Dealing With Him

XI

SLIGHT MATURE CONTENT

I slapped Dylan's hand away once again when it was rubbing my inner thigh slowly, creeping its way closer and closer to an area I so painfully wished I wasn't allowing him to not touch. It had been this way ever since Dylan said he wanted to 'cuddle' an hour and a half ago.

"Jesus, Dylan," I muttered and glanced at him. "Keep your horndog horomones to yourself."

He smirked and pulled me closer to him, kissing just below my ear. He continued kissing along the side of my head and after several minutes of trying to catch my attention -- with me succeeding in ignoring him --, he huffed and gave up.

"No need to turn into a toddler," I sniggered and patted his cheek.

Dylan huffed again.

"I just want some love from my mate," he muttered angrily and crossed his arms.

I smiled cheekily and crawled on top of him, straddling his lap. Dylan tensed almost immediately and I chuckled, taking his face with both of my hands. I pressed my lips against his lips gently. He put a hand on the small of my back and pulled me closer to him.

He tried to pry my lips open but I didn't let him, making him growl with impatience. He lightly bit my bottom lip and I couldn't help but moan quietly, giving Dylan the access he wanted as his tongue plunged into my mouth.

I pulled away for some air and Dylan began hungrily sucking and kissing my neck.

"D-Dylan..." I moaned and grasped onto his shoulders. "I-I want to continue watching the show."

Dylan hummed and lightly nipped at my skin, only making me moan louder.

"I didn't make you sit on my lap," he mumbled. "And I've been holding your thighs so you were able to move the entire time."

He nibbled on my earlobe and I gasped lightly, my core becoming hotter. He turned me around so my back was against his chest and, slowly, Dylan's hand travelled to my dampening panties.

"f**k," I whispered and tilted my head back in pleasure when his fingers grazed across my c**t. It began to warm up with pleasure as Dylan continued to lightly stroke me.

"You like that?" He asked me huskily.

I whimpered when he picked his pace, planting light kissed on my shoulder. I nodded my head and he hummed.

"Use your words, love."

"Y-Yes. I-I like it."

Dylan added more pressure and I moaned loudly, biting down hard on my bottom lip.

"f**k me," I muttered under my breath and I laced my hand with Dylan's free one. I felt my legs beginning to tremble and I squeezed his hand as I felt myself becoming nearer and nearer to my orgasm.

He smirked against my neck slowly slowed down until he stopped altogether, making me whine with frustration. He chuckled softly and continued leaving harsh kisses along my neck, most likely leaving a mark behind.

"Dylan..." I whined out, one of my hands going down his arm that was in my pants. "Dylan, please..."

Dylan groaned lowly before picking up the pace again, his index and middle fingers vigorously creating circles on my c**t. I moaned loudly and tilted my head against Dylan, biting down as hard as I could on my lip as Dylan played with me, not giving me the release I wanted. My body was shaking, ready to release the tightness in its gut, but because of Dylan's annoying -- yet extremely awesome -- teasing, I couldn't.

When one of his fingers entered me, my body jerked up with excitement and I whimpered, immediately rolling my hips to match his pace. I was getting so close...

Dylan obviously felt it because he grinned and shook his head before pulling away and bringing his juice-covered fingers to his lips, licking it off. His eyes didn't leave mine and I felt myself already becoming wetter.

"Maybe later," he said to me and nibbled on my earlobe, receiving a moan from me. Dylan chuckled and grabbed the remote, continuing to watch the show.

"Now," I whined and pushed myself away from him. I tied my shorts' laces and sat on the opposite side of the couch from him.

"Don't be that way, love," he chuckled and tried getting near me but I sat on the arm of the couch.

"Aria," he warned, his eyes darkening.

He got closer and I tried to get farther but ended up falling. I screamed and landed on my butt, the carpet of the room the only thing keeping my fall soft.

I heard laughing and saw Dylan rested his arm on the armrest as he laughed at me, his shoulders shaking.

"Shut up, Spears," I snapped and stood up, rubbing my butt.

"Would you like a massage?" Dylan asked with a smirk.

I glared at him and said, "You missed your chance when you rejected my offer."

