eaten everything that was served to her. If she was sick, wouldn’t he be sick as well?

Lexi throwing up again broke his concentration on that thought, and he rubbed her back once more. He felt so bad for her.

After a few moments, Lexi thought she was empty. She leaned away, pressing her back against the wall, and looked at him with an exhausted expression.

“How long have you been in here?” he asked, feeling bad that he hadn’t woken up sooner. He could have been here the entire time.

“Just a little while. I’m fine, honest.” She waved a hand, leaning her head back against the wall.

“You’re not fine,” he said, hating how pale she had gotten. “I’m calling a healer.”

She shook her head at him. “Xander, I’m fine. I just need a little water, and I’ll feel better.”

He refused to just dismiss her illness so quickly. He wanted someone to look at her. “I’m calling a healer.”

He left before she could argue and marched down the hallway. He found a guard to fetch a healer and bring them to his room.

He went back and helped Lexi off the bathroom floor and back to the bed. He could tell she was feeling bad because she didn’t fight him when he half-carried her.

He smoothed her hair back, worried about her. “What hurts?”

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