His Temptation

First Kiss

"What?" Jack blurted out. Did he hear it right? How could she even say it so casually? He couldn't understand. He couldn't even figure out how to talk with her because he feared he wouldn't be able to control himself. And here, she wanted a kiss from him? This must be a dream. One of his illustrious dreams!

In the beginning, it was alright. She was like a child. But over the years, as she grew up before his eyes, he saw what a beautiful woman she had become. It baffled him how his once ignorant feelings were changing into something deeper and darker. Especially his desires were over the top since she was not only about to reach her legal age, but also her wolf would be awakened any time now.

"Uncle Jack," Avery looked at him, her eyes full of lust even if they were small and dazed. "No, could you be Jack for only tonight?" She giggled mischievously.

It was a side Jack had never seen. But he liked it. He liked how forward and brave she was with her feelings. But more than that he was happy and relieved. He had no idea what he did right to have earned it, but he was glad the feelings were mutual. It won't be hard for him to get her now. He sat there, feeling a desire running from his heart, to his chest, and down toward his manhood, making him uncomfortable under his pants.

"Jack, you said if I answered you honestly, you would reward me. Come on, reward me," Avery stretched her hands outwards, inviting him to come closer. She pouted her lips, and closed her eyes, leaning towards Jack. He was so focused on her amber eyes that were passionate that he did not even notice how much closer she was now. Their bodies radiated the same heat, their hearts held the same desire.

Was she serious? Jack's heartbeat increased. He couldn't breathe in that tension. How was he supposed to avoid her? What if she holds her accountable the next morning? She was the one drunk. Not him! But how was he going to resist her longer? She looked tempting, a perfect seductress. Never once could any woman catch his attention. Then she grew up. She makes him crazy in a way he thought was impossible.

"You are drunk, behave!" Jack clenched the steering wheel, looking away. It was the last bit of restraint he had. He wished she had stopped there. Because if she made any other move, he wouldn't be able to stop. He knew, that if he got even a little taste of hers, he wouldn't be able to wait till she was eighteen. How could he? He had already waited for a long time. These feelings were not alien to him. It has been tormenting him for almost a year or more now.

"Drunk? You are the one drunk. You always drink at home, outside, and back at home!" she commented, giggling.

"You!" Jack got a little angry.

How dare she criticize him like that? She knew nothing about him. He turned to face her, but his heart froze. His eyes widened in shock. But a different, stronger feeling soon replaced it. Avery's face was now only a few inches away. When did she move this close? Was she serious about the kiss? Should he kiss her? It was she who had been insisting on it anyway.

"Avery," his voice came out rather soft and charming.

Before he could finish whatever he wanted to say, he felt a pair of soft, plump lips crash on his. He gulped hard, all his control melting away. She cupped my face, taking the lead. Her fingers dug into his shirt as she pulled him closer. She seemed inexperienced, struggling her way in, but determined to get her reward as she tried to push her tongue inside his mouth.

Avery, you brought this on yourself. He thought to himself, parting his lips, giving her a brief passage. He had to teach her a lot, but now he had to lead on. It was their first kiss. From how she was doing it, he had a fair idea it might have been her first kiss entirely. He had his doubts that she might never remember it. But he was still going to ensure it was worthwhile.

Jack moved his hands, lacing his hands with his. When their hands intertwined, he noticed just how small they were. He could wrap his fingers around her entire hand. He cleared his head, ignoring any second thoughts. He was glad at how comfortable and enthusiastic she was next to him, his worries vanishing away. It was only him and her and everything else faded away. Just as quickly as her hands laced with his, he pushed her onto the car seat. He leaned over her, appreciating her pretty face. He had longed to kiss her, hold her in his arms. He had imagined a thousand ways to do this.

She panted at the sudden change in the situation. It was a welcoming gesture sending ripples down her body. She twitched her legs, feeling her underwear moisten, blushing hard. She had not noticed how close he was, immersed in watching over his perfect face, his blue eyes shining brightly at her. They held so many emotions that she couldn't figure out at that moment. She finally realized how close he truly was when his lips confined hers, looking for a passage to get further inside; gentle yet passionate, soft yet assertive, loving yet lustful all the same.

Her body responded with such eagerness that he couldn't believe it was all true. But as she started kissing him back, he regained his poise, reminding himself of what was happening; he was really kissing her, she was really kissing him. He could feel her scant essence, lavender, and something he couldn't figure out yet. She wasn't eighteen yet. But it was there.

Avery closed her eyes, basking in this strange yet satisfying feeling. A strong masculine smell of oak and citrus enthralled her nostrils, making her even more aroused. She had wanted this for a long time, but how could she have acted on it given their relationship? But in that small space inside his car, a dark street, nothing else mattered except them. No matter how many ways she had imagined this, nothing could have been more perfect than this moment. This kiss was like a cool breeze, soothing until it became addictive. Her small hands were pressed into his, his body weighing over hers yet still feeling like a feather. She was so small compared to him that she fit into him like a glove. They were so close that they were no longer two beings but one, burning with the same feelings.

Jack deepened this kiss, snaking one arm around her small waist. The way her round green entrancing eyes fluttered to a close made his heart skip a beat. Their tongues moved in harmony, exploring each other, tasting their mouths. He felt like it was the first light of a morning sky, gentle yet powerful, shattering his restraints and doubts. He knew he was falling fast and hard for her irrevocably, craving her scent. He would never be able to let go of this feeling when she was so close to him.

She gasped, breaking free for some air. She cursed at her lungs, wanting more air at this crucial moment, panting, looking at him intensely. She had stopped his world for a moment when she pulled away. But the way she was staring into his boring blue eyes, nothing compared to enchanting green orbs, he realized his stupid lungs needed a break too.

When she felt a little better, she moved up, pushing him to his seat. As he separated from her, he felt like his heart was pulled out of his chest by force. But when she swiftly moved to his lap, his heart pounded against his chest. He forgot to breathe again. His hands missed her tiny palms.

"Will you regret this tomorrow morning?" He asked, gulping hard. He could never return from here. Not after he had tasted her, basked in her scent, and held her so close. He wanted more, a lot more.

"Never," she said with confidence and determination, making him skip a beat. She leaned closer to start from where they had left, wrapping her hands around his neck so that she could run them through his hair.

Alas! Before they could resume the kiss, she fell asleep. Damn alcohol, he thought. But if not for it, he would never have realized she liked him too.

"I hope you don't forget this. I will hold you responsible for this," he whispered, giving a soft peck on her lips, his heartbeat increasing even though he finally found some peace.