No Control #2
I paused and V took hold of my waist, leaning back. With her sensuous eyes on me, she brought my cock deeper inside of her with a roll of her hips, already positioned on my lap. A feral groan rumbled inside my chest, pleasure swelling as I was swallowed to the hilt.
“Fuck,” I cursed, face contorting as I fought the hot sensation wrapped around me. “V, don’t.”
“I need it faster than that.” Her secretive smile caused another growl to thunder in my chest.
Seriously, what was up with this girl? Just ten minutes ago she was stiff and unsure. But I never backed down from a challenge.
With a snap of my hips, I transformed her sassy taunt into a blissful gasp. Satisfied, I kept control enough to bring her and myself to completion before the reality of what we’d done settled in again. I collapsed onto the bed, full of shame and regret.
I’d lost control again. I’d given in.
But when V curled beside me and rested her cheek over my chest, I suddenly didn’t care what the damn wolf did at school. I welcomed the fight because Nigel pretended to be a nice guy who wouldn’t say anything to his pack. Sadly, he wasn’t the only one who’d smell me on her.
This is going to be interesting, to say the least.
Glancing at my phone, I realized we wouldn’t have time for another shower. “School is in a half hour. Want to skip?”
“I’m good,” she whispered, auburn hair covering too much of her face for my liking. I absently brushed it away, internally damning myself.
It was my hope she’d want to avoid the extra interaction, but she wasn’t thinking. Neither was I, to be honest. Shifters picked up on scents better than our kind. They also knew how to tell the difference.
Nigel didn’t strike me as a virgin, so the wolf would know what sex smelled like. Or, at the very least, what I smelled like. Granted, she smelled like me because we lived together, but the smell of me inside her would be different.
Not that it wasn’t exciting to think V would be walking around the school with my scent inside her.
Part of me wanted to take her straight into school and find the wolf.
I couldn’t wait to see his face morph with rage.
Something told me he wasn’t the good guy he pretended to be, and nothing bothered me more than some wolf pretending to be a sheep.
“I’ve got a couple tests I can’t miss today,” she added with a bashful smile.
It took looking away to keep from kissing those soft pink lips of hers.
I wanted to give her plenty of reason to blush; to taste her sweet mouth all day and never let her go anywhere.
But I fought the urge and left her in bed, intending to make us breakfast. I’d apologize for what was to come by cooking her something fancy.
She was under the impression I couldn’t cook, and I wanted to show off a little.
“Where—” She stopped herself, clearly uncomfortable. “I’ll just get dressed and head out.”
Unable to stop myself, I glanced over my shoulder. I was on full display, completely naked from head to toe, and I wasn’t disappointed when her bright red face and body showcased her innocence.
Despite swiveling her hips and chasing pleasure with a confidence befitting a succubus only a short time ago, she didn’t act it at all.
She flushed so brightly a normal person might pass out.
It was seriously the most adorable thing I’d ever seen, and I could claim with confidence that red was now my favorite color.
“Get dressed. I’ll make you breakfast.” I left her in the room, a devilish smirk tilting my lips.
“Wait! You can actually cook?!”
V had been oddly quiet all the way to school.
Not that I expected it to be any different.
She fidgeted beside me in the front seat, barely looking my direction.
I did what I could to keep things as normal as possible, but her every action gave everything away.
Even so, it was unbearably adorable and made me smile without realizing it.
She was a surprisingly astute student, afraid to miss a couple tests, and it only made the auburn-haired vampire hunter that much more endearing. But if I had it my way, we wouldn’t have come.
Honestly, I wanted her to ditch school altogether when it was made clear Nigel would be there. It got in the way of missions for her to attend, and I didn’t want to waste time at some useless institution when we could be out training her on how to be a better Hunter.
There were plenty of people still after her.
But it was Rose’s last request before leaving. She wanted V to live her life the way she wanted, as uninterrupted as we could manage.
