The Lycan Kingpin's Captive: A Baby For The Beast

Beta's Runaway Bride: Epilogue - Dual POV

Xiomara

I told my father never to contact me after today, that I want nothing to do with his pack after this. He

humiliated me for no reason, all because he felt cheated out of something and needed to make an

example of me.

As much as it hurts, I am glad to be rid of him. Hopefully, I don’t see him again after today, but I wish

him well.

An hour ago I signed papers anchoring me to Maxim for life, now I’m in the shower getting ready to

consummate our marriage. The thought sends a shiver down my spine and I giggle inwardly at how

silly I am acting.

It still feels unreal since everything regarding the legal aspects of marriage is so clinical, but the

gorgeous sapphire and gold band on my finger makes it all so real. I married Maxim; married the man

who I thought would be my doom.

I dry off and slip on the short silk nightgown before walking out of the bathroom. He’s already laying

waiting for me in the middle of his bed wearing nothing but a pair of silk boxers, with one arm behind

his head and the other on his taut abs.

He’s still healing, but most of the damage is gone. His perfect skin will be marred with silver scars

though, but I am sure it will make him look even sexier. I walk over to him and straddle him, causing

him to suck in a breath through clenched teeth.

“Xiomara Costas. Hmm, that just rolls off my tongue, just like everything about you,” he says, grabbing

my hips and I can feel his cock growing hard underneath me. I’m not wearing anything, so I can feel

EVERYTHING.

He reaches up to open my nightgown and it slips off my shoulders, then he runs his hands between the

valley of my breasts and I let out a low moan. Cupping both my breasts in his hands, he teases my

nipples with the pads of his thumbs and I inhale sharply.

“My wife is so fucking perfect,” he growls, the rumble of appreciation in his chest makes me bite my

bottom lip, and I lean down to claim his mouth with a kiss.

With one hand cupped behind my head to deepen the kiss, the other plays down the line of my body

eliciting goosebumps. I love it when he touches me, love it when he treats me like I am HIS.

In one swift motion, he turns us around so I’m not underneath him. Gods, I always wanted to know how

it would feel to be pinned under his weight and it’s as glorious as I’d hoped it would be.

Using his knee to nudge my legs open and spread me wide, he settles in between my legs and breaks

off the kiss, only to trail them lower. I gasp as he flicks his tongue over one nipple as his fingers roll

over the other; teasing them.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he says in a low voice. “I want to take my time when savoring you.”

I open my eyes to see the desire play across his face and know it was meant only for me.

With his hands caressing my skin, he sucks deep kisses down my belly; biting and nibbling. When he

gets close to my mound, he puts his hands on the inside of my thighs and uses his fingers to spread

my folds.

“Delicious,” he growls before lowering his head to my dripping pussy and licking the crease of my inner

thigh, causing me to cry out. “Fucking delicious.”

“Maxim!” I gasp when the first touch of his tongue meets my pussy in a long, luxurious stroke that has

me bucking into his mouth for more.

But it’s almost as if he’s ravenous for my taste because his tongue dives inside of me over and over

before flicking and swirling around the needly bud of my clit. My hands rake through his hair, holding

him to me as I feel the build-up of my orgasm.

He parts my folds and plunges his expert fingers inside me, curling them upwards to caress that perfect

spot and that was my end. I climax with a loud cry, shaking and calling out his name as he continues to

lap at my oversensitive clit.

Rubbing his rough hand across my belly, he bites the inside of my thigh and looks up at me. The wild,

predatory look in his eyes and the scent of him makes me want him even more.

“I could do that all fucking day,” he says in a hoarse voice, making his way up toward me. I can feel the

head of his cock pressing against my sex and I gasp at how he throbs against my wet, needy pussy His

light beard is still damp with my desire, so I lift my head close to his for a kiss.

Tasting myself on him is something I never thought I would find erotic, but knowing this man is mine…

Gods, it feels amazing. His breath comes hard and slow as if he’s trying to hold back, so I wrap my legs

around his waist and break off the kiss.

“Make me yours; I want everyone to know I belong to you,” I say against his lips, and with a fierce growl

he drives inside of me in one fierce thrust, rendering me breathless.

I cry out and dig my fingers into his back, my teeth nipping at his shoulder when he starts to move

against me, gently at first but then his strokes grow faster. His groans spur me on, and I buck my hips

to meet his frenzied thrusts.

