Page 65 of Resisted
She stuck her lip out, pretending to pout. “Aww, does he have a little crush?”
“Baby,” I warned, my voice stern.
“Truth or dare,” she challenged, giving me a little squeeze.
“W-What?” The word was nearly a stutter leaving my mouth.
“Truth or dare, Vincent,” she repeated.
“Dare. Always a dare.” I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to center myself, preparing myself for whatever wild challenge she was about to throw down.
“Never pick dare if you aren’t willing to suffer,” she warned.
“I’ve never lost a dare.”
I should have been prepared for it, but even though I could have guessed it was coming, hearing the words from her mouth still caught me off guard. “I dare you to fuck me without biting my neck.”
“I—” Fuck, but I wasn’t sure what the right move was here. I knew what I should do and the reasons why I should do it, but what I should do and what I wanted to do were two very different things. And then, with one solid squeeze, I let my decision be made. “I hope you’re ready for me, baby. Because you’ve never seen the stars like I’m about to show you.”
She pushed her hips up toward me. “I hope you follow through on your promises, Vincent. I’ve never taken disappointment well.”
Disappointment? She thought I would be a disappointment? “Didn’t the way my fingers thrum your body teach you just how good my follow-through is?”
Her fingers rubbed against the underside of my cock as she moved her hand up my length. “It’s not your fingers I’m concerned about, Vincent.”
I gave her a deadpan stare. “Baby, you know I’m substantial.”
“We’ll see,” she muttered, and before I knew what was happening, she was squirming down toward my cock, her intentions clear.
A part of me thought that this couldn’t be real. Maybe it shouldn’t have been. Never in my life had I thought Bella’s hands would be on my cock, and never would I have imagined her little body shimmying down my own as I caged her in on all fours. I should have told her to stop because I knew what repercussions this would cause. Silas wasn’t just my subpack’s alpha, he was my best friend, and though I liked to push him, this would take it too far. There would be no hiding anything from him. If we fucked, our scents would be imprinted on each other way past the surface. It would be such a deep imprint that there would be absolutely no fucking way to hide it.
Her wet little tongue caressed the tip of my cock, and I hissed. Did I really want to do this? Start another war in our home over this girl? Her tongue slid down the underside of my cock, and I had to close my eye just to concentrate. “Bella. Are you sure this is what you want?”
Because if this all played out like any of the million scenarios that were filtering through my mind right now, I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself. I would stop if I had to, but fuck, it would be damn near impossible. I wanted this, wanted her, more than I’d realized until this very moment, when her tongue was caressing my cock and my body was shaking from the restraint it was taking to not be in control.
She never answered my question. Instead, she took my dick fully in her mouth and groaned around it, the vibration making me nearly lose all control. Was it possible to be instantly thrown into the cosmos just from a single touch? Because if so, I was there. I was so utterly, completely there, it would take a damn miracle to reground me to earth’s planes. This girl, she was ethereal. She made me weak and vulnerable in ways I’d never experienced. I knew I should stop this now, stop whatever it was we were doing, but I couldn’t. I physically couldn’t stop it.
Her lips rolled over my length as she took me so deep into her mouth, and I knew there was absolutely no was way I could come back from this. My friendship with Silas was probably about to be ruined, our pack turned upside-down, and all my mind could concentrate on was that little sucking motion she did with the back of her throat and how sweet her pussy would feel when it squeezed around my cock.
She was making me weak. She’d only been working my cock for a minute, two tops, and my arms were already shaking from the bliss of it. I wished I could hold out longer, because I knew without a single doubt that if I had the willpower to do so, she would make it a fucking wild blow job, but I didn’t want to just take from her either. She deserved more than that.
I pulled back, forcing my cock out of her mouth, with the most satisfyingpop, before I sat back on my haunches. Fuck, she was perfect, all red cheeks and fast breaths and blazing eyes, with her wild hair spilling around her on the fallen leaves.
I should have savored this more, I knew, but it was nearly impossible when I could see her nipples hardened into stiff peaks under her shirt and smell the lust surrounding her. I reached forward, tearing her tank top down the center. Her breasts spilled out of the torn garment, perfectly displayed for me. I’d gotten a glimpse of them, felt them in my hands at the club as I’d pinned her body to mine, but nothing had prepared me for the magnitude of how fucking perfect they were. Nothing prepared me for the uncontrollable shiver that ran up my spine and the moment where I had to close my eyes and focus because I was slowly losing control.
When I had gathered myself enough, I bent down, taking her nipple in my mouth, and rolled my tongue around it, while she squirmed against my body. Every part of her that rubbed against my skin was like an electrical shock jolting through me. I was aware, so fucking aware, of the soft bare skin of her stomach against my palm and her cotton sleep shorts that covered her core resting against my knee, while her bare legs straddled my own. I could nearly feel her core pulse through the thin cotton, and that fact alone had my cock nearly weeping.
I released her nipple long enough to travel to the other breast and lavish it with equal attention. They were magnificent, fucking perfect for the palms of my hand, her nipples practically made for my very own lips to wrap around and suckle. Her fingers found my hair, and she pulled, forcing my head up.
She ground herself against my knee and moaned low, her brows scrunching up in the most adorable way as she tried to get herself off. “I need more.”
Fuck, didn’t we all? I sat back, taking both my hands and running them from her breasts, down her stomach, to her hips. What a fucking alluring contrast it was to see my skin, covered with patterns and colors of ink, displays depicting images that told stories of times I wished to remember, against the pure white of her skin. And on the back of my hand, the hand with the forest of trees in a heart formation, the hand to represent the day our mate had died in the woods, rested now against her daughter’s skin.
The irony wasn’t lost on me. I knew how terrible it was that I was now lusting after the daughter of a mate I never got the chance to know. We didn’t get gifted a mate twice in our lifetimes. It was practically unheard of, so I knew without a shadow of a doubt that the other half of my soul died that day in the forest. But damnit, even now that I could never have more than wanting, more than few rolls in the hay, that didn’t stop me from wishing it was all different. I was a fucking sap and I knew it, wishing and longing for a love that I knew I couldn’t have, a love that the fates thought me not worthy enough to possess for longer than a few mere moments in this lifetime.
I blinked away the depressing thoughts that my mind had conjured and concentrated on the beauty in front of me. Fuck, she was like a daydream and a wet dream all bundled into one. I didn’t know how the hell I’d ended up in this moment with her, how the hell the sassy, smart-mouthed girl I once loathed as much as I loved ended up lying in front of me like a platter for me to feast on. And I would feast. I would feast until my wolf was satisfied, then I would fuck her. As much as I wanted to claim she would get the sweet and gentle fuck she deserved, she wouldn’t. I couldn’t do sweet and gentle, not with her. Not when her flawless body under my fingertips begged for all the naughty things I’d never allowed myself to dream of when it came to her.
My fingers hooked into her cotton shorts, and I pulled them over her hips and thighs before I allowed my body to scoot back and finish removing them from her legs. She was pure perfection, openly on display for me, and for a moment, I thought she would shy away from my gaze, cover herself up, and change her mind. She didn’t do any of that, and after a few moments, a few long, excruciating moments, she let her legs fall open, gifting me with the view of her pink glistening skin.