Hello! Thanks for the reviews and amazing support!

I have a question for those of you who write (whether you publish or not): Have you ever written a man and fallen in love with him? I might have done that, I am swooning with Felix - you'll see why. (But don't forget about Demetri or Alec, those two are just as amazing and sweet)

WARNING: SPICY LEMMON AHEAD. EXPLICIT LANGUAGE.

WARNING 2: DANGER OF FALLING IRREVOCABLY IN LOVE :)

Enjoy!

THE LOCKET

Chapter 10

Fighting with someone you love is never nice. But the perks of making up with them afterward are exceptionally enjoyable. Bella had never had a fight like this, where the rough edges are smoothed by talking about what happened and by both parties assuming their part of the blame in the situation and then moving on.

She never fought like that with Edward. And when they did fight, it was mostly Bella asking him to reconsider a decision he'd made or to try and see things from her point of view. Granted, her relationship with Edward wasn't all bad. She had fun and sweet moments that she would treasure, but it was the wrong person at the wrong time. For each other. And it saddened Bella to think she should have held herself to the same standards for her new relationship. She had done much introspective thinking and had decided what she would and would not accept from her mates. But it was uncharted territory for her. She was enjoying learning things about herself and her mates.

Felix was sweet, he might have his own baggage, just like she did, but the important thing for her is that he recognized his weak points while they were fighting and asked her to leave. He might have to work on communicating better, but so did she. And they would learn together.

After they talked about what happened, they settled in comfortable silence while watching a movie. It turns out, Felix is a big fan of scary movies where people are possessed by demons or where people move to a haunted house and make stupid decisions. He loves scary movies just because he likes pointing out everything that's wrong. You can take the man out of the training ring, but you can't take the training ring out of the guy.

"Shut up!" Bella said, laughing.

Felix was happy to see her laughing again. She hadn't laughed much since she arrived at the castle, but the rare times she did, he treasured them. And the night she spent crying because of him was a night too many.

"You can't be seriously scared of a clown." He mocked.

They'd been scrolling through the streaming app, trying to decide what next scary movie to watch. Bella vetted watching IT on the grounds that clowns were scary enough; she didn't need the added trauma of a clown that actually murdered people.

"You can't tell me what I can't be scared of." She huffed.

"I can." He imitated her posture by crossing his arms on his chest. She rolled her eyes with a smile on her face. "Clowns are silly. How can you be scared of something so silly?"

"They're creepy enough." She rebutted.

Clearly, Felix would never win this argument. "You're crazy." He surrendered.

Bella smiled cheekily. "You love me, so you like my crazy."

He kissed her brow. "That I do."

And speaking of liking crazy… he grabbed his phone from the bedside table and fired a quick text to the guys.

"Bella stays with me tonight, stay away?" She read out loud what he was typing and giggled when he sent it and tossed his phone back into the bedside table. "Such a gentleman."

He ignored his phone buzzing and concentrated on the girl in his bed. "Do you object to being here all night?"

"Nop. But at least I get to steal one of your shirts to sleep in." She hopped off the bed and walked to the chest of drawers opposite the bed.

She stood in front of his dresser, with her back to him. She bit her lip, debating whether she was ready to do what she wanted. She took a few seconds to assess her emotions, and after noticing everything was in place, and there was no caging the butterflies in her stomach, she took off her shirt, unhooked her bra, and put on Felix's shirt, all in the span of two minutes. Since the shirt was big on her, it reached mid-thigh. She also shed her leggings, leaving her only in a shirt and laced panties.

She folded her clothes neatly and set them on one of the chairs.

For her, all of this hadn't taken any effort at all. She didn't feel embarrassed or shy. Intimacy meant so many different things, and what had happened with them last night and today felt more intimate that getting naked in front of him.

When she walked back to her place on the big bed, Felix was looking at her with his mouth partly opened and his eyes wide in surprise. She teasingly put her index finger on his chin and closed his mouth for her.

