Xavier lifted Friera up, and as she pressed her smooth body against his hard, sculpted torso, he felt her leg wrap around his hips, straddling him as he carried her to stand under the hot water. Leaning her back against the cold tiles, he grinned as she shivered and her skin goose bumped with the contrasting temperatures, her nipples pebbling and hardening which invited his mouth to suckle.
Dipping his head, Xavier darted his tongue out to lick over both nipples before gripping one between his teeth and gently tugging, as his tongue circled over the trapped bud. Friera moaned in pleasure as he took his time, supporting her against the wall with one arm as his other massaged cherry scented gel over her body, covering her in a soapy lather as she writhed and wriggled against him.
Using his upper body to hold Friera in place, Xavier stopped his teasing of her breasts and pushed his hand between them, his fingers deftly teasing her already damp folds apart as she rubbed herself up and down against him. His cock was already thick and hard, jerking against her inner thigh as her legs tightened around him. Xavier growled impatiently “Sweetcheeks….”
Friera’s fingers were tracing over the map of scars that scored and dipped over Xavier’s hard body, her eyes following where they touched.
“Who hurt you, Com-an-derr,” her voice intermixed with small whimpers as Xavier pressed his thumb against her throbbing clit.
“Don’t matter,” Xavier answered, too pre-occupied with learning every fold and curve of her sensitive flesh. He was a quick study. “It was all worth it to finally be with you, yeah.” There was something primal in him that just knew she was the missing piece of his life and within the confines of his dream he felt the freedom to say and do exactly what he wanted —and he was in no doubt. He wanted her.
“Are you already wet for me, Sweetcheeks?” As Xavier whispered into her ear, he nipped at her earlobe and without warning, he impaled her on his hard cock, kissing her hard, not allowing her time to scream as his throbbing cock filled and spread her pussy wide. Kicking his hips forward and up, then receding, thrusting over and over again, Xavier’s hands squeezed and played with Friera’s full breasts as he sucked her tongue in and out his mouth, feeling her body tremble and shiver. Friera’s pussy walls tightened and relaxed as her sweet honey coated his jerking cock. Xavier was grinding deep into Friera as she hooked her ankles behind his back, his body caging her against the shower tiles.
The wolf was now scratching at the door frantically as Xavier fucked Friera hard and fast under the shower, the hot water bouncing off of their bodies as the lather slid down their skin to the floor. The scent of arousal filled the air, encouraging him on as he picked up the pace. He grunted into the Friera’s ear, “Come Now!” She obeyed his order, and he continued to grind and push into her tight, hot pussy.
Friera writhed and contorted between Xavier’s hard body and the shower wall, her nails scraping down his back as he sucked and flicked his tongue over her nipples, moving a hand to rub her clit, letting her ride out her orgasm before he arched his back and threw his head back to roar into the air. As he came deep into her pussy, he felt her body spasm again and it made him feel more alive than he had ever felt. Xavier planted his hands either side of Friera’s head and leaned his forehead against hers, his cock still twitching inside the little brunette’s swollen pussy.
“My life is fucking yours, Sweetcheeks. No one will ever hurt you, understand?” he vowed looking into her eyes, and felt her slipping away from him.
“Fuck!” Xavier groaned as he opened his eyes and realised he had fell out of the bed and was lying on the cold stone floor. Looking down, he seen the evidence of his vivid dream, and reached over to grab the vest he had been wearing to clean his thigh and stomach up, before getting to his feet and heading to the shower. One look at where he was had him hot-tailing it out of there and sitting, crouched over the end of his bed with his elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands. “Get a fucking grip, Xav,” he chastised himself. “What the fuck is wrong with me?”
He had no control over his dreams, but he had even less control over his feelings, he mused. Sweetcheeks had gotten deep within his soul and although he had made a vow in his dream, he would honour it. He could sense danger coming for Friera and he knew that he would be the only one who could protect her.
