Chapter 3 - Enjoy! ^_^
The Temptress
After dinner Dyson helps me clean up. As I wash the dishes, I suddenly feel his presence closer than usual. His hot breath fans across my hair and he hands me over the dish, all the meanwhile managing to close me in a circle. For a second I feel trapped. But then nothing happens. I don't feel at the verge of killing someone neither do I sense my darker side prevailing.
"Did I pass your test, detective?" I smirk as I throw a glance over my shoulder, noticing his smirk and the mischievous flame in his eyes.
"With flying colours." his smile and satisfaction can be heard in his deep voice.
"Glad to hear I don't disappoint." I purr back and accidently brush my tight against his while walking past him.
His low growl makes my insides curl and a rather playful side comes to light.
"I hope you enjoyed." I throw over my shoulder as I gather the tablecloth and fold it, giving him a nice view of my behind.
"I do." his purring reply makes me smirk.
There's no need to turn around and look at Dyson, as merely the scent around him and the newly appeared depth of his voice give away his current mood. The domineering scent of a male wolf is fast engulfing the space around us, making me become painfully aware of his arousal without even sparing him a glance. This is the thing about us predators; our sense of smell allows us to be aware of our surrounding without even looking at it. Furthermore it's a piece of cake to pinpoint how the people around you are feeling through their smell. Each strong emotion has a distinctive smell. And right now Dyson smells of passion and lust. It's intoxicating to be moving so closely around a horny alpha male in my current state of debility, yet I can't help myself. The alluring and heavy scent of testosterone has already filled the space around us, making my own body react in a similar way. It's usually uncommon for the vampires of my kin to feel any sexual attraction towards anyone unlike us, yet I have always had a lust over those that are different. Dyson's wolfish nature and strong sense of domineering gets that dark side in me trashing around, desperate to pin him down to the bed and fuck him. Yet the thought of me being the dominated one sounds just as tempting. 'Yeah… how about the chains, genius?' I mentally scold myself and huff in irritation.
"Have you heard of Trick?" I ask, still with my back towards the male, not wanting to get seduced by his sexiness.
"He said he was close. The key will be in your hands in a few days' time." his voice sounds near, informing me of his close proximity; as if his odour didn't do that already.
"I have heard that already." I frown and unconsciously tug at the T-shirt.
"Have patience." he whispers as his hands wrap themselves around me.
By the time he pulls me towards his chest, I'm wet and just as horny as him. My instincts are sharpened to the point where I can feel his heartbeat so clearly as if it's my own. Yet the light pinching pain of the silver touching my skin throws me back into the present, making me pull away from him and restore the small, yet needed distance between us.
"I can't be patient when I'm chained like a wild animal. My body is almost completely immobilised."
Gritting my teeth I pace around, ignoring the contracting of my womb, which openly protests at this torture; my lust can easily blur my judgement and make my body go down with the flow. But with these chains the 'flow' will rather be a rocky waterfall than a nice and passionate stream.
Then he gently takes a hold of my hands, pulling me to a stop and turning me around so that I can no longer hide away from him.
Against all logical reason I look straight up in his eyes and despite the smirk I see hurt in those blue seas of his and that makes me frown.
"Don't get me wrong, Dyson. I'd gladly let you throw me over your shoulder and fuck me senseless against whatever surface you find suiting, but not while I'm chained like this."
Gently cupping his face and running my fingers through his beard, I can't help but notice just how much I yearn to have him. Not only his body and blood, but him as whole. In some strange way he adds up to me in a perfect match, being just as passionate and fierily, if not even more.
Licking my dry lips I let my fingers trace his jaw and gently touch the corner on his lips. His stubble tickles my cool skin and I smile at him.
Dyson leans down slightly and that's the only indication I need to tip-toe and reach for his lips. Yet, instead of kissing him straight away, my lips hoover a mere millimetre away from his, letting him decide what to do. And he does. His left hand wraps itself around my lower back and pulls me towards him gently, trying not to tug at the chains; the right one ends up in my hair, his fingers fisting the white locks and tilting my head under an angle that would be suitable for both of us.
Then his lips touch mine. His heat spreads through the kiss all around my body, making that need in my belly go almost unbearable. Without caring about the damage I may cause, I press my chest closer to Dyson's, my hands in his hair, deepening the kiss. He groans against me when I tug at his curls, and then growls as my hand seductively travels down his neck and then chest.
Pulling away panting I can see the burning desire in his eyes, which surely mirrors my own. I hum lowly as my hands trace his hard abs under the T-shirt. It gives me a strange sense of dominance and glee when I feel him shudder under my touch.
"You are tempting me to throw you over my shoulder…" his voice is thick with lust, making my insides curl.
Instead of an answer, I let my fingers glide over the soft fabric and study his sculpted body, admiring how hard and tense it is.
"Allice." his low growl is both a warning and an invitation.