"Close your mouth; you'll drool over my pillow."

He was stunned into silence. One thing was to tease each other over the clothes or fire innuendos half the time, and another was seeing her naked. Well, he hadn't seen anything. Just her bare back, but it had been enough for his cock to wake up. He tossed the tv control on the bedside table beside his phone and turned to look at her. He wouldn't insult her by asking why she did that. He had no words, no questions; he was truly rendered silent.

"If all I had to do to render you silent was take off my shirt, you're in for a lifetime of lost arguments." She wiggled underneath the covers, her – his shirt, riding up to pool on her hips. The covers were only covering her legs, so he got a glimpse of pink lace.

"You are definitely going to be the death of me, woman!" He growled, trying to accommodate his erection inside his sweatpants. Since it was an impossible task, he settled for doing the one thing that would calm the desire to claim her. "Do you mind if I work here? I'll try not to make too much noise."

She shook her head. "Only on one condition."

"Ask away, princess." He offered, ready to give her the world.

"I want a goodnight kiss."

"Where should I kiss you, princes?" He kissed her chin. She shook her head. He kissed her jaw. She shook her head again. He kissed the spot behind her ear, making her whine.

"No." She moaned.

Felix smiled and kissed her cheek. She frowned and shook her head. She was enjoying this game just as much as he was. "Where do you want my lips tonight, Bella?" Jesus Christ. Her name on his lips should be illegal.

"I want you to kiss me like you kissed me in the gardens." She congratulated herself for sounding so put together when the truth was that her body had a mind of its own. She was wet with arousal, and Felix was equally affected. He really had no qualms about pressing his erection against her body.

"Gladly." He murmured before capturing her lips in his.

His kisses were addicting, but they weren't enough that night. She rubbed against him, eliciting a moan from him. She was delicious, warm, and soft, and he couldn't get enough of her. When he kissed her for the first time after seeing her kiss Demetri and Alec, he'd been so damn hard and hadn't pressed himself on her on purpose. Demetri's kiss had pushed her backward, and she collided with him.

The few other times he's teased her had been on purpose. Tonight, though, he was rock-hard. He was on the brink of coming, and he hadn't touched her yet.

She had become bolder over time. The more she got to know them, the easier it became for her to be more open with her body. And he would enjoy whatever games she wanted to play tonight. Even if it meant waiting for her to fall asleep to go jerk off in the shower.

When she wiggled against him again. He broke the kiss, barely separating their lips. "I suggest you don't do that if you don't plan on dealing with the consequences, princess."

She shook her head. "I want more. Please." She pressed against him once more.

He growled. The sound a mixture between frustration and desire. If she wanted more, he'd give her more.

"I can make you feel good. Do you trust me?"

She did trust him. Not only with her body but her most sacred possession: her heart.

"Yes."

He leaned down and kissed her again, softer this time. Savoring her and relishing in her sounds. Where she was soft, she was also sharp. She's changed a lot in these past weeks she's been there. He couldn't say he didn't enjoy seeing her come out of her shell.

He trailed his lips away from her mouth, and left wet kisses on her cheeks, then her jaw, and ultimately behind her ear. She was particularly sensitive in that area, and he loved the little shivers that roamed her body whenever he kissed there.

While his lips kept exploring her sensitive spots, his hands snaked underneath her shirt, making her take a deep breath at the cold of his hands. It was a damn shame he was so cold, but perhaps he could make it a fun experience for her.

"Do you like my cold hands on your stomach?" He whispered in her ear.

She nodded, too overwhelmed with desire to be verbose.

"Do you want my hands to go lower or higher?"

She moaned. "Both."

He chuckled, making sure to nibble on her earlobe. She arched her back. "Oh!" He breathed out.

"You're a greedy girl." But he complied.

Slowly, he moved the shirt she'd borrowed and took it off her body, leaving her torso naked. Then, he grabbed her pink lace panties and shimmied them down, also taking them off. She was now completely naked in front of him. Her arousal permeating the air and leaving a wet trail on her thighs and his bed.

