The Warrior

by RT Lucas

  (I, Teodora Valdez now take you Hugh Callum MacAndrew to be my husband. In the presence of God and before these witnesses I promise to be a loving, faithful and loyal wife to you, for as long as we both shall live.)

  Xavier stood forward – unlike Alicia he had remembered to bring the wedding ring with him. He placing the ring Teodora had chosen for Shuggie into her hand, and then took his place beside Alicia as they watched from the side–lines, his arm draped over her shoulders, as he shoved M&Ms into his mouth whilst no one was looking.

  When Teodora placed the ring on Shuggie’s finger, their eyes met – both transfixed on one another and she mouthed the word ‘Husband’ to him.

  The reverend cleared his throat and spoke to Shuggie again. “Groom, give your Bride a coin – to represent you will always provide for her.”

  After he did so, the reverend took both of their right hands, placing them together and binding them with a tartan plaid. There was strands of hair from both Shuggie and Teodora sewn into the hem. “This symbolises that you two are now one in the same – an unbreakable bond to last for your eternities.” He then presented Teodora with a small iron horseshoe, adorned with thistles. “This is to give you luck, health and happiness.”

  Teodora had insisted that she wanted their Union to be absolute – so Shuggie had arranged for a bloodbond to be performed as part of their ceremony. The reverend held out a chalice, and with a blade he pierced Shuggie’s wrist – catching his blood in it, then repeated the action with Teodora. Swirling the liquid in the ornate goblet, he held it out to Shuggie. “Drink, so that your union is bonded by word, deed and blood.”

  Shuggie took the chalice in one hand, his other holding his new Wife’s as he drank deeply. Holding the chalice to Teodora’s lips, “Drink, Bride,” and tilted it to watch her drink down their combined life’s blood. Suddenly, they both could hear each other’s thoughts and read their memories – there were no barriers to the other, no secrets – every thought, action and fantasy were laid bare to the other. Shuggie brushed his thumb over Teodora’s wrist. “Nothin’ between us, no-one tae break us, lass.”

  The reverend took the chalice back then held his hands over Shuggie and Teodora as they bowed their heads, still kneeling. “Mìle fàilte dhuit le d'bhréid, Fad do ré gun robh thu slàn. Móran làithean dhuit is sìth, Le d'mhaitheas is le d'nì bhi fàs.”

  (A thousand welcomes to you with your marriage, May you be healthy all your days. May you be blessed with an eternity of peace, May you days be full of riches.)

  Meal a naidheachd Mr. and Mrs. MacAndrew!

  Shuggie stood, and helped Teodora to her feet, before leaning her back over his bended knee, his arm supporting her spine as he kissed her slowly, his tongue forcing her lips to part as he licked and sucked her bottom lip, then grinning against her lips. “Ah love ye, Mrs. MacAndrew – Wife.”

  Letting her stand again, Shuggie let go of Teodora’s hand and stood to the side, announcing in a loud voice, “Ladies and Gentlemen…” then adding, “...and Xavier,” grinning. “Ah’d like tae introduce Mah bonnie geeky lassie – Mrs. Doctor Teodora MacAndrew,” and he started to clap as the guests cheered and applauded her as the drummers and pipers began to play once more – the noise of music, laughter and love being carried for miles over the sea and land.

  Xavier whistled loudly and scooped Alicia up in his arms, kissing her hungrily as she wrapped her arms around his neck and swung her legs to and fro – the pink Docs clashing magnificently with the red of her silk dress.

  CHAPTER FORTY FIVE

  “Fuck me sideways, I thought Shug was going to faint during that service!” Xavier laughed hard as he led Alicia back to his quarters inside the Compound. “But damn I need out of this monkey suit!” He loosened his tie as he kicked the door shut behind them.

  Alicia flopped on the bed, her pink boots showing from under the dress she was made to wear. “It was epically beautiful, they looked so in love.”

  Xavier prised off his shoes, proudly showing off the hole in his socks to Alicia, wiggling his toes. “Didn’t think you’d go for all that schmooze, Sweetcheeks.” He was fishing. They had been together for months now, and hadn’t done more than kiss and fool around. He wasn’t sure just what Alicia wanted from him – from them – but he knew what he wanted. He was fucking absolute about what he wanted. Still, he didn’t want to rock the boat by pushing her into something she didn’t want.

