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This whole chapter is sex. JSYK
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CHAPTER 10: Shattered
My eyes opened when I felt a hand- that I immediately recognized as Tony's- glide up my thigh. I looked up to find him standing beside the bed.
"Tony? Are you okay? Whats wrong?" I sat up and reached out to touch his face, but befoer I could touch him he grabbed my wrist. I jumped at the abruptness of his movement.
"Whatever you want," he promised. "Whatever keeps you safe, happy and here with me... in my arms, I'm here to give you... Just tell me what you want." Tony's head lowered, but he didn't kiss my lips. Instead, his lips touched the skin just below my ear, sensations were magnified, where the heat built and spread through my veins like fire.
I felt my eyes drifting closed as my weakness and an emotional overload for him flooded through me. What was he doing, I could barely make sense of this moment- his actions. Did he even realize he had the power to break my heart, he could make me want to hate him, but, even with the risks, I didn't want to miss this chance with him.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my breathing was becoming harder by the second. I felt need burning through my body. His lips were so incredibly warm, and his tongue, it was even hotter. I was shocked by the sudden need to feel more- to feel all of him, that it nearly overwhelmed me.
"Tony," I whispered his name, half expecting to wake up from this dream pissed at the world for it only being what it was, but I pushed that away. Right now- dream or not - was only me and Tony. Nothing was going to ruin this for me.
Lifting my hands, she pressed her fingers to his hard, heated abdomen, feeling it flex beneath my fingers as my own stomach seemed to tighten, almost painfully. I loved how he responded to my simple touches. There were no games with it. I gave him pleasure just as well as he gave me.
"Come to bed with me, Schemer," he breathed against my ear. "I promise, there will be no pain tonight. You still have to grow up. You're still just a baby. I... I just have to decide if the loss of your innocence is worth it."
I lifted my head, staring back at him, wondering what the hell he was talking about. I was 16. I was a young woman- not a child.
"It hurts you, to be like this with me..." she whispered, my throat felt tight- painfully tight.
"More then you know." He cupped my cheek, his thumb
tracing over my lips. "You are like an addiction. But it's not as though I'm going
into withdrawal, yet." he smiled sadly, "Just wait untill morning." He looked amused by his words- I didn't find anything funny about him telling me that in the morning he would regret this. He didn't look like a man in the throes of agony... not at the moment. But... in the morning...
"Your mom thinks you're in love-"
"My mom gets a bit over excited and sees things that aren't there." he growled as his hand stroked down my arm, his fingers finding mine. "Don't worry
about what my mom says, Nikole." He was lying. I could see the lie in his eyes. He loved me- more then he was willing to admit... yet he was in pain because of his love for me.
TONY-
I held back, I needed to give her the time she needed to grow up. To learn what she wanted in life. But I also needed to kiss her. My human and animal were battling. I was protecting her, I kept the thought firmly in my head, but even as I chanted the thought my hands carressed her body.
She let me pull her beneath me on the bed. I felt a flutter in my chest, something I'd only ever heard my sisters and girls in movies talk about- something I'd never believed was true, until now. But how could I deny it when butterflies beat against my lungs- tightened with nerves.
I had fantasized for so long. So many nights I'd imagined what it would be like if I ever touched her. And her touch was more than I'd ever imagined.
Nikole stared up at me, Even as I saw the innocence I was trying desperately to protect it only fueled the unwanted desire I had for her.
I could scarcely look at her without needing her touch. Without needing to touch her.
As if reading my mind Nikole raised her hands to my bare shoulders, letting the tips of her fingers skim across my back, feeling the tension in them, as well as the tightly leashed control, I'd fought so desperately to keep.
"You are such... a liar," she whispered, and I saw that there was more then innocence in her hazel eyes- there were tears.
"My mother has a big mouth." I ground out as she let her nails scratch across my flesh as if to pucish me. And I knew I deserved every bit of it, the pain along with the arousal.
"Abby, tells me the truth," she said, as I stared down, trying to read her oddly colored eyes.