She'd never been naked in front of a man before – or woman, for that matter, and despite this being Felix she was with, she instinctually moved her arms to cover herself. There was not much she could do with her legs, with Felix kneeling between them.

"Are you cold?" He asked gently as he noticed her trying to cover her torso.

Cold? She was burning. She shook her head.

"Why are you covering yourself if you're gorgeous?" She blushed. She was naked as the day she was born, and she blushed at being called gorgeous.

She breathed in and out two times before uncovering herself. She used her hands to trace the hard planes of Felix's back. She'd missed the moment he took his shirt off—such a shame.

He dropped butterfly kisses on her stomach and under her breasts. There wasn't one spot there his lips didn't touch. It's like she was a Goddess, and he was a mortal adoring her. Those big, strong hands were driving her insane because they were neither up nor down, and she was writhing underneath him.

She was a mess of sweat, ragged breath, moans, whines, and rumpled sheets beneath her toes and fingers. Felix continued his reverent kissing until he slid one of his hands down, and it really was a travesty that she couldn't have those hands there 24/7.

"God, you're dripping all over the place." He sounded pleased and not at all bothered.

Could it be possible to get more aroused? His voice was like ambrosia, the forbidden fruit of Eden, and the sweetest of whines altogether. It should be illegal, or at least she should be allowed to bottle it up and hear it on those cold nights when neither of her mates could visit her.

"Oh, yes." She screamed when Felix pressed his cold tongue on her clit. He hummed appreciatively of her words. She didn't know what to do with her hands, so he entangled one in his hair, and the other kept twisting the sheet.

Felix watched her from his spot between her legs. He could feel her gentle tugs on his hair, though they didn't do anything for him except wish she was strong enough to pull hard enough for him to feel it. But he couldn't complain at having his mate arching her back and moaning with pleasure.

He inserted one finger inside her, and she could have rivaled the girl from the exorcist with how she arched her back from the bed, only to fall again. He knew her toes were curled. She moved a lot, but he stilled her with one hand on her hip while he continued devouring her pussy with his mouth. It was the most erotic experience of his life. He wanted to mark her all over, make her feel him until she was transformed in a few days. But he knew he couldn't be too rough with her. He'll have time to fuck her hard once she is as unbreakable as him. Right now, he wanted to love her gently.

He added a second finger making her scream his name and tighten even more around his two fingers. He pulled them out and in again, slow, tortuously slow. She kept tugging at his hair, and she must have been imprinting so much force into it that if he were human, she would have pulled the hair out of his scalp by now.

His fingers kept a delicious rhythm, matching the pace of his tongue. Soon, she started feeling that tight ball in her legs and lower belly, indicating that she was about to have an incredible orgasm courtesy of her mate.

The hand twisting the sheet abandoned its task and made it to her breasts, squeezing and pulling her nipples. Felix groaned at the sight, and the vibrations were enough to push Bella off. She tightened around his fingers, moaned his name in a breathless scream, and came harder than she'd ever come during her solitary experimentations.

After a few seconds, he broke away, watching her chest heave up and down, desperate to recapture the oxygen that had abandoned her lungs. She'd never been more beautiful than right then.

"Wow." It was meant to be a praise kept in her mind, but her orgasm had melted her neurons and rearranged her insides.

Felix chuckled, pressing butterfly kisses up her stomach until he reached her mouth, where he left a soft peck. She licked her lips, tasting herself mixed with Felix's masculine taste.

He pressed another kiss to her temple and sprawled beside her, a contented smile stretching across his face.

Fuck working; this is a better way to spend his time.

"Tell me how you like it." He snapped his eyes open when he felt a small hand grab his cock. He had missed the moment she slipped his sweatpants down. What a shame.

He grabbed her hand and pulled it away. "Not tonight, princess."

She pouted. "Why not?"