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Chapter Twenty Five
The flight home the evening before was horrendous. Turbulence and already being a passenger who suffered from air sickness was a bad combination. Adding into the mix that sleep was also disturbed due to the fact her laptop had been stolen, made a very cranky Alicia when she woke midday. Literally falling out of her bed, she made her way to the kitchen, flicked the switch for the kettle and fired up her laptop.
Xavier Raige was the object of her desire…well in a matter of fact his financial details were.
He thought he knew who she was? He knew nothing! Alicia let out a snicker as she recalled his words on how she was ‘protecting the others’. Commander Prick knew she was the Belcastro thief, but what she wouldn't give to see the look on his hobo face when he realised she was the only thief, a little lonesome female capable of all those heists?
Two cups of earl grey later and Alicia had his name…Xavier Lycurgus Raige. His date of birth put him at forty seven years of age, but with that beard? He looked about sixty! He was supposedly a much decorated military personnel, the best of the best according to most.
Hacking into the websites was just too easy…if you knew what you were doing of course and soon enough, with a third mug of tea being cradled in her hand, Alicia was starting to locate Commander Raige’s bank accounts. All offshore, of course, but all too easy to find for this professional.
“He’s gotten in the way of a personal fight, a fight he has no right to be a part of.”
She had nearly had them! Belcastro was in her sights and then ‘Mr. Green Eyed Arrogance’ came along on his bike and fucked things up for her!
The first transfer of his Swiss bank account was complete as she drained the funds and placed them into one of her own holding accounts. Alicia didn’t care for money. She took what she wanted, how she wanted and when she wanted — consequences of her actions simply didn’t exist for her! Xavier Fucking Raige was about to regret the day he crashed into her and refused to apologize for running her off the road. He would regret ever calling her Sweetcheeks and he would wish he had never stole her laptop!
It was early evening when Alicia had finished draining four more Raige accounts. The last six she was keeping for another day, thinking to herself with a twisted smirk on her lips, “Let’s see how quick he notices.”
All that research had left her famished! She decided to eat out tonight. Heading to her bathroom, she went to get ready.
Chapter Twenty Six
As soon as Xavier left for his meeting with Snr Belcastro, Shuggie called the Doc again to talk about the Commander’s mental health. He always found Teodora to be a voice of calm and reason in the chaos of his life, and lately was finding more and more excuses to call and speak to her. Both he and Teo owed their lives to Xavier, and so he knew he had an ally in his attempts to save the Commander from himself. As Teo asked Shuggie to describe what had happened earlier that day, he found it easy to talk to her. She listened quietly, making ‘yes’ and ‘no’ comments but for the most part just encouraged him to tell all.
“So wit dae ye think? Ahm ah making a mountain oota molehill oar dae ye think the Commander hus lost it?”
Whilst he was talking to the Doc, Shuggie was still attempting to hack into the laptop Xavier had given him. It was proving more complex than he had anticipated.
As always the Doc was full of insight and ideas, and Shuggie felt much more positive about the Commander’s situation as he said his goodbyes to her and finished the call. Putting the hacking of the laptop to one side, and appointing two of his foot soldiers to continue with the monitoring of the alarms and security of the mansions, he set about putting the plan he and T
eodora had hatched into action.
According to the Doc, Xavier was playing out his fantasies about Friera in his head, and due to probable stress and overwork, this was now manifesting itself into what Teo called ‘waking dreams’ which was the most likely scientific explanation for what he had witnessed on the CCTV at the dockside. To remedy this, they had decided that he should go on a date with Friera, and get it out of his system.
As soon as the sun went down it was safe for Shuggie to leave the base. The first thing he did was go to Friera’s house and mesmerise her so that she would meet with Xavier in a restaurant later that night. Once he had given her all the details, he flashed back to the base and knocked on Xavier’s office door before entering.
“Any luck with that computer?”
Xavier didn’t look up as he spoke, he was studying the emails on his computer intently. Shuggie sat down, and leaned forward, scrubbing a hand down his face.
