Smutshot Series
Title: The Nip: Nowhere In Particular
Completed: 12-24-2023
Pairing: Bella/Peter
Location: A bar somewhere in the middle of nowhere, Texas
Word Count: 4424
Completed: 12-24-2023
Pairing: Bella/Peter
Location: A bar somewhere in the middle of nowhere, Texas
Word Count: 4424
The N I P: Nowhere In Particular
I tried to tell him. That motherfucker thought he knew better than the tingles. I told him to stay away from Pennsylvania when he left on that little mission to find himself, and what did he do? He went to Pennsylvania. He met her. She fucking ruined him… stole his spirit. The mighty Major Jasper Whitlock was now reduced to a pansy-ass with no will of his own, and by a goddamn psychotic pixie, no less.
Lucky for him I now had an ace in the hole. My mate was the key to bringing back Jasper. The tingles didn’t give me that little tidbit until the day she walked her fine ass into my bar in Texas, wearing a tied-up dark green plaid shirt and painted-on jeans. What nearly knocked me on my ass was that she was a human!
Lucky for him I now had an ace in the hole. My mate was the key to bringing back Jasper. The tingles didn’t give me that little tidbit until the day she walked her fine ass into my bar in Texas, wearing a tied-up dark green plaid shirt and painted-on jeans. What nearly knocked me on my ass was that she was a human!
My mate was a human who knew about the supernatural world. I knew this because my bar could only be found by supes or humans who had lived in the supernatural world. I had a witch place the protections on it so that supes had a safe place to let loose.
After plopping her small self on one of the barstools and pulling something from her back pocket, I stopped in front of my mate and asked, “Welcome to The NIP. What can I do for ya, Doll?”
She lightly slapped her license on the counter with a credit card, then said, “Three double shots of Jameson.” I internally approved of her choice, but as I was reaching out to take a look at her license, she finally looked up at me. Her face paled considerably as she groaned “Awe, shit.”
I chuckled, looked at the license quickly to get her info, then assured her when the tingles said to. “No need to fuss, Doll. You’re safe here.”
Isabella Swan was her name, and she was a 23-year-old with a Washington address.
Her eyes went wide at my statement, then she quickly looked around the bar to see that the 5 patrons here were all vamps. She let her head fall to her folded arms on the bar, then griped, “Fucking Christ. Really? I search all over the fucking US for those assholes for 5 years, when all I had to do was walk into a vamp bar in nowhere-goddamn-Texas?”
I chuckled, then offered, “Well, I don’t know which assholes you’re talking about, and technically, this is a supe bar, not just a vamp bar. You only found it because you’ve clearly been touched by the supernatural.”
Her head came up, and I made a point to look at her bitten wrist. The tingles told me then that Jasper was the one who saved her from the nomad who bit her, so I digested that tidbit as I watched the look on her face go from understanding to confusion. “You’re going to have to produce those shots before I can handle whatever explanation you have.”
I turned and grabbed the Jameson from the shelf, then poured Isabella’s 3 double shots. “Name’s Peter, Doll, and I’m the owner.”
She nodded, downed the first shot, then sucked in a harsh breath before going straight for the second. After setting the glass down, she opened her eyes to meet mine, then said seriously, "Isabella, as you already saw. You can call me Isa, though. How was I only able to find this place because I was touched by the supernatural?”
I grinned, “Because I had a witch put protections on it. I wanted my bar to be a place where supes could relax and let loose without worrying about what they portray to the unknowing humans.”
She shook her head, “Okay, I can see that being a good idea, and damn… I now know that there are actual witches with powers… but I thought vamps couldn’t drink. Don’t you just yack it back up like human food?”
I shook my head, “Nope. We can drink. Sometimes I think this lot drinks more booze than blood.”
It seemed like she had some kind of lightbulb moment, then she grabbed my arm from the bar in a rush, “Wait… shit… you don’t have a vamp named Victoria that comes here, do you? Flame red hair?”
A dart hit the dartboard as Jade offered, “That vamp is trouble. Serious trouble… but no. She doesn’t come around here.”
Isa let out a breath as she released my arm, “Good. She killed my dad in front of me, then killed 2 shifters while trying to flee the area. All because the coven I was involved with killed her tracker boyfriend, who tortured and bit me.”
Though the guys started murmuring, Jade called out as she headed our way, "Woah, wait. Back up, little bird. Say what now?"
Isa let out a long breath, downed her final shot, then double-tapped her empty shot glass on the bar. I quickly filled all 3 shot glasses, the tingles telling me to keep them going.
Isabella downed 2 of the 3, then said as she turned enough to show Jade her wrist, "Three nomads showed up while I was with the coven. When James called me a snack, the coven got protective. James made tracking me into a game. Laurant wanted nothing to do with it, so the coven leader directed him to friends. James caught up with me in Phoenix, which is where I used to live, then made me believe he had my mom by calling from my old house. I ditched the two coven members I was with and went in trade, so he would release her. Thankfully he never had her. It was just a video that caught her frantically calling out for me."