"Because tonight it's all about your pleasure."

"My pleasure." She repeated, and Felix saw that dangerous glint in her eye indicating trouble ahead.

"Yes."

"What if your pleasure brings me pleasure?" She dared him.

He let go of her hand. If she wanted to go ahead, he would not stop her. "Go ahead then."

And so, she did. She wrapped her hand around his cock and moved it up and down, testing her grip and getting used to the feeling of having a penis in her hand for the first time in her life. The experience was surreal. She'd imagined having a boyfriend and doing dirty and delicious things with him, such as this, but her imagination, which has never failed her, did so with her fantasy.

Felix was big, though she had to admit she didn't know the standard measure for a vampire's dick. But still, he was big and beautiful. There were no words in the English dictionary that she could use to describe a penis. It was a penis that right now had some pre-cum accumulated on its head.

"Take your thumb and spread the wetness around." He guided her, arms behind his back and eyes a dark red. Darker than they had been earlier. She remembered Alec's eyes turning black when he first kissed her. So, it must be arousal that changes a male's eye color. Good to know.

She did as Felix instructed, earning a curse from him. He lowered one of his arms and rested his hand on her ass, taking advantage of her position to grab a handful of it. She shot him a look, but he only winked at her.

Suddenly, without seemingly a second thought, she lowered her head and put that powerful cock in her mouth.

"Holy fuck!" He had to retrieve his hand from her ass to grab the sheet and destroy that instead.

Bella let go of her toy to look at the wreck he'd made. Although, to be fair, she had made a mess first with her arousal and orgasm. These sheets were not going to survive a night of passion either way.

"You like?" She taunted with a wicked smile.

"Like?" He said, incredulous. "Princess, it's taking every ounce of the self-control I don't have not to claim you right now."

"Claim me?"

He nodded. "Mark you as mine." He trailed a hand between her shoulder and her neck. "And make love to you until you see stars and scream my name."

Bella's smile went from wicked to happy. "I want that."

He tensed ever so slightly. "Have you ever been with a man before?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes. I want you to be my first."

He smiled sweetly at her, bending forward to kiss her. "It would be my honor, princess." Another kiss. "Now, lay back down, and let me worship you."

And worship her he did. With that magical tongue of his that ripped another earth-shattering orgasm out of her. And then with his cock.

He positioned himself on her entrance, sliding in easily since she was so well lubricated with her own juices. Inch by inch, he entered her, pushing a little harder when he felt the last barrier. She gasped and tensed, trapping him and almost making him come.

"You're so tight, and you feel so so good." He whispered reverently in her ear. "I love you, princess. So damn much."

She tangled her fingers in the back of his neck, pulling his head down to capture his lips with hers. She kissed him lazily until the discomfort eased. "You can move now."

He pulled out entirely and pushed in again, slowly at first, getting her used to the stretch and his size. He finally started thrusting when she was moaning his name and urging him to love her. He kept a slow rhythm, concentrating on his own strength and how enhanced her scent had become.

How could someone who smelled like home leave no trail behind her?

"Faster, please." He complied, upping his rhythm into harder and faster strokes.

Neither of them lasted long. Bella felt the telltale feeling of her orgasm, and Felix felt his own release close. "Can I mark you as my mate, Bella?"

"Yes." She tilted her head to the side and allowed him to nip at the conjuncture between her neck and her shoulder. Only true mates could bite each other without injecting venom or drawing blood. It was the equivalent of a human bite, only with the added benefit of her having his mark.

When those teeth sank into their desired spot, and his lips closed against her skin, she yelled his name, coming harder than when he'd pushed his fingers inside. Her release triggered his own. He roared, thrusting five more times until he collapsed atop her.

He had no breath to catch or telltale signs that he'd been tumbling on the sheets with her. She stayed there, catching her breath and caressing her mate's broad back. "I've never felt this way before." He confessed after a few minutes of silence.

She lowered her gaze to meet his. "What way?"

"Home."