Disclaimer: All Twilight and respective characters belong to Stephanie Meyers.
Chapter 3: You.
EPOV
I was in a place of calm. The momentary lapse of reason had taken almost two hours to finally abate. Still, it was a success. I was myself again.
Exhausted from mentally wrestling with myself, I decided to forgo the remainder of the party and take refuge here, in Laurent's room. I nestled onto my side, drawing one of the many pillows beneath the crook of my arm to cradle my head with.
Sweet, blissful relaxation.
In a state of near sleep, the faint jostling sound of the metal door knob made me slit my eyes. Was the owner of the room back to claim it? Had I fallen into the void of darkness and lost track of time?
The portal parted with a slow creak and I propped my head up, trying to shake off the exhaustion that whispered sweet nothings into my soul. My cheek braced my flattened palm.
Tangerine. Honey.
The light flicked on but my eyes stayed straight to my target, all threat of tiredness ebbed from my body with a single push of my heart. I burned like wild-fire and locked myself to chocolate-eyes.
"You." The words left my lips like an accusation.
I was already sitting up, that clawing sensation beneath the surface of my skin, ripping me in two. My proper-fucking-pedigree left me. Instinct took over.
Her bewildered squint slowly widened, watching me and petal soft lips parted to pass uneven breath. Shocks of long, dark hair trembled down her shoulders. She was wearing a deep blue, body-hugging, long sleeved shirt.
Fuck. I could see the outline of her hard nipples and the hot swell of her perfect breasts. I wanted to bite, lick, suck, fuck those perky tits and cover them with my scent.
The girl bit into her glossy lower lip with the white of her teeth. I moved in toward her with stalking slow steps. Her gorgeous flush turned pale skin a shade of perfect pink. There was no going back now. Gentleman Edward faded to black and in the wake of shadow, something shifted.
A snarl passed my mouth. It felt so fucking right.
Her back arched along the cold wall in reply. This bitch was baiting me.
"Me?" Her voice was a low, sultry whisper. Her hands pressed like claws against the paint.
"Don't play coy with me." I wanted her to run away. To end this torment and give me back control of myself.
The vixen-she-devil laughed mockingly and pushed off of the wall. I closed my hand against the paint just a second too late to trap her. Beautiful little fissures bruised the ice blue wall where my knuckles connected. Stealthy-cat was living up to her moniker.
I stood stone still, watching her. The scent of wet-wildflowers hit me and I shook my neck from side to side, satisfied with the crack of bone reverberating through my ears. Her dark eyes held mine and she reached for the door, tormented innocence flashing across her features in a moment of weakness.
My body propelled forward, my hand shutting the only exit. She turned, her spine and palms flat against the wooden barricade. I captured her against my body. There would be no escape the second time around.
I sniffed the air around her, audibly, no longer giving a shit about propriety. My body trapped her and the scent grew stronger. The intensity hit me like a brick wall and my hand kept itself pressed to the door, daring her to try and break my brute force.
Wet-wildflowers, strong and deep made my breath hiss. The girl shifted against the door, those long legs parting.
My dick twitched and I knew the answer to every fucking question ever asked. I let the power of scent drag me down and bury me. Heavy sniffling breaths forced me to hunch, forced me to my knees. Her tits, her torso, her belly-button. The more south I slid the sharper the aroma. I tracked her scent directly to the fucking source.
I gripped her hips, dragging her toward me.
There, at the core of her body, wet-wildflowers became lust. Fuck. She was ripe for a mating.
My nose slid along her pelvic bone before dragging across denim. Right fucking there. I felt her gasp when my nose pressed against the seam of her jeans, forcing hard material against her clit.
Her hiss made my dick leak. My tongue licked up and down her stitched seam. I drank her scent in and forced her thighs apart with my strong hands.
"Tell me you want my cock," I hissed, looking up-over her flat belly and into her half lidded eyes. I grazed teeth over denim and her back flexed into the door.
Her whimper caught me off guard, my hard enamel catching on coarse material. God, I wanted to tongue her and feel her press her pussy against my face. Her scent was like liquid nitrogen.
