Chapter
Thirty-Eight
XAVIER
Axl sits upright in bed, glaring at the doorway like he was expecting me. Ophelia sleeps soundly beside him, and he growls but keeps his voice low. “You can’t f*****g have her, Xavier.”
I step into his room and close the door behind me, clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “You think you’re going to stop me?”
“I’ll rip out your f*****g throat if you touch her.”
“I’m sure it will be worth it.” Offering him a casual shrug, I step closer and pull off my T-shirt. I frequently recall the taste of her p***y on my fingers, but her blood … My fangs and my c**k throb with hunger to take all of her and make her my own. I have felt the high it gives him, and even secondhand, it’s a rush.
He gets out of bed and comes to stand toe to toe with me, his bare