  Alicia was now lying on her belly, her feet swaying behind her. “You did not go out with those fucking socks on did you? I’m not into mushy shit like that, I’m just saying it suited the kinkeh two and Hugh looked dashing in his skirt, knobbly knees and all.”

  Jutting his chin up, he shrugged a shoulder, trying not to let his disappointment show. Not that he wanted to marry her! Not really – but he didn’t get the indication he was looking for that she wanted anything more than what they had now. “He tried to get me to wear a fucking kilt,” he forced a laugh as he poured himself a drink. “No fucking way was I wearing it – can you imagine?” Shaking his head he poured another...and another. He needed to stop causing an atmosphere, but he didn’t know how. He’d got his head into this place and had to give himself a slap to snap out of it. Just being with her was enough. It was more than enough. His wolf howled disapproval.

  “When we get married you will be in your soldier uniform and that cap, not a skirt – you’re Greek not Scottish, duh!” Alicia grinned up at Xavier as he finally turned around with his seventh scotch in ten minutes. “What's up with you? You’re drinking like a shark.”

  “Fish – drinking like a fish, Nemo,” he smiled over at her, holding the eighth in his hand. “Been a long day, yeah?” Her flippant comments had startled him, until he realised she was messing with him and couldn’t read his thoughts. He had taken to finding ‘hidden messages’ in everything Alicia said these days, but he knew it was his own frustration and want that was driving it. “You outshone the bride today, Sweetcheeks,” and whistled approval, “fucking damn hot,” grinning as he put the scotch to his lips.

  Alicia rolled off the bed standing up straight as she wriggled out the dress leaving her standing in her underwear boots and various weapons strategically placed on her. “Xavier! The bride is to the most beautiful on her day! When we get married? We antelope, I don’t want a fuss.” Alicia walked over to Xavier, taking the glass from his hands and finishing off the rest of the amber liquid.

  Xavier gawked open mouthed when he saw Alicia standing there. He had seen her naked countless times, and it always stirred him to life. She was the epitome of beauty – but standing there in her lace and female trimmings tooled up with her gun belt and daggers, he was transfixed. When she was standing right in front of him, he felt his cock harden, Xav Jnr standing to attention. He practically sped across the room, trying not to look at her. He just didn’t trust himself not to make a move on her, and ruin everything they had by his unwanted advances. “I should…” he nodded to the door, “check in with the soldiers, yeah?” Yeah...and get the fuck out of here before he begs her to let him do all the filthy things he had been imagining since they first met.

  Seeing the change in Xavier, Alicia sprang the locks with her mind so he couldn’t bolt even further away from her. “Excuse me, Commander Prick, care to share what the issue is here?” Just as she was about to move, Alicia started to sway on her feet unsteadily.

  Gripping her arms, Xavier’s brow creased in concern. “What is it? Are you fucking ill?” He had never seen her like this before and his wolf was starting to rise as his adrenaline flooded.

  “Fucking starving, those blood bags are vile…it’ll pass.” Alicia was taking deep breaths to allow the sensation to subside.

  “You think the blood bags are vile – you should have tried the haggis truffles Shuggie was wolfing down. They were fucking rank.” Xavier smiled as he suppressed his wolf, leading Alicia over to sit down on the bed. “Look, I don’t know if it’ll work, but do you want to try some of my b
lood? It won’t hurt you will it?” His eyes were concerned but he was trying to keep his voice level.

  Alicia smirked to herself as she moved to straddle over Xavier’s thick thighs. “It’s you that’s going to feed Xavier,” the ‘r’ of his name rolling off her tongue. “It’s been four months and I think it’s time your vampire side was fed.”

  Shaking his head firmly. “I won’t feed until you do, Sweetcheeks – you’re starving, yeah.” His protective side was in full throttle, and the thought of satiated his blood thirst before his female did was out of the fucking question.

  “I tricked you! I had to lure you to me somehow! You act as if I have turkey’s spots lately.” Alicia licked her tongue over her left fang as she stared into Xavier’s greens glinting eyes.

