Page 23 of Fighting Fate (Monsters of London #4)

Dax

I don’t know why fate’s smiling on me, but it is, and I’m not about to question it. Vince all but drags me out of the club—we hardly say goodbye at all, but only Patch looks concerned—and he’s impatient when we wait for a taxi.

He keeps his hands off me during the entire ride, so I do the same, even though I want to reach out when he begins to bounce his knee. The scent coming off him… It makes my head spin.

I want him so badly it hurts. I can’t spare a thought for anything else. The taxi pulls up and Vince holds my gaze for a second before he climbs out. I almost fall out of the car in my attempt to reach him.

There’s no one outside the building, although my packmates will know I’ve brought someone by. It doesn’t matter, especially now that Vince knows about us. He follows me into the building and is silent all the way to Patch’s and my flat.

My palms are damp. I don’t know why I’m so nervous, except this feels somehow important.

“Open the door, Dax,” Vince says. His voice is low in a way I’ve never heard it, and my heart gallops in response. I fumble the key at first, but then the door swings open and Vince follows me inside.

He shuts the door and leans back against it. His pupils are blown wide, breath coming in short pants—he’s just as affected as I am.

“Vince,” I say. I don’t know what I want from him. I just need him. His touch will either ground me or send me flying so high I’ll never want to come back down again.

Vince reaches out and snags my wrist, pulling me close to him. I drop the keys and plant my hands on either side of his head. He’s gorgeous up close and more so for his scent and the way he wants this, too.

“This is a really bad idea,” he says.

“I know.”

“So we should stop, right?”

“We should.”

He grins when I don’t move and then leans up and kisses me hard. I reach for his hips and Vince drags me closer as though now that he’s given in, he needs everything.

I don’t mind. He’s my mate. I’ll give him whatever he wants. That’s what we do.

He sucks on my tongue until I groan and bites my lower lip in response to the sound. I feel dizzy. Vince kisses the corner of my mouth and down to my jaw.

“Tell me you got better condoms.”

My face heats. I haven’t… There’s been no one since him. Has he slept with someone else since? My wolf perks up, desperate to stake a claim. No. That’s not—

“Dax?” Vince cups the side of my face gently, drawing my gaze down to him. His eyes widen when our eyes meet. “I saw that before, but I thought…”

“Saw what?”

“Your eyes.” His thumb sweeps over my cheek. “That’s your wolf?”

I swallow hard. “Yeah.”

Does he like the reminder? Does he hate it?

His tentative smile fills me with relief. “You took it easy on me last time, huh?”

I chuckle. “Not really.”

Vince hums and pushes up again, brushing our lips together. “Well, you don’t have to this time, you know.”

“I’m not going to hurt you.” I frown. Is that what he wants?

“I know,” Vince says, absolutely certain. “But you’re going to fuck me through your mattress, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” The word comes out as a growl, and Vince shudders in my arms. I kiss him again and he hums into it. His hands are tight on me, almost feeling possessive.

“Bed,” Vince says between kisses and laughs when I lift him, urging him to wrap his legs around my waist. He turns his attention to my throat, and as we reach the doorway of my bedroom, he sucks so hard that my knees almost buckle.

“Vince,” I whine.

He licks over the mark he’s left and digs his teeth in just below my jaw. I want to whimper. I want to shift and show him my belly.

I tip him onto the bed, and he grins up at me. His pupils are blown, and my mouth goes dry when he pulls off his T-shirt, then tosses it aside.

“Dax. Condoms?”

“We don’t need them,” I say, and he stills. “If you don’t want.”

“It’s been six months.”

Something inside me twists painfully. So he has… I try to shake it off. It’s not my business. “I’m a wolf,” I say, the words pushing out of my choked throat. “I can’t—It’ll be safe.”

Vince looks at me for a moment too long. He hesitates before he speaks again. “This is the last time,” he says.

“I know.”

“I mean it.”

“Vince, I know .”

“I haven’t slept with anyone since you, either.”

Something hits me hard in the chest, and it takes me a moment to realise that it’s hope. Hope that Vince feels the same way I do, that even though he’s human, he can feel something of our potential together.

“I—” I begin, but Vince shakes his head. His smile is a little uncertain.

“If you don’t want to use them, I’m fine with that,” he says. “It just feels… intimate.”

It does. It’s what I want. It’s what my wolf is baying for.

I swallow hard, looking at Vince again. His scent makes me dizzy. Arousal and desire and a little fear, which I don’t think is because of what we’re about to do.

Well, not exactly.

“I want to feel you,” I say and lean over him on the bed. His eyes go all big, breath catching in his throat. I saw him stare Patch down when we were in Bite earlier. He’s not one to roll over and show his belly, not the way Patch thinks I do.

But he’s still willing to let me take the lead. He nods quickly and his voice comes out hoarse when he replies, “Fuck, Dax. Yes.”

