Dealing With Him

XVII

(Mature Content)

I avoided Dylan for the next two weeks. He tried talking to me and getting me to come to his room but I knew that it would only lead to s*x. So... I avoided him like the plague. I knew I was going to be in for it.

The pack doctor came by earlier today and told me how I no longer needed the stitches. After taking them out, I decided to rest and watch Netflix. A loud knock at the door made me jump and look away from the television. I saw Dylan leaning against the door with a smirk on his face, his golden eyes gleaming with mischief as he walked in and closed the door behind him.

Please put on a shirt, I thought.

"Good morning," Dylan greeted. "How have you been?"

I puckered my lips and looked away from him, continuing to watch the show.

This is stupid, Clarke whined. Change the show.

I rolled my eyes and changed the show to 'Lee Daniel's Star.'

Dylan sat beside me but didn't touch me, watching the television. However, his eyes didn't look like they were paying much attention.

"What do you want, Dylan?" I asked him after several minutes of silence.

"I want to know why you avoided me for the past two weeks," he replied and finally looked at me. He was grinning. "Is there a reason, love?"

I nodded.

"Will you tell me?"

I shook my head.

"Why?"

I shrugged, "Because I'm watching a show."

Dylan's grin widened and he finally moved closer to me. I hummed and rest my head on his shoulder, letting his scent engulf me.

"You love me, right?" Dylan asked.

I rolled my eyes.

"Duh."

"Well, if you loved me, you would tell me why."

I glared at him and said, "I'm not going to tell you."

Dylan groaned and wrapped his legs around my waist, his arms around my waist while he whined into my neck.

"Please," he whined.

"It's not even important, Dylan," I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"Then you would tell me."

I turned to Dylan and sighed, "Because I knew that you would try something. Duh."

I rolled my eyes and continued watching the show. After watching the television for half an hour and not saying anything, I groaned and crawled on top of Dylan so I was straddling him and held onto his shoulders. He ignored me and adjusted himself so he could see the show.

"Dylan," I whined, "I'm sorry."

He grunted, "You're a bully."

I whined again and rest my head between his shoulder and neck. I slowly began to kiss his shoulder, making him go stiff. My kisses went from his shoulder to his neck, red marks slowly forming as I sucked on his flesh. I heard him almost let out a deep moan but he coughed to cover it up.

"Talk to me," I said quietly and continued my way up to his ear. I nibbled on his earlobe and he groaned quietly, biting his lip.

"Stop it, Aria," he grumbled and glared at me.

"You don't like it when I tease you?" I whispered in his ear and kissed in front of it.

"Correct," he replied.

"Well... now you know how I feel when you do it."

I pulled away from Dylan and rolled off of him, continuing to watch the beginning of a new episode. Dylan huffed and got up, walking to the washroom. Minutes passed and when he finally came out, a smirk was on his face.

"What are these?" He asked me, pointing at the hickeys.

"My markings on you," I answered with a cheeky grin. "Since you haven't marked me and I haven't marked you, I should show everyone that you're mine in some way."

Dylan stopped walking for a moment.

"What do you mean you haven't marked me?"

I rolled my eyes.

" You really haven't been reading about the hounds," I muttered and looked back at him. "Shadow hounds mark their mates -- female and male."

I turned back to the show and sighed. Dylan walked towards me and sat at the end of the bed. I watched him with an arched eyebrow, my cheeks becoming warm as he pulled me to him and slowly began to kiss my thighs.

"So far," he said to me and his hands went to my shorts, pulling them down ever so slowly, "I've used my fingers, and my--"

"What is your point, Dylan?" I squeaked when my shorts were fully gone.

Dylan smirked and kissed my inner thigh. I bit down on my lip to stop from moaning. I could tell that Dylan was going to use his precious time because of, in his words, 'how long it took for me to get over the stupid wounds.'

"I haven't gotten a chance to use my tongue yet."

"Yes, you have," I argued.

"Not in the way I wanted to."

I covered my face with my pillow to stop from moaning as he kissed around my scorching area. My body felt like it was on fire and I removed the pillow, breathing heavily.

"Dylan," I protested when he continued to kiss my inner thighs. "Stop teasing me."

Dylan chuckled, "We have all day, love. I think I'm going to use this precious time."

I groaned loudly but it turned into a moan when Dylan lightly kissed my s*x through my panties. The temperature of my body went up by what felt like a million degrees. With a tug, my panties ripped off of my body and Dylan's tongue made contact with my c**t, swiping his tongue up along my slit.

"Oh God, Dylan!" I cried out with ecstasy as his tongue played with my burning lowers and I moaned loudly, struggling to catch my breath. I could hear Dylan chuckle darkly and I growled.

His tongue circled around my entrance and I snarled in frustration, bucking my hips up and forcing his tongue inside of me. Dylan grabbed onto my legs and squeezed them roughly as he began to eat me out with more hunger.

"Oh, God!" I cried as his tongue found an area that made my hips jerk up. He didn't move from there as he stretched out my muscles. I moaned loudly as I became closer and closer to my climax. I finally came and screamed out Dylan's name as my muscles tensed up, soon relaxing.

"Jesus..." I breathed out and kept my eyes closed as I tried to recollect my breathing.

Dylan crawled up to my face and when I opened my eyes, I was greeted with two golden ones staring down at me. Dylan smirked and pressed his lips against mine, purposely taking his time as he began to take his shirt off.

Groaning with impatience, I grabbed a fistful of Dylan's shirt and tugged at it, hearing it rip before the sounds of buttons hitting the floor were heard. Dylan began laughing and I took that as my chance to flip us over so I was on top of him. Dylan's laughing stopped and I saw him visibly swallow.

"Not laughing anymore?" I asked with a grin and took my T-shirt off, exposing my red bra and breasts. Dylan's attention moved to my chest and his golden eyes darkened.

My hand went down his bare chest and stopped at the buttons of his jeans. I unbuttoned them and unzipped his flyers, yanking his pants down without moving from my spot on his now hardened member.

"Not so high and mighty as we were last time, eh?" I asked with a smirk and played with the strap of his boxers. My hand slipped through the briefs and grabbed his c**k, making him groan throatily. While one of my hands were busy doing that, the other was pulling his boxers down.

"Aria," Dylan groaned out. "Don't."

"Don't what?" I asked and finally pulled them down. When I did, I slipped Dylan's length into me and moaned lowly, biting my lip while my eyes stayed on Dylan's. I knew that Dylan didn't know what he was telling me "don't" for, but it made me feel in control knowing that I could give him that kind of effect.

I brought my hips up and then down, bring rewarded with a groan from Dylan. I held onto his shoulders and continued to move up and down, looking down at Dylan's chest, my mouth agape and my eyes closed, as I moaned as I continued to ride him.

"f**k, yes, Aria," Dylan let out and held onto my hips, giving me the sign that he wanted me to move faster.

The faster I moved, the closer I was to reaching my highest. With one more thrust in, I moaned softly as I felt myself release, Dylan following right after.

I got off of Dylan and laid on his chest, breathing heavily.

"Another round?" Dylan asked after a couple of minutes of silence.

There was one word I heard Clarke whisper from the back of my mind at what Dylan requested: Rabbits.