Looking at Dyson from under my thick eyelashes, I let a coy and playful smirk tug at the corners of my lips before I take a step back. It takes me all my self-control to do that without grabbing the wolf by the T-shirt and pulling him with me towards the bed. Yet common sense wins the battle and I turn around, heading to the TV.
"Care to watch a movie?"
The desire is masked well enough by the sudden huskiness of my voice, making it almost completely unrecognisable.
"Sure."
A few hours later I'm lying in the bed almost completely dozing away, while Dyson runs his fingers through my hair.
"Is it natural?" he suddenly whispers, making me open an eye and look at him.
"No, I dye it every two weeks so that I can look more badass." I ironically reply which results in him tugging playfully at my locks.
"No need to be mean." he purrs and continues to untangle it.
"Yeah, no need to pull at the pearly whites, thank you very much!" I whine and look at him.
He's lying on his side, his head propped on his right hand while the left one runs continually through my hair. His eyes are now a darker and more intense shade of blue, almost black due to the lack of light, which also makes his feature appear a lot more angular and stern. Unconsciously I outstretch my hand and follow the outline of his jaw, admiring the way his stubble tickles my sensitive skin. With a low hum Dyson leans into my touch, closing his eyes.
"I was born a brunette. Green eyes, chocolate curls and all." I begin in a low voice, not wanting to put too much pressure over my throat, "My Fae side kicked in on my twenty fifth birthday. So basically one sunny morning I woke up with this white bird's nest, pale skin and jet black eyes. Oh, yeah, and a pair of pretty sharp fangs."
Smirking I make a slow attempt to turn to the side, yet the warning pain around my stomach alarms me that maybe that's not such a good idea.
"So how old does that make you?" he continues to ask, all the meanwhile lulling me to sleep with his strokes.
"Dyson, dear, there is one golden rule when you speak to a woman; you never, ever, under no circumstances ask her two things – how old she is or how much she weights. Unless you want to end up with a poisonous fish swimming in your morning coffee." I purr as I tug at the covers, an indication that I'll be going to sleep.
"Is that a threat?" he smiles at me, with a raised eyebrow and a daring flame in his eyes.
"No, detective. That's a really valuable piece of advice you should remember if you don't wish to die of the hands of a maddened female."
"Hm, how noble of you to warn me."
"Yes, noble." I yawn and tug at the blanket once again, yet it doesn't bulge.
"Someone wants to go to sleep?"
"It was hard work sorting through your stuff. For a man you have a worryingly vast amount of clothes." I state and pull again.
"It will be easier to pull that blanket if you weren't lying over it." he smirks at me and I scoff.
"Don't play smart, detective." I groan at him and stand up slowly and with a single flick of my wrist throw the blanket in Dyson's face. Unintentionally, of course.
"Hey!" he whines and pushes it away, a playful frown gracing his features before getting up and disappearing into the bathroom.
"Sorry." I shout after him and smile before lying back down.
As I am about to make myself comfortable I realise one pretty irritating thing, an obstacle I forgot to remove.
"Dammit!" I hiss under my breath and push myself up on my elbows.
"What?" Dyson, who just came back, nods at me, a look of worry in his eyes.
"I forgot to take off my jeans." I whine and gently wiggle the fingers of my feet. "Screw it, I'm sleeping like this."
With that I let my body fall back down, completely forgetting the silver chains sucking the life out of me. Of course the pain is quick to make my jump back up, hissing and cursing.
"May I?" the wolf sits at the edge of the bed, his eyes studying my face.
I shrug my and lean back down slightly so that I can push my lower half up. Dyson's hands reach for the button and the zipper, his eyes fixated on the task at hand. Upon unzipping it, I push my pelvis up and allow him an easier way to pull the garment down my legs. He does that with a swift motion, the jeans sliding down my smooth tights effortlessly. After they are finally off and I sit up, smiling thankfully at Dyson, and start rubbing at the red lines that are still present on my skin.
While doing so I don't skip to notice the way his eyes follow my movements up and down my legs. The temperature in room suddenly rises and I take a deep breath, immediately sensing the change in Dyson's odour. A smirk tugs at my lips and I decide to torture him a little bit more with running my fingers over the skin a few more times in a seductive manner. The result is almost immediate as he moves away, obviously not staying unfazed.
"You are a walking torture." his low groan reaches my sensitive ears, making my laugh.
"I live to torment poor men." I chuckle and gently pull my T-shirt over my head after fetching the one I sleep in from under the pillow.
Throwing the beige garment at the nearby chair, I fiddle with the black one in my lap for a second before carefully slipping it over my head, only for it to end up tangled with the rags that are wrapped around the chains, and painfully tug at them.
"Ouch! Ouch, ouch, ouch! Dyson! Dyson! A little help!" I shriek as my voice suddenly goes missing once again.
As a response I receive the said wolf's laughter.
