Chapter 32 Boldness (18+)

**Valerie**
I breathed deeply to calm down my racing heart beat.
Forcing myself to focus back on the fragments, I hoped to find more clue. The werewolves on that once-complete photograph were evidently high-rankings in the Red Moon Pack for their luxurious-looking outfits and a special red badge, in a shape of crescent, clipped on their collars.
There were familiar faces I had just seen in the dining room, but there’s one thing confused me in particular. I was pretty sure that the man who stood beside Caser Murphy in both photographs was absent.
Though I didn’t know much about werewolves, I did acknowledge that their pack always functioned in very strict hierarchy system. That meant, if I didn’t take it wrong, the man, for his proximity to Caser Murphy, must have been the Beta of the Red Moon Pack.
But according to the confession from the two wolves, their “Beta Dean” was present here to make an order of assassination. So, it’s not difficult to suppose that the old man of that couple who followed Caser Murphy closely and obediently on their arrivals would be the Beta.
Had his predecessor resigned, or been murdered?
Either sounded preposterous. Taking a high-ranking position in the wolf packs was not like taking an employment, it’s hereditary, enforced to reserve their pure bloodlines. And if the old Beta had either quitted or died, the new one would picked among his brothers or sons. But that man, with his narrowed eyes, big nose and plump, greasy face, had nothing in common with the handsome man in photo.
There must be another major incident occurred before Xavier took the crown. Something crucially important that was able to alter the family rankings in Red Moon’s history. I wondered if Xavier was also trying to seek out the hidden reality otherwise why should he gathered the pieces and pined them onto a blackboard, like what the detectives would do.
That conjecture was so daring that I felt a scary coldness grew in my heart.
“Everything you want to know was in the Red Moon Pack.”
I contemplated the sentence before retreating from the desk. Leaning against the bedpost, I exhaled, licking my parched lips for some moisture.
What he said was reasonably correct. If I wanted the truth, I had to deal with the wolves. Regardless of how much I hated to acknowledge, my only chance to win lied in the unaccountable chemistry between Xavier and me.
“Ugh!” I huffed restlessly, burying my head in the palms again.
My mind was swirling with angel and demon fighting intensively inside. The emotional part was urging me to conform to my desire at the justification of seeking truth, but the deliberative part wanted to scotch my irrationality, reminding me of the critical consequence that I would have to face upon, whether it proceeded in line with my wishes or not, for passing the point of no-return.
I was trapped in self-debating when Xavier entered the room.
Lifting my gaze up to him, I found his eyes had locked on mine ever since he walked in. He stalked to my position, assuring me with a warm hug before resting his large palm on my cheek.
“I’m sorry, Valerie.” He looked regretful and nervous, beholding me tightly as if I would disappear right in front of him.
My heart fluttered upon his husky voice, the moisture on my lips was evaporating quickly under the heated air between our bodies. My breaths entangled with his musky scent and my cheek was burning as he chuckled, eyeing at me with those emerald eyes filled with hunger and lust.
I tried to say something to ease the tension, but my lips were glutted in nervousness. The lewd demon in my mind was screaming for more sensual pleasure. As his eyes trailed over my body, my heart thumped drastically in my chest, my knees weakened.
When his gaze landed on my thigh, smile froze on his face. His brow arched, lip pursed into a thin line. Raking fingers through his soft hair with an exhale, he switched the stare at me.
“You like him?” He questioned in a way seemed to be careless, tracing his finger slowly down my face before resting on the crook of my neck.
Cold fingertips brushing over my sensitive skin as smothered anger and dominance swirled like a storm behind his intoxicating eyes. His gaze was so intensive as if he was trying to burn a hole on my skin with those flaming orbs.
It looked like something had suddenly ignited his fury. I was confused for a few second before a sudden realization hit me down.
*Shit! The redness!*
I fluttered to lift my hand, trying to cover the imprint Sebastian left there in hasty.
But it was too late.
Xavier grabbed my wrists, buckling them easily in one hand and clinging against my backside. His other hand trailed along the curvature of my body, fingers and thumb circling my bud over the clothing.
“Has him kissed here?” he rasped.
I shook my head.
He lowered to press kisses on my nipples, before grazing them between his teeth.
“Uh...d…don’t…” I stuttered while letting out a lascivious moan. I couldn’t refrain myself from being aroused.
I closed my eyes, sensing his touch traced downward as his fingers climbed onto my laps. He had released the iron-grip on my wrist and guided my arms to wrap around his neck for the balance.
I didn’t expected it when he parted my legs before holding me on his arms and walking to the bed. My eyes flared when he put me down and crawled over me, hands on both side of my shoulder. He eyed me deeply from upside before lowering down inch by inch and press his bulged maleness against my pelvis.
The heat of his cock made my head spinning.
I clenched my thighs together as he buried his head in my hairs, taking a sharp inhale. Resting his lips against my neck and nibbling everywhere that was possible to be left with a clear redness, he spread my thighs apart with his large hand and stroke on my feminine part softly using his thumb.
Feeling the slickness, he puffed a question devilishly against my ear.
“You like it better touched by me, or by Sebastian?”
I gasped breathlessly, abashed with no reply. Biting my lower lip, I tried not to make any shameful voice.
“Look at me,” he commanded, urging me to open my eyes. His handsome face tinted with lusts and hunger as his finger continued to strike me mercilessly over the cloth.
“Let out your sweet moan, Valerie.” He ordered with a husky voice.
Shaking my head, my teeth dug even deeper into my flesh, desperately want to get myself back in control.
But I couldn’t.
Xavier bit and sucked every inch of my lips and blocked my complaints with a mad kiss. His tongue darted into my mouth and stroke in a soft rhythm as if mimicking a sexual intercourse.
I was completely stunned as a huge wave of pleasure engulfed me with shame.
My sanity lost in the frenzy as I couldn’t help but kiss him back, nipping his jaw and wriggling my hands on his bulky chest, looking for the buttons leading me to his godly bare physique
He huffed a chuckle, being contented with my reaction but with no intention to help. A wicked grin lingered at the corner of his lips as his finger delved into the edge of my soaked panty. The direct touch of his bare skin was satisfying.
My back arched into a half-circle when his fingers pushed deep inside my heat. Liquid warmness exuded uncontrollably from my tightness, providing lubricant for his strokes.
“Come for me.” He smirked, but his voice sounded weirdly remote. But I realized what he was about to do, a tidal feeling of pleasure devoured my mind, electricity rushing through my spine.
My body stiffened for half a minute before collapsing onto bed limply. His finger wiped my liquids and left my swollen clits. Through the haze of moistures in my eyes, I saw him unbuckled his belt and put out his mighty organ.
“Will you take me, Valerie?” He asked huskily as his eyes darkened, rubbing his iron rod temptingly before pressing it against my wetness.