"Answer me!" I growled on my knees, my tongue flat against the seam that ran so damn deep between her spread thighs. I wanted to drink her until her pussy ran dry.
"Yes…" the she-devil bit back a throaty moan. Her hands slid into my hair, tugging wayward bronze and making me bite into her denim covered cunt. "Please…"
She. Fucking. Begged.
All reason left me. I rose up against her, forcing my palms flat to the door. I trapped her and pressed my aching dick into the hollow of her thigh. My hips bucked, rubbing against her like an animal marking territory, growling at the painful friction of my too-tight jeans.
"Please, what?" My hot breath moistened her flesh, splaying across her neck. My prey pressed her hips against me, arching one leg over my knee. My teeth found her upright-tilted jaw, capturing the flesh and bone.
"Fuck me." Her hand slid down between our pressed bodies, palming my dick through my jeans. I released my teeth from her jaw and growled.
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BPOV
I couldn't breathe.
My back arched against the door, hips puckered out and caught in sexy-boy's incredibly strong grip. There he was, on his knees, after sniffing his way down my body to the very source of all of my desire. He was a starving jungle-cat, lapping at my denim covered need, desperate to make me his meal.
I had never been more turned on in my life.
My hands fisted in soft bronze. His teeth pinched at my swollen clit through the seam, making me ride out every gasp. I was dizzy with desire, suffocating on sun, sand and the scent of his leather musk.
I begged him for more.
I had never begged for anything in my life.
In a sultry-second, sexy-boy was off his knees and pinning me against the door, rewarding my omission with the force of his body. He rubbed his straining cock against the hollow of my thigh and I made desperate, unfamiliar sounds.
He growled.
I hissed.
My panties were soaked.
His teeth found my jaw and I bucked against his rubbing cock, wrapping my leg around his knee. I wanted him to collapse into me. And he did, the moment my hand slid between our tightly pressed bodies and palmed that massive weapon buried in unsuspecting denim.
God damn, he was thick.
My fingers trailed out to follow the curve of him and he groaned, rubbing himself into my hand. Across his thigh I felt the fleshy tip move under his jeans, twitching for me, dripping for me.
Christ, I wasn't the only one wetting myself with need. Sexy-boy soaked through the coarse material, the stickiness of his pre-cum was all over my fingers. I moaned so hard, I scared myself.
His forehead pressed against mine and I was drowning in a sea of darkening emeralds. The world disappeared. There was only my hand and his cock and the hot grind of his hips that made me ache to feel him inside of me.
Hot, panting breath moistened my skin and my tongue tasted his parted lips. His head tilted and his teeth snapped. He captured my lower lip, tugging so gently, it made my mouth ache. I whimpered against him.
With a sharp pull, his hands yanked my hips off of the door, dragging me against his body. My hand left his cock and braced on his shoulder for support. Firm forearms pressed into my back, capturing me tight against him.
His eyes never left mine.
I rubbed my hips into his and he released my lower lip, a steady guttural growl vibrated through his chest. I whimpered when he stepped back, hollow with the loss of contact.
A shivering breath left sexy-boy's perfect lips and I wanted to crash myself into his warm body again. His fingers brushed the swell of my breast, teasing my hard nipple. I reached for him and he grabbed my wrist.
It didn't take a second and he was tugging my too-tight top off, discarding the material on the floor. His own black tee followed and he stepped back, devouring the sight of me shaking in my light blue lacy bra.
My dark hair cascaded all around me like a tidal wave. I was panting for breath.
"Take off your jeans." His voice was a sultry, low hiss.
I blushed and reached down, popping open the catch and lowering the teeth of the zipper, exposing the matching blue satin and lace of my panties.
He started rubbing himself through his jeans. His lips parted, breath coming faster as I lowered the tight material toward the ground. I had never seen anything more intense in my life. Every divot of his lean stomach muscles clenched and I heard him sniffing the air for me.
I could smell myself mixing with him, all over the room. I had never been more ready, more eager in my life.
