Alright guys, I know it's been a while since I've posted. I'll be honest with you guys, it's getting really hard to write these chapters. As much as I love writing and I love seeing y'all's reactions to the chapters, writer's block is a bitch. I just finished this chapter and I'm still iffy on the ending.
So please, be brutally honest. If you guys aren't feeling it, let me know. I'm not real sure if I'm feeling it to be honest but I know that for now, this is as good as it's gonna get, which is why this chapter is getting posted.
Regardless of how I feel about it, I hope you guys enjoy :)
Charlie scurried under the hotel blanket. She clutched it to her body, still in shock. She was vaguely aware of her underwear, which was hanging off of her left ankle. Victor stayed in his position on the floor, looking beyond pleased with himself.
"What the fuck, Victor?!" She yelled at him. Victor smirked up at her. He licked his lips, searching for any remnants of her on his lips. He stood up, revealing he was still in just a towel. Charlie subconsciously rubbed her thighs together. Victor saw the movement.
"You're welcome, Kitten." Charlie opened her mouth to retort, but she couldn't form words. The sheer volume of satisfaction she felt paired with being met with the sight of Victor's body prevented her from speaking.
Victor rummaged through his bag before pulling out a pair of worn pajama pants. He shed the towel, quickly pulling them on. Charlie could do nothing but stare at the wall. She refused to look at Victor, or even in his direction. She even managed to right her underwear without breaking eye contact with the wall.
The left side of the bed dipped as Victor settled into it.
She felt herself being dragged across the bed until she was flush against Victor's bare chest. Charlie began to struggle to put some distance between them. However, Victor had other plans.
It wasn't until she felt his large hand on her hip that she froze. It was quickly followed by the sensation of his claws dragging across the sensitive skin.
"You know, Kitten, you seem quite eager to get away." His lips were at her ear, his breath fanning over her.
"Yet, judging by your delectable scent, I'd say you want to be much closer." She felt him press against her rear, showing her just how excited he was. Charlie bit her lip to prevent a moan escaping.
"Victor, you said we wouldn't mate until my heat." She pleaded.
"That's true, Kitten, I did." With these words, he flipped her over, placing himself on top. He pinned her wrists over her head, similar to the dream she had just woken up from. He leaned closer to her, their noses nearly touching.
"But this isn't mating, is it?" He smirked down at her, punctuating his words with a rough thrust against her still sensitive flesh. She moaned in response to his movement.
"Oh God." She sighed as she involuntarily bucked back against him. He dragged his lips along her mark.
"Mmm, that's much better." He chuckled. She felt him smirking against her neck, but she didn't care. All she could focus on was the feeling of him pressed against her. She flexed her hands beneath his, still holding them down.
"Victor, please." Her breath caught as he ground against her.
"Please, what, Kitten?" He growled against her neck.
"Let me touch you. Please." He released her hands and before he had steadied himself, she flipped him over, straddling his waist. She rested her hands on his abs, silently appreciating them. Victor looked surprised as he registered their new positions. Charlie slammed her lips into his, both loving the roughness of their kiss.
As they kissed, Victor thrust his covered hips against her again, making her breath catch in her throat. Victor took advantage of this opportunity to take control of their kiss. As he did this, Charlie ran her claws down his chest.
Victor flipped them over again, tearing his lips from hers. Both were breathing hard. Victor let his head hang, his eyes shut tightly. He shoved himself away from her, resuming his previous position on the bed beside her.
"Go to sleep, kitten." He growled. He sounded like he was struggling to hold himself back. Charlie remained on her back in shock. What just happened? She turned on her side, facing Victor. His eyes were shut, trying to ignore her. What Charlie did next, surprised both of them.
She leaned up and pressed her lips to his. It was gentle and chaste. Just as Victor responded, Charlie pulled away and flipped onto her side. She scooted back on the bed until she met Victor's body.
Victor's arm slid over her waist, effectively pinning her to his side. With that, Charlie felt the tension leave her body, and she drifted off to sleep.