"No." I growled desperately, needing both of us to believe nothing could ever happen between us. "My mom lies." I jerked as her nails raked lower and harder down my chest. She was pushing me. Challenging me. How long could she play me? How far could I allow her to push me before my control snapped? Would I allow my control to actually break? I had never let anyone, male or female, shatter my control- not after the bitch in the labs.
"I think you like lying to me. I think you've been lying to me for a long time, Tony, and I've been too stupid and niave to realize it. I didn't want to believe you'd lie to me." Be fore I knew it she was leaning forward, lips carressing my chest. I growled. Protecting wasn't lying. I promised myself.
My hand jerked up, tangling in her hair, holding her still- trying to catch my sudden lack of control- control that could shatter our dreams... and our future.
"I don't lie," I managed to grind out, jaw clenching as her innocent eyes stared into my not so innocent ones, curiously, then raking her teeth across my collar bone with her teeth.
"Stop." A growl tore from my lips as my fingers knotted in her hair once again. "Don't do this, Nikole."
"Do what?" she asked, tipping her head to the side and strechingn her body beneath mine, as she licked the center of my chest. "This?" She nipped my shoulder, snapping at my skin. My stomach trembled. Noticing my arousal, she moaned. Her hot breath whispering against my neck.
The need for her touch rushed through me like a flames. That smallest indication of pleasure was nearly enough to break my control. I felt her soft body strain under mine. My wolf growled, becoming desperate.
A groan rumbled in my chest- echoing the animals- as I pulled her head back, my lips lowering in preparation to kiss her. A kiss that I could never give her. A kiss I would always dream of.
At the last second my lips pressed to her jaw, a muted groan tearing from
my throat at the taste of her soft skin. I pushed the straps of her tank from her shoulders with my free hand before loosening my fingers from her hair, and with that hand, pulled the clothing down her body. It was so sensual, so sexual, I couldn't hold back the whimper that tore from my throat.
Nikole-
The bedroom became heated along with my body. I could feel it in the air, as he pulled not only my tank but my boyshorts along with them. The fire brewing between us as I fought to hold on to all the shattered senses.
"The need to touch you makes me insane," he growled. I was naked now. Laying under him, my body laid bare for him to look, to touch, to take.
"God, look at you." Tony's eyes dropped to my breasts. My face heated with embarressment. I'd never been neaked in front of a male... but on days I'd spent fantisizing about Tony... I'd touched myself. I could imagine what he saw, my nipples tight and hard, they felt so sensitive. His warm breath that blew across them sent streaks of pleasure through my body.
I closed my eyes, focusing on only the pleasure, instead of the embarressment, as his hands cupped my barely-there breasts. I could feel the need rising between the both of us, a sense of hunger tearing driving us. I felt tremors of need racing through my body, flickering through my chest, stoking a flame that I wondered if he felt as well. Could I ever not crave his touch, or would the hunger only continue to grow? I prayed to God it wouldn't, because to be honest the need for him now scared me- not that I would ever admit it to him.
As he gripped my breasts in his grasp, I promised myself that tonight was just going to be for me. Tony would put aside his own wants, his own hungers, for me. To make me feel good. Wouldn't he?
Was that really fair? So many people took from him; I didn't want to be one of them. Everyone took, and then raged at him for the rescues he planned, the results he achieved, and all he gave was everything of himself. Yet, no one offered of themselves, for Tony- unless they knew him personally, but strangers. The ones he'd risked himself and his pack for... None of them offered anything. And again, Tony was willing to give of himself and ask for nothing in return. That wasn't what I wanted.
My head tilted back at the sudden pleasure bolted through me when his lips moved down my neck, warm and soft, sinking through every nerve ending, yet it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. It was his lips only. No stroke of his tongue, no kiss from his lips. And I wanted it, so desperately. I was terrified of the mating yet I was just as terrified of never knowing it- of never knowing him completely. And I wasn't stupid. I knew- no matter how much I wanted to deny it- that this would most likely be my only cahnce to expirience physically intimate love from him.