"Come here." He hissed through clenched teeth, rubbing himself into a frenzy. I was too captivated to stop now.
I closed the distance and reached for him, my fingers shaking. He pulled me in against him, one hand winding around the back of my neck, the other pressing my hips into his.
He inhaled me deep and snarled, tilting his head and rubbing his nose along my cheek, lips trailing till I quivered into his body.
"Fuck. I could track you across a god damn desert with just that smell."
I whimpered, my hands gripping his shoulders, his neck, his hair. "Please."
His mouth claimed mine and he pulled me closer. Velvet. Hot, twining velvet. His slick tongue passed my lips and I gasped into his mouth. Slick-wet sounds filled the room as he lapped at my mouth, lips, teeth.
I was going to break if I didn't feel him. Now. I couldn't take anymore.
My hands moved on their own, releasing his hair and skin and sliding down his chest to the line of his jeans. He tightened his body, driving his tongue deeper into my mouth, making me arch as I parted denim like the red sea.
He broke from my mouth, licking his lips of my taste as a feral smile curled over his lips. His hand disappeared into his back pocket. Black foil passed before my eyes. "Hungry? I know I am."
He tore the package open with his teeth.
I gasped. Before I could drag his jeans down, his hand grabbed tightly at my hip, fisting the satiny-lace of my panties. I cried out when the material ripped and dragged over my skin.
It hurt.
I wanted more.
I was wet down to my thighs….
…his eyes went black.
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EPOV
Her scent was so strong I could taste her in the air. She was everywhere.
I ripped the condom open with my teeth, spitting out the foil that remained clenched there. My last ounce of self control had disappeared. My fingers ripped her panties off of her hips and she was fucking soaked for me.
For me.
"Take it out," I hissed. Her shaking hands gripped my jeans and boxers, tugging them down my thighs. My dick sprang free, leaking like a fucking faucet. What she did next…destroyed me.
She gripped me, thumbing over my tip. My hips bucked forward and she smiled deviously, bringing her pre-cum coated fingers to her mouth. I fucking snarled at her.
I gripped myself hard, sliding the condom down my shaft and pulling her against me. Her hands wound around my neck and I took her with me when I sat myself down hard on the edge of the bed.
I fucking speared her.
Deep. Hard. Fast.
She clenched all around me in a straddle, her thighs clinging to my hips. My teeth sank into her shoulder and my forearms locked behind her back. I tasted blood and I drank it down, growling against her skin. She was so fucking tight.
"Oh, God!" She cried out, her hands ripping into my hair.
Her hips rocked forward and I bounced against her walls, stretching her. I fought every instinct to move, to fuck and punish and destroy her body for turning me into this.
Instead, I bit down into her shorn shoulder harder, my tongue lapping copper and liking it.
She whimpered sharply and my teeth released, my fingers tangling into her hair. She ground her tight cunt into my lap. Oh, fuck…she was almost there.
Half slit chocolate eyes locked onto mine, breath rolling too fast and shallow over her lips. She leaned down and kissed me hard, tasting her blood and skin and sweat mingle in my mouth.
This was too fucking much.
I pulled away from her mouth and she was gasping, shaking. Fuck she was so ready to cum. Not yet.
"Breathe," I whispered darkly. "You're not gonna cum until I tell you to." God, she was so fucking beautiful.
She inhaled a shaky breath and whimpered, her hands smoothing through my hair. My tongue lapped at her lower lip.
"Tell me how my cock feels inside you," I groaned, suckling that plump skin between my own. My forearms were locked behind her back and I moved her body, rocking her slowly from side to side.
"Big," she whimpered, her chin tilting up and her lip dragging away from my grip. "Thick. Oh, god. So thick."
I groaned, desperate to move. Not yet, I fucking begged myself.
Separated from her mouth, my tongue lapped at her taut nipple, bound in satin and lace. She moaned, moving her hips just a little. I covered my mouth over the material, teeth grazing and tongue flicking until I heard her gasp.
