Hey readers! SO sorry for the hiatus, new job means no time it seems but now we've got a good routine going so here's a continuation, let me know what you think!

***Contains spice***

Chapter 9

B POV

His cool breath settled on my neck giving way to goosebumps along my arms. I took a step forward before spinning back towards the man who'd been running through my mind for an unreasonable amount of time considering his murderous tendencies, and, well, the whole hunting/stalking thing he had going on.

"Yours, huh?" I asked, tilting my chin up in what I hoped looked like defiance despite the trembling in my body, anticipation coiling tight as the jet doors sealed shut, locking us in. Alone.

He canted his head to the side, reaching out one gloved hand to gently run along my jaw, "Well, princess, it seems you've been stolen away from your tower, but instead of a blind prince, you've found yourself on the other side of things, hmm?" He murmured, red eyes glinting.

I narrowed my eyes, "Who said I was trapped in my tower? Seems to me like I was whisked away from a dusky old building to go vacationing." I challenged back, not ready to back down or give in to the pull I could feel humming along my limbs, begging me to step back into his space.

He tutted lightly, and a knowing smirk curled up one side of his sinful lips as if he knew exactly what kind of turmoil was going on in my head: a war of feelings versus logic. Logically I couldn't—shouldn't want to be anywhere near Demetri Volturi, but my feelings, shit my whole being, was calling out to his dark, alluring presence.

"Tell me, what is it you need? Not want." He clarified, arms spreading out so his hands grasped the backs of the chairs on either side of him, allowing him to hunch down a little and be slightly more level with my eyeline, even though my neck still had to crane back.

I opened my mouth, then closed it. What did I need? Not want…? Blowing out a deep breath I let my eyes peruse the man before me, who appeared relax at first glance, but I could tell by the rigidness of his shoulders and grip he had on the seats, he was holding himself back.

Feeling like a complete idiot, I hooked one thumb over my shoulder and aimed it towards the room – his room – behind me before blurting out, "To go in there."

He chuckled a little which made me huff both at myself and this infuriating man for tempting me into borderline idiocy.

"And what would you like to do in there?" he rasped, eyes roving over my face, settling on my lips when I slipped out my tongue to wet them.

"I want—no, need to feel good."

His hum in response bordered on a growl, "If that's what you really want princess. But rest assured, if I go in that room with you, I intend to ruin you. In the best of ways, of course," he tacked on the end, grinning wolfishly.

Trying for confidence again, I straightened my shoulders a little before tossing back, "Well I'd hope so, having all these years to master your skills and all…"

Red eyes narrowed, "You have ten seconds to get in that room and lock the door. If not, I'm coming in."

My eyes widened a little, wondering if I should be rethinking this little challenge. Keeping eye contact, I began pacing backwards towards the door as he started counting down.

"Ten…nine…"

He straightened, rolling his neck a little while maintaining eye contact, taking a slow step towards my retreating form.

"Eight…seven…six…"

He slowly pulled off his gloves as he made his way down the aisle, moving like a panther ready to strike.

"Five…four…three…"

I pressed my back to the door, one hand scrabbling around until it landed on the handle. For some reason, I knew that despite this game I'd found myself playing, if I were to change my mind, the big, bad, burly vampire would stop and leave me be. But I didn't want that, and I hadn't yet decided if the truth was scarier than the lie; that I'd been attracted to and craving his company since he was just a smooth, gravelly voice on my burner phone.

"Two…one."

His hands braced the door frame around me before sliding and switching to my hips, "Ready, my princess?" he murmured, mouth so close to mine that our lips brushed together as he spoke.

I couldn't help the light "Please" that slipped through my lips, or the gasp when he scooped me up while letting loose a low growl that made my legs tighten around his hips as my back landed softly on the large pillowy mattress.

I noticed he'd been mindful of his body, making sure not to press down on any of my injuries while moving me, making me melt a little more into the bed. It continued to shock me how attentive this overbearing and deadly leader was when it came to my safety.

His lips ghosted along my ear when he spoke again, "I haven't forgotten just what you got up to on your own the other night, princess. Hearing you come apart, scenting your need with my name on your lips…" he groaned, words like flames licking up the fire in my stomach.

Pulling back, dark red eyes caught mine again, taunting and tempting until his expression turned almost contemplative.

"You know," he began, trailing a finger along my side, "venom doesn't always have to have bad, life altering effects," that same hand flattened and teased up under my shirt, large marble fingers wrapping around my side. Ignoring my near-panting breaths, he pushed on, "in very…special circumstances venom can have healing effects."

It took me a few moments before I caught onto what he was saying, my lips pursed and eyes narrowed, making his alight in mirth and something else.

"Are you telling me that all this time I've been suffering when you or really anyone else in that musky old fortress could've, what? Licked these horrible wounds away? I seriously wish you weren't a damn stone so I could maim you."

He chuckled, "My feisty princess, I'll take your claws any day. Rest assured, though, no one else would be able to heal you but me. I mean they could try but they'd soon find themselves missing a certain appendage and unable to scream at the pain."