Still, I was terrified, period. My life was raging out of control in so many ways, and yet in others, it seemed to be exactly where I prayed it would stay. I was where I should be. where I wanted to be. Here in Tony's arms. I knew something was missing, Something essential: his kiss. the taste of his lips against mine. The feel of his lips moving over my own, his tongue stroking against my own.
His lips were, now at my breasts, stroking over my overheated skin, rubbing against my nipple. I arched closer, trying to push myself closer to the bliss. I wanted it. I ached to feel it. To feel him.
"Tony," I whispered his name, knowing he was nowhere close to losing his
remarkable control.
Should I break it? Could I break it? She stared down at his light hair, dazed, ready to beg for more should he stop.
"Do you think this is enough?" I asked, his head lifted, I was shocked to see him shaking his head, and panting, with tears in his eyes.
"No, it's never enough." His lips pressed against my chest again. God, it felt incredible, so much better then what I'd attempted. His hand flattened against my stomach, his fingers edging down, lower, pushing into the curls between my thighs. I tried to close my legs on reflex, but his hips between my knees kept me open for him.
I was beginning to lose any train of thought, the determination to see if I could make him lose his control was fading along with it. Probably, because his fingers were working around my clit, stroking me into insanity.
"More, please, more." my hands moved from his chest to his abdomen, to the low band of the sweatpants he wore. I wanted them off of him. I wanted to feel every inch of his body- bare- against mine. I wanted the feel him pressing against me, inside of me.
I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to hear him growl- snarl even. She wanted to know what it would take to make him purr. The elastic band slipped down his thighs, over the heavy flesh of his shaft as Tony jerked, groaned and pulled me hard against him.
His hands were locked on my hips, his head thrown back as he lifted me to him, pressed tight and hard against me as I heard the hard rumble in his chest again. I felt my thighs leave the bed and a second later he was wrapping my knees over his shoulders, coming over me. His lips drawn back in a grimace of hunger.
I felt his body press roughly against mine, parting her thighs, moving over her.
"This- This- isn't fair." Weak, and shaking, my hands pressed against his chest as he ground his hips against mine. I wanted to pleasure him, needed to give to him- to prove I was his equal.
"What isn't fair?" He asked, sounding as desperate as I felt, "I'll make it fair. I promise, whatever it takes to make it fair, just,please, let me feel you. Please, I need you." He whispered.
"Let me feel you first." I pushed at his shoulders. His blue eyes narrowed on me. "Don't do this, pretty girl."
"Do what?" I shifted against him, unwrapping my legs from his shoulders, and sliding them down over his hips until they rested against his, feeling the nearly invisible, very fine hairs that covered his body. Heat prickled the skin where we touched, warm against my skin.
"Let me control this, Schemer," he breathed out roughly. "I promise, it will be good. I'll make it good for you."
"Maybe it will be even better if I get to touch too," I suggested, my voice was quiet, but playful. Surprising me, a sense of fun building inside me. He made me want to have fun. It was as though he challenged me to challenge him. It was that self-control he had. It made a female want to break it.
"I have no doubt it would be." A slow smile curled his perfect lips, one of the rare, true smiles I had earned from him in a long time. "Let's see how this feels first." He licked me. I froze as his tongue stroked, light as air, over my shoulder, spreading that same sense of heat that feathered over her legs when his had stroked against mine.
His tongue rasped, just a little bit. Just enough to feel dark and wildly primal. Enough to send a forbidden thrill racing through my mind. He was good at keeping the upper hand: the stroke of his tongue, the twist of his body, the way he pulled my body against his. His hand curving to tuck my hips snuggly against his. His teeth nipped my ear. Lightly- so lightly. His hands stroked over me, the pad of an index finger rubbing against her nipple as I felt the slightest pinch.
A scrape, like his nail against me, sent a bolt of heat racing straight to my already boiling veins. I twisted beneath him. I wanted so much more. Heat was building between my thighs, washing through my body. The feel of him pressing against the me was making her insane.