We kiss again, and Vince grabs at me, pulling me closer until I’m pinning him to the mattress. We part only to tug each other’s clothes off and for me to grab the lube, and Vince groans when I open him up, hips restless as he tries to get me even deeper. I curl my fingers and grin at his startled cry.

“Dax,” he moans. His eyes are hazy as he stares up at me and I brush our lips together again. “Dax, please…”

“I know,” I murmur. I add another finger; he’s not stretched wide enough yet. “I’ve got you.”

His breath catches in his throat, and he nods frantically before he leans up and kisses my neck, my shoulder, my chest. It’s hard to filter through his scent. We’re both too aroused, and I’m too focused on what I’m doing.

But there is something there. Something that wasn’t there a moment ago.

I lose the thought as Vince pushes at my forearm. “I’m ready, Dax. Fuck me.”

I’m not certain he is, but I tug my fingers free all the same. He knows his own limits. Vince shuffles up the bed, resting back against the headboard, thighs spread open invitingly. He’s hard, cock resting against his belly.

I kneel between his legs and run my hands up them, then over his hips and stomach. He reaches for me in turn, and I’d like this moment to last forever because I’m certain I’ve never been as in tune with a person as I am with him right now.

It’s not enough, though. I slick up my cock and Vince’s breath catches when I press against his hole. He watches my face as I push inside, and I watch him too. I can’t see any pain, and I can’t pick any up in his scent. When I bottom out, his eyes roll back, and he lets out a moan that makes my cock throb.

I kiss him gently, letting him get used to the size of me inside him. He’s so tight around me, hot and slick, and though I want to pull back and rut into him, I do my best to stop my wolf from taking control.

“Dax,” Vince says eventually, his voice breathy. “Move, please.”

I’ll give him what he wants. Always. I lower my face to his neck and breathe in deep as I pull back and thrust back in. Vince’s moan is choked, and he clings to me as I fuck him, letting the scent of him fill my lungs.

His fingers dig into my arms, my shoulders, and the little sting tells me he’s holding on harder than he means to. I don’t care. I lick over the spot where his scent is strongest and my mouth waters, gums tingling as my wolf itches to take over and bite. No. Not tonight, but maybe one day.

Maybe.

Vince moans when I hit his prostate, and the cry makes me move faster. He’s moving with me, both of us in sync.

“Fuck. Dax, I’m going to—I can’t—”

I kiss him again. He almost sobs against my mouth, one hand tangling in the back of my hair. I don’t want us to ever stop. It’s not just about the pleasure surging through me. It’s every little sound Vince makes, the way he clings to me like he never wants to let go.

I want that. I want all of him. I bite his lower lip, and he gasps and tugs on my hair harder.

“Mean,” he breathes against my mouth.

I huff a laugh and lick the spot I bit a moment ago. “Sorry,” I reply, my voice just as breathy as his.

Vince squeezes around me in retaliation and I jerk my hips forward hard. He groans, tipping his head back. I lick the length of his throat, and he groans again.

“Dax, fuck, don’t stop.”

As if I would. I thumb one of his nipples before I set my teeth to a spot just beneath his collarbone. Vince whines and writhes beneath me and something warm fills my chest, some kind of pride that I can reduce my mate to this.

We’ve been neglecting his cock, both of us, and when I wrap my fingers around it, he cries out and his eyes snap open. “Dax!”

“I want to see you come first,” I say. He tightens his legs around me. “You’re close.”

“Y-yeah.”

I stroke him gently at first, spreading pre-cum along his length, and Vince watches me with wide eyes. My mouth waters at the sight of him, the way he’s still moving with each thrust. Fuck, I’m close too. I just need—

He shakes when I stroke him faster, hips bucking up in my grip. I’m leaning over him still, watching his face, and Vince doesn’t look away from me, not for a second. He pants like he can’t quite catch his breath, and every sound that escapes him makes my cock throb inside him.

“Come in me, Dax,” he murmurs as his cock stiffens further in my hand. He’s so fucking close. “I wanna feel it.”

“Yes,” I hiss. I tighten my grip, and Vince cries out when he comes, spilling over my hand. Cum paints his abs and I follow him over that edge a second later, captured by the sight and sound and feel of him.

I spill deep inside him, and each jerk of my hips forces a quiet, desperate sound out of him. Vince stares up at me, panting. When I can, I brush our lips together, and he lets out a quiet sigh.

His arms come up around me and I settle on top of him, careful to be gentle. Vince kisses my temple, then my hair. It’s a long time before our breathing evens out, but he sweeps his hands over me, and I know we could go another round, but I think we both want this even more.

“I should go,” Vince says sometime later. I’m still inside him, and we’re starting to cool down. I turn my head and nuzzle his throat.

“You don’t have to.” I know I’m pushing it. I know he doesn’t want more from me than this. “Not if you don’t want to.”

Vince is silent for a long time, and I lift my head long enough to kiss under his jaw.

“It’s up to you,” I say. “Whatever you want to do.”