She was so fucking responsive. Jesus. I was fighting the growl that built in my chest with everything I had left.
"Please…" her hips moved over me, her thighs clenching with the tension.
I fucking loved it when she begged for my cock.
I thrust up and she bounced on my dick, thighs crashing down onto my hips. Tight. Hot. Wet. More.
Long, dark hair fell all over my shoulders. And she started to ride me. Holy-fuck. This gorgeous she-demon dug her nails into my shoulders, threatening to usurp my control over her.
I growled, meeting her stroke for God damn stroke.
"More," she begged. Again.
I felt electricity burn through my skin and the shock of it made me grow harder inside her perfect slit. I set a hard pace and her hips screamed in fury to keep up. More, she cried. Fuck. I needed more too.
Her nails raked along my scalp, breaths vapid with frustration. It wasn't enough.
She felt it too. Buried to the fucking hilt and pounding into her tight slit, I couldn't get deep enough.
I turned her and she clung to me, panting and aching just as hard as I was. I drove her back against the bed, my cock throbbing with the loss of her narrow walls.
I ran my hand through my hair and spread her thighs. She was mewling like a bitch in heat, her pink swollen pussy begging to be fucked.
I had to have her and it wouldn't be gentle. It was time to make her mine.
She leaned up as I knelt between her legs and what she did next made me fucking snarl.
Her little hand gripped the latex around my dick and rolled it off, tossing it onto the God damn floor. She lay back, opening herself with her fingers, a wicked purr of frustration ripping past her lips.
"Did I fucking tell you to touch what's mine?" I grabbed her hand at the wrist and drove her fingers into my mouth, sucking her wetness right into my soul.
"It's not yours, yet," she mocked me.
I ripped her fingers out of my lips, licking them clean of the taste and took myself in hand.
"You really shouldn't have said that," I growled sinfully.
In a single God damn thrust I felt her hips crack and knees buckle under my shoulders. She screamed, taking me hard and bare and deep as I could go.
"Fuck!" I roared, my voice heavy with desire. Her pussy was wet and slick and tight all around me. I pumped her like an animal--feeling every ridge grip me.
"Oh. God." Her voice cracked through panting breaths. The bed creaked under the force of my hips. She writhed and arched and fought for every breath.
Her hands reached for me and I covered over her, driving her wrists into the bed. My fingers entwined with hers and she moved beneath me, greedy for every sensation.
"Why do you feel…so fucking good? So fucking right?" I howled in desperation. I had never known it could be like this. The more I fought for control of myself, the further it slipped away from me.
Her gorgeous neck arched and my mouth sought hers, tongue twining as I drank every cry that passed her lips. I never wanted this to end and I hissed when I felt her body shaking…
I shifted my weight, driving my pelvic bone against her throbbing clit. She rewarded me with a whimper of pure pleasure. Fuck, she was close.
I pulled my mouth away from hers, watching her tongue lap into the air, searching for me. "Say it."
She gasped for breath, her eyes wild with need.
"Fucking say it and I will make you cum so hard…" I narrowed my assault, my dick bare and moving shallow inside of her. I felt her wet heat all over me. Her clit was throbbing beneath my pelvic bone, craving another hard push. I was so close to filling her…
"Yours!" She whimpered and I locked her eyes with my own.
"Cum for me. Now…" I snarled and pistoned myself deep inside of her. Her body arched, writhing all around me. Her slick walls milked my cock and I was fucking moaning almost as loudly as she was. She tumbled over, her beautiful body clenching as tears of sweet release pooled down her eyes.
I filled her with hot streams, shuddering above her, holding myself still to splash her walls white.
I pressed my forehead against her shaking neck, inhaling draughts of her skin. Our hands were still entwined, our bodies joined. The last ebb of primal knowledge slithered through my thoughts.
She smelled like me.
Oh god. What have I done?
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.A/N: My Glorious Beta: Brits_23, she puts the Snarl in Snarlward. Please let me shamelessly plug her amazing fic: Show and Don't Tell. Panty-bunching glory!
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