“W-why would I want to go anywhere?” Xavier produces a switchblade from his pocket and runs his tongue the length of the blade. Blood pours from his mouth, and Axl grabs him by the hair and tips his head back. Then he devours him, growling hungrily as he takes Xavier’s mouth in a dominant, bruising kiss. It’s so hot I almost combust. Half of me expects Xavier to plunge that knife into Axl’s neck given how the two of them bicker sometimes, but he only moans and fists his free hand in Axl’s hair. “They’re so fucking hot together,” Malachi murmurs. I pant my agreement. “Uh-huh.”
