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Child of the Moon	By : AlongCameASpider Category: Twilight Series > Het Views: 2996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eleven

“My dear, what is it you're doing?”

It had taken him a surprisingly long time to figure out I was under the bed. Literally all day, pretty much. He was gone when I emerged from the shower and when I woke again. Somewhere around lunchtime I crawled under here. And here we were now, at nearly sunset. I thought bloodsuckers were supposed to be such amazing hunters? He was crouched, holding up the bed skirt, looking utterly confused. I wasn't sure what was so complicated about it, “It's not obvious? Hiding from you, Sir Gilbert.”

He made a face, probably as close as he would get to rolling his eyes, and allowed the skirt to fall back into place. Well, that was...kind of boring. I squirmed in the tiny space, rolling to my stomach, “You don't want to know why?”

I knew I wouldn't have to shout for him to hear. Bloodsuckers could hear the wind on the other side of the planet. Slight over-exaggeration, but still. It was pretty damn sharp. Yet, I received no answer. He wasn't being any fun today. I wiggled from my hiding space. Aro had retreated to one of the couches in the main room, an ankle over his opposite knee, writing in his diary again. He didn't acknowledge my presence.

“What's wrong with you?”

The man glanced up at me but still didn't speak, focused on whatever work he was doing. So I tried again, “Blue b-”

“Do not,” he held a finger up in warning. I considered going over and licking it suggestively.

...There was something seriously wrong with me. Admittedly, I was still a little on the warm side from last night and, for whatever damn reason, part of me regretted bailing. The part of me that just wanted sex and didn't care where it came from.

I cleared my throat, “Seriously, what's got you so pissy?”

“Language,” the way he looked at me was strange, “I'd rather not discuss it with you, my dear.”

I flopped onto the couch across from him and stared. Something he'd totally do to me. After a moment, his pen stopped moving, “Did you not just say you wished to avoid me?”

“Eh,” I shrugged, “If you want to get technical-”

“I do not.”

Now he was beginning to make me angry, “Do all men act like this when they get denied?”

He flinched, “I don't know to what you are referring, my dear. What was it I was denied?”

I snorted, “Okay, if we're going to pretend last night didn't happen, then what has your panties in such a twist?”

With an uncomfortable smile, he tapped his pen against the book, “You're trying my patience.”

“You pushed me to the end of mine when you kidnapped me,” I got off the couch and stretched. The gesture raised my shirt above my hips, revealing my low cut underwear and the bit of flesh between there and my belly button. Of course, he stared. He slid his foot down so that his legs were now properly crossed. The reason he did so was obvious, and it was both disgusting and appealing. But mostly disgusting...

...Maybe. A repeat of last nights thoughts began to trickle back. Good thing my body's response was significantly less noticeable. At some point, he began tapping his foot against the air anxiously. I couldn't recall seeing him fidget before. He flipped the journal shut, placing it on an end table before standing, “I believe I'll go have a walk.”

“Sweet,” I said, following him, “I could use one.”

He put a hand up, “Alone, my dear.”

I scoffed, placing my hands on my hips, “Why are you avoiding me if you're not butt hurt about me rejecting you last night?”

Aro's jaw tightened but he kept his smile in place, “Last night was a misunderstanding.”

“Then do clue me in, Sir Gilbert.”

He sighed in frustration as he walked back across the room, toward the door of his study. I, of course, followed him again. He spun around to face me, his gaze lingering on my lips. His tongue darted out slightly, wetting his own. After a painfully awkward stretch of silence, during which I avoided looking anywhere besides his face, he huffed, “I cannot.”

“So, it was such a big misunderstanding that even you don't understand?”

His jawline tensed again, “I understand it perfectly well, my dear.”

“Do you? I feel like you don't.”

The man all but shouted a string of words I didn't even understand. Likely speaking Italian. When he was finished, we stared at each other, completely quiet.

“Wow, you really need to get laid,” I responded calmly.

His hand closed around my throat and I was pinned to the wall. The wolf within me stirred at the challenge. But before I could unleash it, Aro snagged the moonstone bracelet from my wrist and tossed it aside. Suddenly, his mouth was crushed against mine, kissing hungrily. He ground his hips against me, and I could feel him stiffen. I managed to free my face, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Precisely as you suggested, my dear,” he answered, grabbing the backs of my thighs and hoisting me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He assaulted my neck with his lips and tongue. I shivered, “I did not mean by me.”

He was rock hard, pushed against my crotch. It was a complete lie to say I didn't want him. My body outright ached for him. His breathing stuttered, “My dear, we can do this one of two ways. The easy way, or the hard way. Which would you prefer?”

“Well, neither, but I suppose it depends on what each entails.”

I swear he growled at me as he pressed against me tighter. He inhaled sharply, “You can either participate, or I can have you by force.”

I snorted, “Yeah, good luck with that.”

His full weight crushed me, “My dear, you're fooling yourself if you deny me again. You've made it clear since day one. I know that you desire me just as badly as I desire you. Let us both admit it to ourselves.”

“Would you just shut up and fuck me?”

The man didn't have to be told twice. He let me drop to my feet and tugged my panties down my thighs. Quickly removing his jacket, he practically whipped his belt off and dropped his own pants just as fast. He pressed against me, hands immediately grabbing my ass. I wrapped my arms around his neck and our tongues met. There was a sense of desperation in his kiss. Aro lifted me from the floor once again and shoved himself in my pussy.

Sweet Artemis.

It was instantly satisfying, like a terrible itch finally being scratched. This asshole somehow corrupted my thoughts. I'd catch myself staring at his lips, wondering what they felt like against mine. I'd think about what his hands would feel like as they caressed my skin. And, most disturbingly, how good his dick would feel inside me.

Amazing. It felt amazing.

He was maybe a tad bigger around than average. Enough so that I was tight around him. He thrust up roughly, panting and grunting in my ear, my lower back repeatedly hitting the stone wall. If I didn't heal at super human speed, it would likely leave a bruise. I'd be surprised if it didn't crack the wall. His fingernails dug into the skin of my thighs as he pounded me. Mine raked his back and I moaned, “Holy shit.”

“Language,” he groaned into the crook of my neck, not letting up. I gasped, “Shut up!”

I'm sure anybody remotely close by heard us as we lost ourselves in each other. It made no difference to me if they had. Shit, they could come watch for all I cared right now. His strokes were beginning to slow, deepening. I slapped his shoulder, “Don't you dare cum yet!”

Aro's breaths heaved from his chest as he did just that, burying himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing inside. Still huffing, he rested his head against my chest as he basked in his release. Really? What a typical guy. Only concerned for his own pleasure.

I was really beginning to wonder if maybe he could really read my mind. He dropped me to my feet then, lowering himself to his knees. He pushed one of my legs out slightly and draped my other leg across his shoulder. Before I had time to anticipate it, his tongue worked my clit and I cried out from the pleasure. His hand crept up my inner thigh. Two fingers sank in the mix of our fluids, stroking quickly. I had been so close to orgasm when he had that I didn't require much more attention, especially at this intensity. I did a total guy thing. I held his head in place as my body convulsed and I yelled my satisfaction.
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