"Damn you! Help me!" I hiss and wiggle my hands so that I can somehow get the T-shirt away from my injured skin.
"Stay still!" his voice startles me as he has managed to sneak next to me without me realising.
The sudden tug at the garment and its seamless sliding down my body happen fast and painless, making me breathe a sigh of relief.
"Sweet pancakes, I thought I'd die in there." I melodramatically huff and put a hand over my forehead, as if about to faint.
Dyson just laughs and shakes his head. Upon standing up I frown and move my hand, intertwining my fingers with his.
"Where to, champion? You saved me from this beast. Aren't you interested in receiving your reward?" I whisper and watch as his amazement is quickly replaced by desire.
"I can't touch you, fairest of all maidens. So my reward shall be left aside, as I did this noble act without any expectation of a prize."
I smirk at him and pull his hand towards me, making him sit back down.
"What kind of a knight are you, when you won't take advantage of a nice reward seating in front of you?" I raise an eyebrow his way while successfully crawling near him.
With the loose T-shirt hanging from my body and my white hair falling freely around my face, I know just how tempting I look in his eyes.
"A noble one?" his husky voice makes me bite my lip and smile.
"Yes. Yet even the noble one deserves to get recognition for his act of bravery." I purr seductively.
Licking my lips in anticipation I near him even more, again leaving it to him to do the final move. This time Dyson doesn't ponder around, but gets straight to the point. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, his hands burring themselves in my hair, pulling me even closer.
I moan against him when his tongue gently licks my bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. I gladly grant it to him, that way deepening the kiss. A fight for dominance follows in which Dyson wins and claims my mouth as his, exploring it to his heart's delight. Eventually we must part, as he needs to breathe and I use the time to once again test his self-control. My lips follow the outline of his jaw, and then get down his neck. As my hand takes a fistful of his hair and pulls back lightly, making him bare his throat to me, I let my teeth gently nip at the skin over his Adam's apple, making him hiss and grab me by the bum as a clear indication that he has conflicted feelings about this.
"Allice." he groans warningly when my other hand suddenly decides to sneak under his T-shirt, cool figures studying his hard abs, making him shudder at the sudden appearance of coldness against his hot skin.
"Mmhhh…. you are so hot." I purr against his throat, still gently kissing and nipping at it.
"Allice…" this time he whispers my name in a rather pleading manner.
In this very moment I want nothing more than to give him pleasure in all possible ways, yet once again the pestering chains make their presence known by sending small jolts of pain through my nervous system.
Pulling away and quickly masking away the painful frown I smile at Dyson and capture his lips in another kiss, this time a more gentle one. He purrs under my touch before pulling away.
"Rest." with a peck over my forehead he stands up and moves away.
I nod and lie down, barely hiding my victorious smirk from behind the blanket. Following his movements around the room I know soon enough he'll figure it out. 'Until then I can marvel at that fine piece of male ass.' I tell myself and keep on spying him from under my half-closed eyelids.
"Allice?" he calls at me, looking around the flat in confusion.
"Hmm?" I pretend to be almost asleep.
"Have you seen my sleeping bag? Did you move it?" he is still pacing around and thankfully for which, or else he would have seen the mischievous flames in my eyes.
"Sleeping bag? No." I innocently reply.
As his tall frame paces around, frantically searching for that sack, he suddenly stops dead in his track and looks at me.
"What did you do with it?" he asks and nears me.
"I told you – I haven't seen it." I huff from underneath the blanket.
"Allice…" he doesn't seem to find the joke as amusing as I do, so with a dramatic gesture I flip the covers to the side and pad the space next to me.
"There's a place big enough for you right here, champion. You don't need that tiny thing."
Dyson raises an eyebrow my may in amusement and crosses his hands over his broad chest. His posture is the one of a father who is waiting for his naughty child to spill the beans about what mess she did this time.
"Fine, fine! You caught me." I puff and wrinkle my nose in disgust. "I threw that poor excuse of a sleeping bag in the trash. It was too small for you any way."
The widening of his eyes and the utter shock almost make me roll off of the bed from laughter.
"Sweet mother of biscuits! I'm kidding! Don't kill me." I say between laughter. "I hid it away."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want you to sleep on the floor anymore. The bed is big enough to fit both of us." I finally confess and tap at the space nest to me. "C'mon, champ, keep me warm."
After a few tense second Dyson rolls his eyes at me but either way comes under the covers, still with his T-shirt on.
"Now, now. I won't bite you."
He just turns his head towards me, the moonlight coming in from the high windows casting shadows all over his face.
"Is that so?" his mocking tone makes me chuckle and stick my tongue out to him.
His deep laugh is rewarded with a smile from my side before I snuggle a little bit closer.
"If you keep on mocking me I can't guarantee you will wake up in the same state you are falling asleep." I murmur as I feel slumber taking over.
He just chuckles and we fall into comfortable silence. Soon sleep takes over my senses and I drift away.