“Naw, no yet, Commander, but ah really think ye’ve got it wrong aboot Friera being the head of a team of seasoned professional thieves.” Just before Xavier answered him, he held a hand up. “Look ah’ll be honest wi’ ye, ah no you think that she is, an a promise tae get intae her computer, but,” taking a deep breath he continued, “ah huv been consulting the Doc,” holding a hand up to stop Xavier interrupting, “an we both agree that ye should meet wi’ Friera, maybe get tae know her an all that,” adding quickly, “which is why ye huv reservations at the restaurant in an hour, an she’ll be there tae meet ye.”
Before he ended up with his balls as decorative wall hangings, Shuggie smiled and flashed out of the office and as far away from the base as he could think of.
“Dirty Scottish Fucker!” Xavier was raging. Staring at the now vacant seat, his nostrils flared and his complexion had turned from white to burgundy. “I swear to fuck you are a dead man!” Correcting himself, “Again!”
He put aside the questions as to how Shuggie had found Friera without being able to intercept her laptop, never mind how he had persuaded her to meet him. All he could think about was seeing the stubborn little female again. He was telling himself it was so that he could press her for more details and let her know that his interest was purely professional, but if he was being honest with himself, it had surpassed that and was heading towards the personal. Picking up the scrap of paper with the details of the meeting from his desk, Xavier growled to himself and got up. He had less than an hour to get ready and make his way to the restaurant. It would probably take him that long just to shave, so he opted instead to change clothes, pick up some flowers and candy and get to the restaurant in time to meet Friera.
He was, if nothing, a gentleman.
****
Alicia returned to Mexico a few days later. It was sooner than she had anticipated but this time she flew ‘Ali Airways’ as she liked to call it, brushing herself down as she landed in the alleyway. She was here to check on two things. The first being the Belcastros and the second, ‘Commander Prick’. There was no hint that he knew of his financial status and to be honest it was bugging the hell out of her!
Popping the cherry heaven into her mouth, Alicia emerged from the darkness of the alley and headed out onto the main street where restaurants and bars were situated in the busy tourist part of town.
Crossing the road to head left Alicia stopped dead in her tracks, the lolly falling from her mouth and sticking to her top, her brown eyes almost bugging out her head as she looked through the glass of the restaurant where Commander Prick was sitting in a romantic setting, with wine and candlelight — and across from him was …. A Pensioner!
“He’s a panther!” She shouted without even realising she spoke out loud.
****
Shuggie MacAndrew is going to die. Slowly.
This thought chanted through Xavier’s brain as he looked at his ‘date’.
Sitting opposite the wizened old woman who called herself Friera, he vowed to make his vampire friend’s eternal life an unending misery for playing this joke on him. The paper-thinned, toothless, piss smelling octogenarian was smiling vacantly at him as the waiter — who was not even attempting to hide his amusement — came to their table with the menus, asking if Xavier would like to test the wine. He grabbed the bottle, glared at the waiter to ‘fuck off’, and poured himself a very large red.
Friera gave a rattle, that he soon figured out was her laugh, and asked in broken English if he was trying to get her drunk and have his wicked way with her. The very thought froze the blood in his veins, but he gave a curt smile and after pouring the wine into her glass, promptly refilled his own.
From the shadows, Shuggie appeared, and quickly spotted the ‘lovebirds’ at their table. Through the glass, he couldn’t make out what they were saying, but the look on Xavier’s face was relaxed and he noted he was almost smiling. He would enjoy telling the Doc later on that her idea had worked, but for now he reckoned he’d hang about for a while, make sure that everything went smoothly.
Xavier relaxed in his seat opposite Friera, as his thoughts wandered to how Shuggie would meet his demise. A smile grew on his face as he contemplated making Shuggie scream until hoarse before he finally ended him.
As the main course was placed in front of the unlikely pair, Shuggie was about to leave them to it when he caught sight of a young woman standing open mouthed and in shock standing a few feet away from him.
“Ye alright there, miss?” Shuggie walked slowly over to the girl, not wanting to startle her, but it was apparent that something had shaken her.