  It took Xavier a few minutes to decipher what Alicia was saying – ‘turkey spots’ equalled ‘chicken pox’ – and she had...tricked him? Who the fuck cared, she was straddled on him half naked, and damn if those little fangs of hers didn’t spring Xav Jnr back into action. “Alicia,” he said cautiously, “I can’t tell you I’d control myself if I fed from you…like this…here,” groaning, “Alicia, I know you want to take things slow, but if we do this I could ruin it all – understand?” He was pleading with her – he only had so much self-control and right now, it was ebbing away – fast.

  Alicia tilted her head back, her finger trailing over bulging vein on neck. “I said I wasn’t into one night stands! I fucking love you for fucksakes so strike my Goddamn vein and feed!”

  Xavier’s voice was guttural. “Just so we are fucking clear Sweetcheeks – I want to fuck you, yeah – and I don’t know how much control I’ll have when I start to feed.”

  When Alicia gave him a slap to the side of his head and grinned, he got the green light to go. “Well, you might’ve fucking said that three months and twenty-nine days ago,” grinning before he felt his long razor sharp fangs descend.

  Sliding his hand slowly up Alicia’s spine, Xavier unclasped her bra. Dipping his head he dragged a fang over her nipple letting his lip trail after it. With his other hand, he brushed Alicia’s hair to the side, his thumb under her chin, and fingers curled around the back of her head, holding her in place. As he slowly kissed up to her jawline, he could feel her move on his thighs. “Alicia…” with a long lick up the column of her throat, he leaned his head back before striking, his fangs piercing her carotid artery with precision. His lips started tugging as he started to swallow her blood down, the taste of her on his tongue making him growl as he fed greedily.

  Unable to feel any form of physical pain, the gasp that left Alicia’s lips as Xavier’s fangs pierced her skin was from pleasure, his lips against her skin bringing her skin to life, the tugs her was taking of her blood stirring her insides as she pushing her hips down hard onto his where she was meant with his hard cock, straining to break free from his dress pants. Moaning as he took all he could get and more.

  Her pulse was matching his, the metallic liquid sliding down his throat – and he wanted more. In one swift move, he had rolled them both over, laying Alicia on the bed. He shoved his pants and boxers down kicking them out of the way before he lifted his head, kissing the two puncture wounds closed. “Mine,” his voice echoed with hints of the animal within. His strong hands smoothed down her sides as he leaned over her, kissing down her body with torturous attention. Every whimper and frustrated shift from Alicia’s body making Xavier’s need increase. Parting her legs with his hips, Xavier kneeled on the floor, as though he were paying tribute to an altar. “Sweetcheeks,” his eyes were fixed on the thin strip of lace between her legs, and as he licked his lips, his hands lifted her thighs to rest on his broad shoulders.

  “Xavier…Fuck, don’t stop!” To empathise her point that she needed more…all of him, her hips pushed up off the bed, the soles of her boots slipping over the skin on his back, she had waited four months for this moment the anticipation driving her insane.

  Xavier grinned, watching Alicia’s body move with grace and ease – her sweet scent filling his senses. “I want you, Alicia…” He pushed Alicia’s thighs higher, then bending his head, used his fang to rip the lace that covered her core. Biting into her thigh he left his mark, before retracting his fangs. “Need you…” He could have been talking to himself – the sight of her in front of him was driving him out of his goddamn mind. Xavier swept his tongue over Alicia’s already damp folds twice, in an ‘X’ formation. “Fucksakes, Sweetcheeks…” Sentences weren’t forming in his head – he was losing the power of speech as he tasted the mix of her essence and blood on his tongue. Again, he licked over her core, this time forming an ‘A’ then a ‘V’…he was laying claim to her in the most intimate of ways, and he was going to look after his female right. By the time he had traced ‘R’ with his tongue, his cock was almost painfully aching to be inside of her. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he knelt up and rubbed the head teasingly over her swollen pink folds.

  Alicia was panting hard, trying to keep the orgasm at bay that was threatening to catapult through her body, she wanted him inside her, needed him. “I need you Xavier, In...Me...Now”

  Rising up, Xavier grabbed Alicia’s ankles, the leather boots against his skin and the sight of her naked and ready for him made him growl under his breath. He undid her gun belt. “The only thing I want shooting you is me, yeah,” grinning as he held her legs straight, rolling his hips to rub his thick heavy cock against her soaking pussy. “So fucking beautiful…” Xavier pulled back, then thrust his hips forward, driving his cock into Alicia’s tight, wet pussy. He felt her body open to him, and the pulls inside urging him deeper. The muscles on his back bunched together as he receded, almost pulling out of her body fully before slamming his hips forward, this time sinking deeper into the soft, hot velvet. “Fuck! So tight...” He was gritting his teeth, as he started to build up a hard and fast rhythm, his hips working like a piston. He was fucking her over and over – and each time he pulled back, he left bruising kisses on the inside of her legs, the sweat trickling down his back.

