CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
As we walked out of the guest room, all I could think about was how much I wanted to lick ice cream for the last time. Who knows if I'll be able to even have my five senses anymore?
And that was the part that scared me the most! I didn't know what was going to actually happen to me and no one was giving me a guideline on it. Now that I think about it, I should have taken Theresa aside and quizzed her about it but then, I thought this was a wedding conversation not a ritual procession.
The walk from the guest room to the dining room where Xavier was pacing back and forth with bloodshot eyes had all my fake bravado vanishing.
The moment I walked in through the door that I hadn't before now noticed it's golden handle, everyone turned towards our direction with different expressions.
The King looked regal in his attire as he stood at the head seat where Xavier usually sat but the look in his eyes was anything but. I guess the fact that his son was finally about to become the Prince that no one would be able to depose due to his powers made him antsy considering it was being delayed by a lowly human girl. So it was a given that the rest of the royal family would look at me with disdain and irritation.
I took a deep heave, struggling to accept that this would be my life forever; a strange second family that would treat me with contempt. No, scratch that, I wouldn't even know what they'll do to me in the Prince's absence considering I might not have control of my own damn mind.
But I didn't let my thoughts reflect on my face, heading straight to the glass of wine on Corbin's side of the table and gulped it in one go.
“Tessa!” Momma screamed at me but I didn't pay much attention to her. My mind was a mix of fear, sadness and fake bravado and now that I'd added a little mix, sorry, a full glass of liquid courage, I knew what to focus on.
“Let's get this over with,” I said quietly but I knew the entire room heard me clearly.
Xavier stalked over to me, his movements awkward.
“Aare you suure?” He asked, his voice guttural and strange. I guess he was battling with his other side; the one that wanted to swallow me whole, leaving me no choice but to become his completely.
“Yes,” I whispered as he got closer, his change nearly complete. “Not like I have a choice,” I added as an afterthought.
“Smart girl, now let's get this over and down with. You all are acting like it's a death sentence and even those aren't so serious anymore,” the King said flippantly as he walked over to his seat.
As Xavier closed the distance between us, he was no longer Xavier. Well, he's obviously Xavier but not the one that always carried me to bed when I tried to run away from him or the one that always made sure I ate and covered me with a blanket because I hated the feeling before sleeping but I would get cold in the middle of the night.
This Xavier didn't carry me off the ground at every given chance or made me angry and happy and aroused in the span of every twenty-four hours; no, this Xavier was a monster and he would probably kill me if our systems weren't compatible.
He was quite tall, a few inches taller than the King who was quite hefty in his own right and I probably looked like a dwarf next to him. He towered over me as he flicked my hair from my face, his hot breath fanning my face.
But what made him stand apart to me was his eyes.
They were blue but not the boring type, they had a dark undertone that kind of justified his brooding nature as well as reminding me how he wasn't really a part of this world. In fact, everything about him right now screamed outer space to me.
His eyes reminded me of a science book my Dad had shown me in our secret library where he kept banned books for me, it was a picture of outer space with deep swirls that sparkled and a dark undertone to it.
The dark blues eyes stared at me with intensity, gradually obliterating my fears and hesitation as he drew impossibly closer making me feel breathless at his proximity.
If he wasn't going to take over my mind, I might have liked him.
What with how he fit so perfectly into the gray sweatpants and sweatshirt Xavier always wore to bed. I'd taken a double take at him when I'd come down for dinner earlier but the excitement at seeing my parents and the entire dramatic evening took away the dirty thoughts that usually accompanied the view of him looking so good.
But as he stood closer to me, his tail swishing loudly in excitement, it took me a few seconds to realize where my mind had gone to but I successfully retracted it from the gutters and focused on his blue furry arm as he grabbed my neck and drew me closer to him, I quickly held the dining table for a bit of stability.
Now that I think about it, the entire room has disappeared the more he stared into my damn soul, not even the fact that my parents were standing in the same room while an alien brought out his long tongue and licked my lips, sending shivers down my spine as he grabbed me closer and shoved said tongue down my throat. I didn't think of his family sitting and watching us like creeps as I opened my mouth wider for him to explore and control, his claws trailing my arms in the armless gown I'd worn to dinner.
Neither did I remember Corbin who I'd kissed only the same morning as Xavier moaned down my throat, possessive and demanding.
And as I began to respond to his ministrations,my arms wrapping around his torso, all I could think about was how much more of him I wanted and craved.
It didn't occur to me at that point how I had gone from hating his entire existence to suddenly wanting him to wrap his tail around my neck as I drove my body up and down his excitingly long member.
No, I'd simply give in to whatever he demanded of me and craving more of him like a dog in heat even when he retracted from me and stepped back and ran away from the room like I burned a mark on his back with my wandering hands.
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