Chapter 4

"First things first," Xavier began, his voice low, "we need to convince her not just through scent, but sight as well. It's primal for us. If Celeste can't smell the authenticity of our... encounter, she'll see right through it."

"Right." I nodded, acutely aware of the thrumming pulse beneath my skin. "We'll need to be close—very close. Lingering touches, the kind that leave trails of heat in their wake. Enough to stir the air."

"Like this?" I reached out tentatively, tracing the vein along his forearm, feeling the warmth of his skin against the tip of my finger. The action was intimate, yet calculated, and I felt his muscles tense under my touch.

"Perfect," he said, though the word seemed caught in his throat. "And our dialogue—it should be spontaneous but meaningful. We have to sell it, Serena. Every sigh, every word, must carry weight."

I swallowed hard. "So, what do you propose we say? Something like 'You're everything I've ever wanted,' perhaps?"

"Too cliché," he countered immediately, a half-smile playing on his lips. "But something akin to that sentiment. Maybe... 'I never knew it could be like this with you.'"

"Good," I conceded, feeling the strangeness of scripting such intimacy. "And I could reply with, 'You make me forget the world outside exists.'"

"Perfect." He stepped closer, and I could feel the electricity crackling between us—an energy that was far too real for comfort. "Now, remember, when Celeste smells us, she has to believe the desire is mutual. Our scents will tell more than any words we could ever script."

"Understood," I whispered, suddenly conscious of how my body reacted to his proximity. For a moment, I allowed myself the luxury of believing in the fantasy we were constructing, allowing the jasmine and storm within me to rise up to mix with the essence of pine and earth.

"Let's get started then," he murmured, and the room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the performance to begin—the lines blurred between pretense and something dangerously close to truth.

Xavier's eyes followed me as I walked into the room, his wolf senses already picking up on my scent. "Serena," he blurted out, his voice laced with concern, "are you a virgin?" His intense gaze made me feel vulnerable and exposed.

My heart raced as I tried to process his question. "You smelled me?" I asked, feeling a mix of curiosity and embarrassment.

"Yes," he admitted, "it's an involuntary instinct for us werewolves to smell each other, to know if one of our peers has recently mated." A sense of relief washed over me as his words sunk in. He wasn't asking because he was interested in me; it was just a natural part of his nature.

“No, I am not a virgin but I don't have a boyfriend,” my cheeks burned from the admission.

Xavier mentioned needing my intimate scent on him and vice versa. My cheeks flushed at the thought of being intimate with Xavier, even if it was just to exchange scents. And then he suggested something even more daring - taking our clothes off and pleasuring ourselves while looking at each other, “This way there will be minimal touching between us.”

I swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond. It had been eighteen months since my last sexual encounter with my long-term ex-boyfriend. Did I want more experience? Yes. But did I want it with Xavier? The handsome werewolf who was standing in front of me, ready to fulfill his duties as an alpha protecting his pack.

"And what about you, Xavier?" I couldn't help but ask, "Do I have to...suck you?"

His eyes darkened at my words and I immediately regretted them. Who was I to talk dirty to him during the full moon? But then again, we were both at risk and this was a necessary task to protect his pack and mine.

"Xavier," I said firmly, trying to push away any thoughts of hesitation or fear, "we have to do this right if we want to protect your pack, especially Ashley." I took a deep breath before asking the question again that had been weighing on my mind, "Do I have to...suck you to get your intimate scent?"

He closed his eyes briefly, wincing at my question. I felt shame wash over me as I hung my head. Had I really just asked a werewolf if I needed to perform oral sex in order to prevent a bloody pack war?

But then Xavier's voice broke through my thoughts, answering my question with a simple "You can touch it…to get my scent." My cheeks burned with embarrassment and I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye. He continued, saying he would find another way if this was too much for me, “...but I might have to pleasure you to get your scent on me.”

But then his hand was on my face, tilting my chin up so I could meet his gaze. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine as he whispered, "I won't force you to do anything you're not comfortable with. I am ready to go to war with Celeste and her pack."

I let out a shaky breath as I nodded, feeling relieved and grateful, “ No, I prefer to die than to see any of you get hurt. Let's do it Xavier.”

“ Serena, we don't have much time. And if we want this plan to work, we need to make it believable. Talk to me like we are a couple, talk dirty to me if necessary," His intense gaze bore into me and suddenly all hesitation disappeared.

Without another word, we both stripped down to our underwear and stood facing each other. The full moon shone down on us through the window as our scents mixed together in the air. My heart raced as Xavier moved closer, his heat radiating towards me.