  As Alicia screamed, her orgasm overtaking her Xavier pushed harder, her pussy milking his thick hard cock as he buried himself deep inside. His cock was throbbing as a surge of seed pumped inside of her spasming pussy. Throwing his head back and arching his spine he gave a thunderous roar, “Alicia!!! Before looking down at his Sweetcheeks, flushed and panting beneath him on the bed.

  Alicia woke before Xavier as she always did, she didn’t in fact actually sleep only powered nap but Xavier slept like the dead, needed his eight hours uninterrupted sleep or he was grouchier for the rest of the day. Up until last night, for the past for months they had shared the same bed, kissed and got into some heavy foreplay but never having went as far as sealing their relationship.

  As she always did, Alicia slipped from his grip around her, padded to the bathroom, after doing her morning routine she normally sat on the chair to the corner of Xavier’s room, watching him sleep and doing business on her lap top but as she exited the bathroom this morning, seeing Xavier naked on the bed she had other ideas.

  He made sure last night was all about her, how he paid attention to her body, took his time exploring every inch of her body Xavier Raige was not a selfish lover. With a glint in her eye as she looked over Xavier again, his arms were behind his head, his loud snoring indication he was sound to the world, Alicia made her way to the bottom of the bed where she crawled up on her hands and knees until she started a journey upwards with her mouth. Her lips started from inner ankle kissing slowly upwards until upwards until she reached his cock, pulling her head up a little she wriggled her body back down the mattress and repeated on his right side but this time scraping her fang against his skin as she done so.

  Heeeeello…Xavier opened one eye slowly, looking down to see the top of Alicia’s head nestled between his legs. He quickly shut his eyes tight, hoping that she wouldn't notice that he’d awoken. He knew she liked meat, but sausage for breakfast? He could fuck
ing get with that program! Fuck her mouth was hot and wet, and he had to suppress a groan as her fang teased over his cock, teasing him. His sweetcheeks was full of surprises – this one was his favourite – by far!

  She then lay in between his legs, gently taking his ball sack into her hot, wet mouth where she gave two gentle sucks, her tongue flicking over the flesh as she felt the tightening of his thick thighs, Xavier’s breathing was getting harder and she knew he was awake but she never faltered, keeping her eyes lowered so she didn’t meet the intense green of his eyes.

  Xavier’s cock was throbbing as Alicia’s wicked little tongue worked him over, the muscles in his thighs tightened and shook as he gripped the bed sheets. He would not disturb her – he did not want this to end. Gulping back a groan, he knew his breathing was getting ragged, but both him and his wolf agreed – Sweetcheeks was a fucking sexy morning wake up call.

  Alicia released Xavier’s balls from her mouth and kissed up his very hard cock, her tongue trailing over it just enough for him to feel it. Slowly, she took the tip into her mouth and teasingly started to suck, her left hand stroking the base of his cock as her mouth started to increase its assault, the taste of his leaking pre-cum bringing her taste buds alive.

  He knew he was close and he couldn’t hold back much longer – he was all but howling as he felt her swallow his jerking cock down her sinful mouth. “Ahh fuck...Alicia,” his hands had shredded the bed sheet as he forced himself still, the urge to cum building intensely. Her head was bobbing up and down and the feel of her tongue, wet and eager whilst her teeth grazed over his iron hard cock had him almost at the edge of madness. Grunting her name, his hips lifted up off the mattress to meet her.

  Her devious tongue was lying flat against the main vein. Alicia gagged as she relaxed her jaw so she could swallow more of his glorious dick deep back her throat. Breathing through the gagging, her head moving up and down as she found her steady rhythm, her hand moved to massage his balls where they start to tighten. Xavier’s cock started to jerk in her mouth as she felt the hot, salty liquid hitting the back of her throat. His grunts and groans of “Fuck, Aliiiiciiiia” echoing around his room.