I huffed, not at all phased by his gruesome and possessive statement. Honestly, the latter was pretty hot but there was no way I was going to admit that outloud.

"What are we waiting for then?" I pouted, wriggling around to get my top off which was much harder when a huge ass vampire is fixed above you.

Demetri's tongue poked out, running along his bottom lip as he carefully pulled off my top, lithely removing the bandages on my arms. Once the bandages were gone, he laced the fingers of one of my hands in his before slowly bringing the angry red wound to his face, gaze steady and getting darker on mine as his cold lips made contact.

I gasped at the feel, biting my lip when his tongue slowly ran up the length of my arm. It tingled to the point where it burned a little, but otherwise, there was an odd numbing feeling I didn't have too long to focus on before he laid down my arm and repeated the whole process on my other one.

Who knew healing could be so…good? It was like his venom was soaking into my skin and tainting my blood with bad decisions because right now all I wanted was for him to rip the rest of my clothes off and show me exactly what he'd been holding back from doing the other night.

His hands slid down to my hips as he sat up and straddled my legs, "do you want me to continue, princess?"

I swear everything he said after do you want me was on deaf ears as I nodded vigorously, past the point of really caring if I looked the slightest bit desperate for more of his touch on my overheating skin.

Long fingers hooked in the waistband of my pants and I heard a tearing sound before those hands were running down the outside of my thighs, trailing over my knees. Propping himself on one elbow, he leaned down closer, making my legs fall open a little more. Thank god I'd been wearing the clothes the girls had been picking out otherwise I'd definitely be mortified at Demetri Volturi seeing a pair of my old boy shorts instead of the lacy pink thong I had on today.

Eyes still on mine, he leaned in a laved his tongue along both my legs ending in a kiss pressed to the top of my right leg, just beside where I wanted his touch most at this point, no longer willing to deny my attraction to this man.

He breathed in deep, no doubt smelling how ridiculously turned on I was, near-black eyes finding mine as he loosed a low growl.

"Was this what you had in mind?' he asked, poised as if ready to strike.

I fidgeted a little, nervous of being rejected for a moment before finding my confidence in his hot gaze travelling all over my body.

"No." I said, raising my chin a little. "I want you to make me feel good, Demetri." I rasped.

He hummed, one finger skimming along the top of my underwear, teasing me, "Didn't I just do that? Look at your wounds now."

I looked down and was startled for a moment, where there used to be angry red marks slowly knitting themselves together were now thin, silvery scars. Cool to the touch but no longer painful whatsoever giving me a huge sense of relief that I could get around as usual again.

Momentarily stupified, I stuttered out, "Th-that's not what I had in mind…don't get me wrong I do appreciate no longer needing to be cared for every second of the day, but wh-what I meant was—"

I cut off on a moan when cool marble lips pressed into mine, and one of Demetri's hands ran down my mostly naked body with a much stronger grip now that I was all healed up. The chill of his touch made me shiver and yet all I could think about was how he wasn't close enough.

Tasting of spice an sin, his tongue dipped into my mouth, swirling around my own before he pulled back, leaning over me while I caught my breath and my bearings because that was way too good.

"Do you know how wild it drove me to come back here and smell you on my sheets when you had your little escape, princess?"

This felt like a rhetorical question but regardless I still shook my dazed head, locked in on his near-onyx stare.

"All I could think about was finding that decadent scent of yours and bathing in it, making you just as wild as I felt, making you mine."

I didn't want to think anymore I just wanted to want, "then do it."

One finger trailed downy body stopping just above my panty line, "hmmm, one day I will. But for now, how about I do just what I said I wanted."

A sharp snap filled the air followed by a breeze in a spot I'd only ever touched myself. Feeling a little flustered, I shifted a little as if it would shield my reveald core only for my captor to chuckling and sit back to use both hands freely along my thighs.

As they inched high my breathing picked up and his eyes locked on to my heaving chest as his grin grew, "give me a safe word, princess."

I blanked, "What?"

"A safe word, one that will let me know you want out."

Without really thinking I blurted out "Old Tick!"

One brow lifted, "I'm not going to dwell on that and certainly hope you never need to use it."

I huffed, still a little breathless, "Well then why do I need one anyways?"

He grinned salaciously from between my legs, pulling my thighs apart and settling down close, "Because just saying stop isn't going to be enough once I've had a taste baby."

Seemed the time for words was over as Demetri Volturi lewdly spread me wide and used that wicked tongue of his in a way that made my head snap back and back bow off the bed.

"Oh god" I gasped, fingers clawing at the sheets beneath me while his cool tongue probed and swirled around my slick, overheated skin.

He paused briefly to tsk me, "Not the name I want on those lips princess."

I meant to snark back, I really did. But then I felt a cool finger pressing slowly, dipping and swirling just barely inside me in a way that had me wiggling my hips to get closer. As if waiting for my body to welcome the new sensation, his thick digit pushed inside, rubbing my walls in a way that lite a fire in my belly.

"More, please, Demi. More."