And then I was kissing him - hard and fierce - as his hands roamed over my body. My legs felt weak and I clung onto him for support. His arousal pressed against me through his boxers and I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire course through me.

"Serena," he growled against my neck as he nibbled and kissed his way down, leaving a trail of fire in its wake,"One word from you and it's over."

But I couldn't form any words. All I could do was moan his name, my fingers tangled in his hair as he continued to explore my body. He lays me gently on his bed. When he finally reached my underwear, he didn't hesitate to remove it and give me the pleasure I desperately craved.

With a determined look in his eyes, he gently spread my legs and slowly descended towards my throbbing center. A primal hunger burned in his gaze as he ravished me with his tongue, sending shivers of ecstasy through my body.

Xavier continued to pleasure me with his mouth, his tongue flicking and stroking my most sensitive areas. He seemed to know exactly what I needed, and his skilled ministrations had me moaning and writhing beneath him.

"Oh god, Xavier," I cried out, my fingers digging into his hair as he intensified his movements. "Don't stop."

"I won't," he growled, the vibrations of his voice sending even more pleasure through me. "I want you to come for me, Serena. Let go and let me take care of you."

His words were like fuel to the fire that was building inside of me. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to release, my body trembling with anticipation.

"Fuck," Xavier muttered before devouring me with even more fervor. The sound of his curse only turned me on more, knowing that I was driving him wild.

And then it happened. My climax crashed over me like a tidal wave, my back arching off the bed as I cried out his name in ecstasy. Xavier continued to pleasure me through the waves of pleasure, riding them out until I finally collapsed back onto the bed.

Breathing heavily, I looked up at Xavier who was smirking down at me with satisfaction.

"That was amazing," I said, my voice still breathless.

Xavier chuckled before leaning in to kiss me again. "You were amazing," he murmured against my lips, his hand trailing down my body.

Illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, Xavier's eyes locked onto mine, a silent promise lingering in their depths. "I never knew it could be like this with you," he whispered, his voice a velvety caress that sent shivers down my spine.

With a quick intake of breath, I pressed my lips to his, my heart racing with excitement. My hands trembled as I traced the outline of his body with my fingertips. The anticipation built within me as I whispered, trying to play my part convincingly , "Your turn." A surge of boldness coursed through me as I continued, "I want you to come for me."

“Please… Serena.”

"I want to taste you too," I whispered against his lips as I ran my hands down his chest towards his straining erection.

Xavier groaned in response and quickly flipped us over so that he was lying on his back with me straddling him. Without breaking eye contact, I took his big, thick cock in my hand once again and began stroking him slowly, watching as his eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.

Xaviers' moans only fueled my desire as I continued to stroke him, matching the rhythm of his own movements. His hands roamed over my body, caressing and teasing as he whispered dirty words in my ear.

"You like that baby?" he asked, his voice rough with arousal. "You like making me feel so good?" I could only moan in response, my focus solely on the pleasure I was giving him. Xavier's fingers laced through mine, guiding my hand faster and harder. His other hand parts my pussy lips and a finger settled back and forth inside me, “ Ride my finger, baby,” he urged. And I comply.

"That's it," he groaned, his hips thrusting into my hand with each stroke. "You're gonna make me come." The sound of his voice and the raw need in it pushed me over the edge once again. My own release washed over me as I watched Xavier come undone beneath me. He shouted my name as he came, his body shaking with pleasure.

I shivered at his touch and arched my back, wanting more of him. His fingers found their way between my thighs and easily parted my folds, already slick with desire once again. He rubbed his thumb over my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

"You're so wet for me," he whispered huskily.

"It's because of you," I moaned as I bucked against his hand.

Xavier's fingers expertly worked their magic, driving me closer and closer to another climax. His lips moved to my neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. The dual sensations had me gasping for air as I rode out the waves of pleasure.

"Come for me again, Serena," he growled into my ear.

And that's exactly what I did. My body shook with the force of my climax as Xavier continued to pleasure me through it all. When it finally subsided, he withdrew his hand and brought it up to his mouth to taste my essence.

"You taste even better than I imagined," he said with a smirk before taking another kiss from me.

I threw myself into the moment, surrendering to the passion that overwhelmed me. My fingers gripped his hair tighter, pulling him closer as our bodies pressed together in a fervent embrace.

Xavier's hands roamed over my body, igniting every nerve ending they touched. The heat between us was palpable, our chemistry undeniable.

His mouth moved from mine to trail kisses down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Every touch felt like it was setting my skin on fire, drawing me further into this dangerous game we were playing.

But in that moment, with his lips on mine and his body pressed against mine, nothing else mattered. The world outside disappeared and all that existed was Xavier and the intensity of our desire for one another.