His hips rolled, thrust, slid from side to side, stroking the hard, heated shaft through the moisture gathered on my thighs. I arched beneath him. Opening my eyes, I stared up at him. Sweat had beaded on his forehead, and shoulders. A line ran down his chest, slow and easy, rolling with lazy sensuality as my lips parted, my head lifting as my tongue peaked out to catch the little droplet of moisture.
He tasted like expensive alcohol- the knid I was only aloud to have on holidays. Midnight and madness. The taste infused my senses as I felt him move. My thighs were parted farther, a hesitation as he rolled an unoticed condom over the hard length of himself. There was something wrong with that. I knew I should question it, but before I could form words- before I could remember why, he was pressing inside me. Fiery, intense, pleasure-pain washed through me. The stretching of delicate, tender muscles, the stroke of his thick, hard flesh easing inside of my body. It was painfully... exquisite. It was like burning alive inside a fiery storm that I couldn't control, or want to escape from.
For the first time, I wasn't imagining that he was giving me pleasure. Tony- the real Tony- was staring down at me, his blue eyes darkening, turning into an ocean. Inch, by inch, one agonizing push at a time, his hips rolled, pressed and worked the hardened flesh deeper inside me.
I had to look. Needed to watch. Blinking away tears I glanced down between my thighs, I could see the latex-sheathed erection glistening from the dampness that he was pushing through. I watched as he parted the folds of my flesh and disappeared inside of my body.
He was taking me, I sobbed quietly but he heard me. "I'm sorry, so sorry." Tony's sweet voice whisoered. My head flung back as he pushed in deeper, a hard, demanding thrust followed by a groan of pleasure as I arched beneath him when he was finally burried completely inside of me. Tony's breath was hard and fast as he continued pushing both of us higher and harder.
"Love me, Tony?" I managed to pant out, but he didn't answer. He only burried hisface into my hair and breathed deeply.
When we both climaxed, he pulled out as quickly as he'd entered. Tony jumped up from the bed as if he'd been electricuted and pulled his sweats up over his hips. A second later he was gone without a word. And me? I was left alone in his room, left alone with the blood of my virgivity staining his white sheets. I waited, thinking that maybe he'd come back. Maybe he just needed some time. At 7 am, I gave up on that thought.
I sat up and winced at the ache between my thighs. I could barely walk, after staggering to the shower and washing myself off, I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Then I looked back to the stained white sheet and decided to strip it from the bed. Once the sheet was actually off the bed, I had no idea what to do. Everything that had happened last night finally seemed real. I sat down gently acutely aware of the pain inside me, and I let the the tears fall. He'd fucked me and left me. He'd taken my virginity and walked out.
The door opened and my head flew up, I hadn't realized how desperately I was still hoping Tony would came back until I saw, Isa closing the door behind her and rushing over to me. She pulled the sheet from my hands and hugged me tightly, whispering and comforting me the only way she knew how. I cried into her shoulders for what seemed like days.
"I don't know what to do." She whispered, finally after holding my sleep deprived- still weeping body against hers.
"I just want to go home." I answered.
"Okay. Okay." She continued to stroke my hair and face. Kissing my forehead from time to time. "i promise I'll get you home."
I laughed at that. Because at that moment I realized; I had no home. I couldn't bare to look at Tony. I couldn't- not without hating him for leaving me, for not coming back. For sending Isa to hold me and comfort me instead.
"Call Hunter for me, please." I swallowed and sat up, wiping under my eyes with my hand.
"I will." Isa promised.
"He'll take me... somewhere." I said needlessly.
Isa kissed my cheek and got up from the bed, taking the bloody sheet with her. ''Don't tell. Please, Isa. Don't tell anyone."
"I won' t tell." She promised, but we both know everyone can smell it- and they'll know soon- if tey don't already.
I mentally prepared myself for the consequences of my actions from last night. And for a moment I debated on whether or not last night was worth the loss, and pain that had come with it. It surprised me that if I'd had the chance, I would have done it again. But after the mental declaration, I decided no one else would know I was so weak. No one else would ever know that what happened last night... well, they wouldn't know that I would cherish the memory for the rest of my life.
Even if it led to goodbye. Even if it ended everything we were before.
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