Charlie woke up with Victor's arm still draped over her waist. She had never felt so relaxed in her life.
With a glance at the clock, she realized that they needed to get up soon to avoid a late check-out. She rolled over to face Victor. As it had been the last time she had slept next to him, his face was devoid of his signature scowl or smirk.
She leaned up to whisper in his ear.
"Victor." No response.
"Victor, we've got to get up." Nothing. Then Charlie got an idea.
She willed the nails on her right hand to grow a bit longer and slowly ran them down his chest. Just as she got to his navel, Victor's hand lashed out, halting her hand in its path. His eyes were still shut.
"Don't start something you can't finish, Kitten." He mumbled, his deep voice still rough with sleep. Charlie smiled.
"It's time to wake up."
Victor growled and rolled over on his back, leaving Charlie at his side.
"Let's just stay here. Your shoe box you call a car isn't nearly as comfortable as this." He grumbled. Charlie laughed at his childish behavior. She crawled on top of him, straddling his hips. As she did this, she froze, looking down at his chest. Victor opened his eyes to see her on top of him.
"What is it, Kitten? Distracted by my godlike looks?" He asked, smirking. Her eyes snapped to his and she rolled her eyes.
"No. I realized I haven't marked you yet. Wait, do we mark you, or is that just a male, dominance thing?" She asked. The thought had never crossed her mind before.
"No, females typically mark their mates." Victor left his answer short.
"Well does it have to be on the neck or is it wherever you want?"
"It's entirely preference. Before I marked you, I planned to leave it somewhere else. But with you running, I took my first opportunity."
She thought on this, her eyes skimming over his body, as if planning out just where she would mark him. Then, another thought crossed her mind.
"Wait, where were you going to mark me?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. Victor smiled deviously, remembering his previous plans. He brought his hand up to rest on her left thigh. His claws danced lightly over the inside of her bare leg, mere centimeters away from the edge of her underwear.
"I wanted to leave it right about here. Just so I'd be the only one to ever enjoy it."
Charlie's breath hitched in her throat. Her hand darted to his, holding it in place in order to prevent it from creeping higher.
"You know it's gonna happen soon right? Two days at most. It could even be sooner." Victor told her, gauging her reaction.
"I know. It's not that I don't want it to happen. I do, kinda, I guess. I'm nervous. It's just, I don't know, weird. I mean, I just always had this idea that I'd be, like, hopelessly in love with someone. And I know, that's sappy and pathetic and human but that's how I always imagined it." She kept her eyes down, refusing to meet his eyes. As she thought about her words she wondered if what she had with Victor would ever feel anything like love.
She smiled ruefully and looked up at him.
"It's stupid. Kid stuff." She looked over his body again and shrugged.
"I don't know where I'll leave mine yet. I guess I'll figure that out, um, in the moment." She awkwardly climbed off the bed. She rummaged through her bag until she found her toothbrush. She closed the bathroom door behind her. After brushing her teeth, she pulled her hair up into a messy bun. Then she realized her lack of pants.
Leaving the bathroom, she asked,
"Where'd you put my-" She ran right into Victor's chest. She tried to pull away but Victor held her in place. She looked up at him, obviously questioning his actions.
"Kitten, I told you before. It ain't gonna be rape. It's not gonna be hell. Whatever ideas you've got about it bein' bad, you might as well forget 'em now."
Charlie arched an eyebrow in question.
"I didn't say," Victor cut her off by spinning her around and pinning her on the unmade bed. He settled between her legs and leaned in. He stopped just above her, their noses almost touching.
"You act like you're getting nothing out of this. The second that your heat takes over, I'll have you screaming my name. Over. And. Over. By the end of the night, you won't know up from down. Hell, you won't remember your own name. So, you'll do me the favor of cutting out this timid little rabbit act. We clear?"
Charlie ground her teeth. There was the Victor that she knew.
"Crystal."
Alright, so if you couldn't tell, the big heat scene will be within the next two chapters. I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter. Review and let me know! :)