It wasn’t a secret that Rose’s mission was likely a trap. Rose knew. I knew. She went because if she didn’t, we’d be found out before we could get away. She left to give V a fighting chance. But we both knew what she was likely walking into.
I’d tried to talk her out of it, but Rose was nothing if not the most stubborn person I’d ever met. Once her mind was made up, nothing anyone said could change it.
So, she left. She left and made me promise to take care of V and give her granddaughter everything she could ever desire. The wily old fox made me promise it in writing.
She needn’t bother.
Even without the contract, I’d do anything to see V happy.
It took me a bit to realize it, but now that I’d come to terms with the fact that I cared about her, it was easier to admit it to myself.
Granted, having sex with V wasn’t likely what Rose had in mind when she asked to make her granddaughter happy.
Oops.
V got out of the car, stopping for a second as if talking herself into something, and then pivoted sharply. “I’ll see you in class.”
My lips swept up, tickled by her awkwardness. “Yeah. See you in class,” I called out after her.
Color rapidly filled the gorgeous girl’s cheeks and she fled towards the main building. I couldn’t help my own smile, but it faded just as quickly.
“You can come out of your little hiding place now.” I addressed the person who’d been standing nearby, watching, and got out of the car.
Nigel’s rageful expression was exactly how I envisioned it would be. The Shifter visibly trembled and violently quaked, seconds from shifting in public. I offered him a sardonic glance before greeting a few students.
“You may want to calm down a bit,” I suggested with a pointed stare. “This is definitely not the place or time.”
“How fucking dare you,” he growled menacingly, his nice guy mask all but falling away to fury. “What did you do? Do you have any fucking shame?!”
I crossed my arms over a freshly-pressed dress shirt and leaned back against the side of my Mustang, not at all surprised Nigel would lose his temper.
Shifters often did.
The creatures were nothing but emotions. Very few had any amount of control over their anger, and it often led to outright shifting. They were self-righteous, jock-types who lived purely by their emotional state of mind. No matter how it was spun, they were all beasts at the end of the day.
“V is plenty capable of making her own decisions, and she’s not some little woman you need to protect. You may think you have a reason to ask, but you don’t. What V decides for herself isn’t for you to question,” I remarked coolly, enraging the wolf enough that I heard his teeth grit.
“You’re a fucking bastard.”
“At least I don’t pretend to be anything else,” I retorted sharply, eyes on the wolf whose entire demeanor changed the minute he was angry.
He wouldn’t win against me, but he also had no idea what my abilities could do to him—someone who proclaimed himself an alpha. It gave him a false sense of comfort to think it’d be anywhere near a fair fight.
A fight with a Shifter was beneath me, but I’d give it to him, if only to prove my place beside V was well deserved. But V would be the most hurt by the two of us fighting, so I wouldn’t do it unless I wasn’t given any other choice.
“I don’t walk around playing house dog when really I’m like every other guy out there,” I went on, comfortably propped up by my car.
“You’re a real piece of work, and you don’t deserve V.”
He wasn’t the only one who felt that way, but I’d be damned if I told him I agreed.
V needed someone emotionally well and available to be part of a relationship. I wasn’t, not at all. It wasn’t even clear to me why I’d gone and done what I had knowing there wasn’t anything I had to offer in return. Any direction I went in, V would still get hurt.
Instead, I scoffed and walked past the furious wolf.
Making a scene was the last thing we needed, and V would ultimately pay the biggest price if I traded any more words with the angry Shifter.
But I hadn’t been wrong. It was a good feeling to see the wolf’s real personality come out.
The men who always pretended to be nice were the worst ones to encounter.
Because half the time they’d convinced themselves they were nice, when really, they were like every other bastard out there and just convinced themselves they weren’t.
Convinced themselves they didn’t have any more growing to do.
It didn’t take much to make them snap, and that sort of thing was dangerous.
I may not deserve V, but I was definitely better than some misguided wolf convinced he was a sheep.