In one swift motion, he puts one of my legs over his shoulders and fucks me harder. The sound of

slapping skin, my breathless moans, and Maxim’s groans of desire cause a build-up inside of me and I

feel my pussy throbbing.

“I want to feel you tremble all over my cock, baby,” he growls, his voice taut with lust. “Come for me so I

can make you mine, that’s it… almost there… Fuck! You feel so good on my cock.”

I never thought dirty words would turn me on, but Maxim’s voice has a link right to my pussy. He drops

my leg, spreads my thighs wide, and continues to slam into me hard, coaxing me towards that glorious

climax I know will have me seeing stars.

The second my orgasm hits and my body seems to splinter into a thousand shards of ecstasy. I feel his

teeth sink into the nape of my neck and I scream so loud that I hear the windows shaking. I never had

someone explain to me how a claiming bite feels and I honestly thought it was just a bite.

No one told me how it would feel like you found part of your soul you didn’t know was missing.

Tears spring into my eyes and Maxim kisses them away. “I’m close, baby; I need you to make me

yours, too,” he says, his voice thick with emotion.

I nod and he continues thrusting into me hard and fast, gripping my thighs with his claws as I meet his

needy thrusts with my own. I feel him twitching inside of me and he leans lower, telling me that it’s

almost time.

As soon as he groans, I reciprocate his bite and feel him trembling in my grasp; holding onto me as if I

was his lifeline. He growls at the sensation of my bite and the pleasure that seems to rip right through

him.

My bite must feel the same way to him; home, permanency, love; because I can feel a warm tear

sliding down my cheek… His tears.

A knot of emotion burned in the center of my chest and made its way up into my throat, finally spilling

over my cheeks. Is this what happiness finally feels like?

We lay like that for a few minutes, neither of us saying a word. But what do you say when you’ve found

someone who feels like home? Even if Maxim isn’t my Goddess-given mate, this still feels as strong as

any Mate Bond.

Whatever we felt for each other feels amplified now, and it is obvious now that we did not make a

mistake. I would have fallen in love with Maxim anyway, even if I weren’t as stubborn as I am. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

I guess you could say I found my freedom in his captivity.

***

Maxim

I watch Xiomara sleep after our first night together, my body still burning at the memory of her touch.

Everything was perfect tonight, as perfect as it could ever be.

Nothing about it was forced; whatever she wanted, I gave without hesitation and she returned the favor.

It may not have been the wildest night ever, but the intimacy felt so much more than rough sex ever

could.

Something in my chest twists and roars just watching her sleep, and an intense need to protect her and

make her happy takes over my senses.

I now get why Niko is so obsessed with Mia; the feeling of being claimed by the person you’ve always

wanted has a different taste to it. Xiomara might have been a wife given to me who I begrudgingly

accepted, but we’ve both grown to be so much more than that to each other.

It’s not the first time I’ve rejected something Niko has done for me. He saw something he knew would

draw me to Xiomara, and for that, I will always feel indebted to him. I’ll get a big fucking ‘I told you so’

from him later today, but it’s worth it.

My hand goes to my neck, still tingling from where she’s marked me. The marriage papers may have

legally made her mine, but this mark means a thousand times more than those papers ever could.

I breathe out a sigh and draw my hand to her soft hair, stroking it and feeling the corners of my eyes

welling up with tears. I never thought I’d have this with someone; no, I never wanted this with anyone.

My parents weren’t exactly the best role models when it came to a happy home; my father was abusive

and craved power and when he couldn’t get it, he took it out on us - my mother and me.

As much as I loved my mother, she was a coward who died on her knees for nothing. I knew I was

meant for something better than that, hence my coming to Niko’s father for training.

One day I’ll tell her the truth about me… about how one of the Gammas is actually my little brother.

How I needed to make him forget about me through witchcraft to keep him safe from my father’s plans

and how I am still watching over him to this day.

One day I’ll let that secret out, but for now, I’m content with just this. Besides, you share secrets later

on in the marriage, don’t you?

I pull her into my arms and breathe out a content sigh while feeling truly happy for the first time in a

long time. There’s a strange stabbing in the center of my chest and I swallow around it, finding comfort

in keeping Xiomara close to me.

Who would have thought not wanting something would lead to me yearning for it?

The scent of sweet jasmine and lavender lulls me to sleep, and I allow it to drag me under its haze.