Unable to move her eyes away from what she was watching, Alicia heard the deep voiced male, and a thick Scottish accent asking her if she was alright. She was sure her mouth was gawping like a fish does when out of water.
“That man is a panther! Either that or he’s being nice to his Grand Madre…but then you don’t have a candlelit dinner with your grandparent do you?”
Shuggie stood silent for a moment, smiling at her words. He had been walking this earth for thousands of years, but it was still a rarity to find one of his own kind.
“Ah think the word is ‘cougar’ no ‘panther’ and aye it’s no wit ye’d expect, ah’ll gie ye that,” he shrugged a shoulder, then turned his attention back to the woman. “Although ah cannae fathom why it’d concern one such as yersel.”
Peeling her eyes away from the carnage that was date night in the restaurant, Alicia turned her head to be met with yet another giant, cranking her neck up to study him more. He was six foot three with deep blue eyes that looked a little weird, almost like they should be another colour, had short brown hair and tattoos made of Celtic patterns across his body.
“I said cougar! And it’s no of concern to myself, Sir. I was just out for a little evening stroll and simply found it amusing that is all. It is not something one tends to lay eyes on very often now is it?”
Shuggie didn’t correct her when she answered. Truth be told she amused him but he silently nodded, then reached over and picked the sticky candy off of her top, holding it in front of her.
“Ye know lass, ye shouldnae eat such sugary treats, they’ll rot yer teeth,” leaning down as he lowered his voice so that only she could hear him. “Or should ah say, fangs.” Straightening up, he flashed a grin, then turned his head to watch the Commander and Friera through the glass front of the restaurant.
Letting out a gasp, Alicia’s words were quiet as she stared up at the Scotsman beside her. “Whatever do you mean Sir?”
“I mean ye huv fangs, no human teeth.” Giving a side glance at her, he started to move away, knowing she would follow. He was keen to converse with her, but not when there was so many humans lurking about.
Stuffing a fresh lolly in her mouth, Alicia slowly moved to follow the stranger who had headed towards the derelict park. It was dark with no lighting, so there would be no interruptions. Once through the gates, the Scottish giant sat on a bench where Alicia cautiously sat down beside him.
“How did you know?”
Shuggie looked straight ahead, leaning his elbows on his knees, and rubbing his jaw with a hand. “Yer accent is European. Italian? Aye, Italian. So tell me, wit brings an Italian vampire tae Mexico?” Deliberately avoiding her question, his curiosity about her piqued.
“Well you see Sir, I like to treat myself to a vacation once a year so I fly the mortal way to blend in. I am Italian, yes, but riddle me this Superman…what’s a Scottish vampire doing in Mexico?”
“Batman. No Superman.” Shuggie noticed that this little vampire consistently got popular culture references wrong, but he found it endearing rather than irritating. “And I am neither, of course,” he laughed well humouredly. “However, how can a vampire fly in an aeroplane as the humans dae? Whenever ah huv tried, ah always end up puking ma guts up!” Shuggie leaned back on the bench, and stretched his legs out.
Alicia turned her head to look at the male in awe, she was dumbstruck. No one had ever called her out on her true identity. Well, of being a vampire that was, and she had never met another one in her one hundred and fourteen years of age. Yet here she sat beside one of her own kind who just happened to have impeccable manners and was such a gentleman! Vampires were far more polite than mortals!
“I get the most horrendous sickness also Sir. Why is that do you think? And who is this batman you speak of? A vampire also?”
He turned his head to look at her. “Batman is a fictional character — comic books an the like, aye? But in answer tae yer other question, well, it’s obvious is it no? Ye get ill cos aeroplanes are made oot o’steel.” He was about to laugh, but stopped short when he realised that the little vampire had no notion that they as a species could not exist in or near steel without becoming very ill. It was one of the few weaknesses that they had. Well, that and the obvious sunlight. “Tell me, lass, did yer Maker no teach ye this at the time?” His face was turned to her and he gave her his full attention by now.
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