Dylan's smirk faltered and he pulled me onto the couch, his large body towering over my small one. His eyes cast down to my breasts before pulling something behind me. I flinched when the back of the couch went back and formed into a cot of some sort.

"You don't tell me when I miss my chances, love," he said into my ear. "You're not the one in control."

Something that I knew for a fact was that during anything s****l-related, I was never going to be in control. Dylan was always going to have more control. Both he and I knew that.

"What was that offer of yours again?"

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"s**t, that feels good."

I hummed and kissed the back of Dylan's neck. He let out a throaty groan once again and I chuckled.

"It's your fault for taking your training too far," I defended, pressing the ice against the burns on his back in which he made after practicing his fighting with silver an hour ago.

Dylan grunted and turned himself around so I was straddling his abdomen. I pressed the ice to the burned on his front and he groaned, closing his eyes.

"Don't move from there," he rumbled. "That feels nice."

"What?" I asked with a grin. "The ice or me?"

Dylan opened his golden eyes and smirked. He bucked his hips up and I gasped, removing my hand from the ice pack and holding onto his shoulders.

"Don't tease me, Dylan," I said quietly.

"I only want what you didn't give me earlier, love."

I scoffed.

"I would have given you what you want if you didn't decline my offer earlier," I retorted and glared at my mate.

He smiled.

"You have beautiful eyes," he complimented.

Don't let him distract you from being angry, Aria, a new voice said and I flinched.

What the...?

I'm Clarke, the voice greeted. I'm your--

My shadow hound.

Correct!

"Aria, are you okay?"

I got out of my daze and looked down at Dylan, whose eyes were watching me with worry.

"Do you have a voice in your head?" Was the first thing I asked.

Dylan's worried look turned into a relieved one and he chuckled.

"Yes," he said. "His name's Prince."

"Prince?" I repeated with a snort. "That's the last thing you are."

Dylan scoffed and sat up. I grabbed his shoulders again so I was straddling him. Our lips were inches from touching and my breath hitched in my throat.

"Insult me again, Sparrows, I dare you," he challenged with a grin, our lips getting nearer and nearer.

I couldn't help but smile as I pecked his lips. Slowly, a smile crept up on his face and he pecked my lips again.

"I love you," I told him.

His smile widened.

"I love you too."

"And you know I would never say something like that and mean it, too, right?"

Dylan shrugged sheepishly and rest his forehead on mine. "You did try to reject me the first day we met."

I frowned.

"Don't bring it up please."

Dylan chuckled. I pushed Dylan back so he was lying down once again and grabbed the ice, pressing it against the--

"Where did the burns go?" I asked with shock.

"Alphas tend to heal faster, love," Dylan said and took the ice from my hand. "I'm fine."

I pouted my lips and rolled off of him, grabbing a blanket and putting it on him. I took my shirt off and rummaged through Dylan's closet.

"Your butt looks like two watermelons," Dylan said and a kiss was placed on my left cheek.

"Dylan!" I scolded, pulling out a sweater and throwing it on.

"I could just eat you up," he added and turned me around. I looked down at him with a raised eyebrow, my cheeks feeling warm. He ignored my gaze and kissed my inner thigh, making me gasp.

"Every inch of you," he continued and kissed my other thigh.

"S-stop," I stuttered out and backed away from Dylan, turning around so I could close the closet.

"Why?" Dylan asked me, kissing the back of my thigh this time. "I enjoy seeing you all hot and bothered -- it turns me on."

I rolled my eyes and looked at him, my eyes boring into his. He stood up so he was taller than me, making me feel shorter than I already am.

"You're my shorty, you know?" He said and my cheeks turned warmer than they already were. "My cute, sexy shorty."

Dylan squeezed my ass and smacked it gently, making me bit my lip to stop from smiling.

"With a fine ass," he added.

"Dylan!"

He chuckled and pressed his lips against mine gently. I was pushed against a wall and lifted from the ground so my legs were around his waist.

I felt Dylan's hard on against me and I couldn't help the moan from leaving my lips when he shifted me on his lap.

"I think I'm going to move you to the bed," he mumbled, "strip you of everything thing you are wearing, and f**k you senselessly.

I hummed in agreement.

"I would like that very much," I replied and was immediately thrown onto the bed. Dylan crawled on top of me and crushed his lips against mine.