I heard a low growl but felt him comply, two fingers pushing inside thrusting, swirling and roving around until they hit a spot that made me suck in a breath and jerk my hips at how good it felt.

"Oh fuck yeah" muttered the man making me lose my mind, "so damn sweet, gonna bathe in your taste."

His other hand slid up to my pelvis, palm flattening there and applying enough pressure to anchor me in place while his fingers continued relentlessly on that spot and his mouth sealed around my pulsing clit.

My breathing came faster, it felt like I was hurtling towards a finish line with too much speed and was going to blow through end and fall into the unknown. My hands found purchase in his hair, gripping the locks as the feeling and pressure increased. As if sensing my apprehension his mouth pulled back for a second to chuckling lowly and murmur, "trust me, you're not going to want to stop this."

I didn't know what 'this' was but I was way too far gone to ask. A high pitched keening whine filled the air just as it felt the pressure was peaking, and then it was like everything exploded; from my toes to the top of my head pleasure exploded along my nervous system forcing a louder cry from my throat as the orgasm wrecked me.

I must've blacked out for a second because I came to still twitching with aftershocks and a low humming sound vibrating along my over sensitive skin. I could hear a squelching too that had me frowning and leaning up on my elbows to look down.

My face flushed immediately when I locked eyes with the devil himself lapping up what looking like a god damned puddle seeping out from between my legs.

I slapped a hand over my eyes causing him to hum to himself, "please don't tell me I peed and this is a fetish for you."

"No baby, you just showed me how much your body needs me."

I wrinkled my nose, wriggling my hips a little, "it feels gross though".

"Far from it. Come here." He bundled me up in cool stone arms, feeling like a cool balm on my heated skin.

I looked up at him, "but don't you want me to—"

Lips tasting like, well, me sealed over mine, cold and rough, "no" he muttered, "sleep."

Melting into his marble body I vaguely registering Demetri changing the bedding then settling back down with me before I fell into a sated sleep.

DPOV

My traitorous instincts took over, the low rumble coming from my chest soothing my mate as she took a nap on the jet while I combed my fingers through her hair.

Now that I had her here with me, away from prying eyes my mind ran rampant with possibilities of places to explore, things to try, and every delectable inch of her body I was going to worship over and over.

Her mortality could wait, though I'd been 'frozen' around her age, we aged quicker back then, allowing us now more time to enjoy her humanity before we both looking the same physical age.

Before long, Bella's breathing patterns changed, and those gorgeous eyes opened up to sleepily lock onto my own.

"Hmmm, how much longer Demi?"

You know what…that name's not half bad coming from those lips.

"We touched down a few minutes ago, it's a short flight really."

She sat up from my chest, blankets pooling down by her hips revealing her curves and creamy skin and—

"Where are we?"

I smiled back, brushing some hair off her cheek, "Koz, a small Grecian island my mother fled to give birth and the place I grew up."

Her brow puckered, "Why did you need to hide? Was there a war?"

I tilted my head from side to side in contemplation – now certainly was not the time for my lineage – "something like that. My father was quite powerful so they hid the pregnancy and she came here, one of her staff told me when I was old enough that she told them to sail along the islands and not stop until she found 'the one', whatever that meant. I was raised by the locals until my father came for me later in life to join his tyranny."

Bella was silent for a minute, digesting what I'd shared, "well your mother sure knew how to choose them, it's beautiful and so peaceful" she commented, looking out the window.

"Want to go exploring?"

She bit her lip, nodding excitedly in a way that made me want to whisk her straight to my private villa instead of walking the sandy shores in the sunlight.

Instead, I reigned in my instincts and gave her a lingering kiss, "as you wish."

I watched her stroll over to the suitcase Heidi packed and throw on a floral sundress that wasn't helping matters at all before turning back and holding out one hand while wriggling her finger in invitation.

Fake sighing exasperatedly, I stood and entwined my stone fingers with her soft human ones and we left the jet at a human pace, heading for the beach on a deserted portion of the island that I'd bought off and secured myself.

The second we started down the stairs, my skin started to shine, annoying the fuck out of me and calling for sunglasses, right now.

Bella smirked at my predicament, "how very obnoxious of you," then continued down the stairs and with a laugh of almost disbelief took off towards the ocean and sand a couple hundred meters out.

I stood back and watched her care-free spirit make a break for it; long hair whipping, skin flushed pink already from the sun, and little squeaks any time she stumbled on her way to the where the waves touched the shore.

Fighting theurge to track her down just yet, I went back into he cabin for sunscreen before returning to no Bella in sight.

Frustration and trepidation gripped me as I quickly neared where I'd last seen her close to the water before hearing a splash.

In all her alluring glory was my mate in a soaked dress, grinning at me from turquoise waters like the fool I am for her.

"Well, come on now old man. Drop the lotion and put that hot ass into motion" she taunted, beckoning me to join her as the water rose to her waistline.

"I knew you were checking my ass out" I taunted, following her anyways. I'd follow my princess anywhere, of that I'm goddamn sure.

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