I shook my head, then braced myself. The tingles told me this was gonna get bad. She let out a breath, downed the final shot, then rubbed the scar on her wrist while saying, "As he threw me around and broke my bones, he tried to get me to beg for the coven to save me. He was videotaping it all, and he planned to leave it with my body for them to find after he drained me. They found me just as he bit me. Instead of letting the venom spread, the one I cared about the most sucked the venom out as a couple of the others tore James apart."
Jade plopped down on the barstool facing my mate while I refilled the shot glasses again. After shaking her head, she asked softly, "Did your vampire or his coven not feel Victoria was a threat?"
Isabella let out a disbelieving laugh, "My vampire… he was never mine. I was nothing more than a test of his precious self-control. I was his singer, so I was something to conquer. Either way, there was one in the coven who tried to tell them that leaving Victoria alive was a bad idea. None of them listened to him, just like they never really listened to me."
Again, Jade's voice was gentle as she asked, "So what about your dad, little bird? Did they go after her then?"
Isabella shook her head with a snort, downed another 2 shots, then said in disgust, "Not even close. I nicked my finger opening a birthday present, and all of them except the one from earlier flipped the fuck out. My vampire was starting to lose his shit, and the one from earlier was watching him. All hell broke loose. My vamp pushed me back, I fell onto a table full of crystal plates, and when the crash sliced my arm wide open, they attacked each other."
Jade shook her head in disgust as Isa showed us a long scar up her inner forearm, then she said, "I don't get it. Why wouldn't they turn you? What vampire hates his life so much that…"
Her eyes went wide as they found mine, then she laughed loudly, "Oh, fuck! Really? Of course, they would take in a human, only to leave her fragile, denying her vampirism time and again. Little bird, it was the Cullens, wasn't it?"
Isa nodded, "They fucking left me, after all of their promises of family and eternity. A week later, Victoria realized I was no longer protected. She viciously killed my dad in front of me, claiming he would be the first of many, and I needed to feel her pain. Then she killed two of the resident shifters as she fled the area, knowing I had ties on the reservation. Of course, the alpha blamed me for ever getting involved with vamps in the first place, and now I can't even go home until I'm stronger. They ran me out of Washington. I've been searching for the Cullens ever since. They need to pay… well, all except for Jasper. He was the one who tried to tell them. I’m too scared to even call and check up on my mom and step-dad, for fear that she’ll target them next. They’ve only stayed safe this long because I’ve made no contact."
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I said as gently as I could, “Excuse me for a minute, Doll.”
I knew my eyes were black as coals, but I needed to be far away from my mate to fuck shit up right now. Her eyes stared into mine as she nodded, already knowing what I planned, “Tear some shit up for me, too, since I obviously can’t.”
I was out the door after giving her a wink. Once outside, I whispered to Jade, knowing she could still hear me, “Keep her safe, Jade. She’s my mate.”
After plopping her small self on one of the barstools and pulling something from her back pocket, I stopped in front of my mate and asked, “Welcome to The NIP. What can I do for ya, Doll?”
She lightly slapped her license on the counter with a credit card, then said, “Three double shots of Jameson.” I internally approved of her choice, but as I was reaching out to take a look at her license, she finally looked up at me. Her face paled considerably as she groaned “Awe, shit.”
I chuckled, looked at the license quickly to get her info, then assured her when the tingles said to. “No need to fuss, Doll. You’re safe here.”
Isabella Swan was her name, and she was a 23-year-old with a Washington address.
Her eyes went wide at my statement, then she quickly looked around the bar to see that the 5 patrons here were all vamps. She let her head fall to her folded arms on the bar, then griped, “Fucking Christ. Really? I search all over the fucking US for those assholes for 5 years, when all I had to do was walk into a vamp bar in nowhere-goddamn-Texas?”
I chuckled, then offered, “Well, I don’t know which assholes you’re talking about, and technically, this is a supe bar, not just a vamp bar. You only found it because you’ve clearly been touched by the supernatural.”
Her head came up, and I made a point to look at her bitten wrist. The tingles told me then that Jasper was the one who saved her from the nomad who bit her, so I digested that tidbit as I watched the look on her face go from understanding to confusion. “You’re going to have to produce those shots before I can handle whatever explanation you have.”
I turned and grabbed the Jameson from the shelf, then poured Isabella’s 3 double shots. “Name’s Peter, Doll, and I’m the owner.”
She nodded, downed the first shot, then sucked in a harsh breath before going straight for the second. After setting the glass down, she opened her eyes to meet mine, then said seriously, "Isabella, as you already saw. You can call me Isa, though. How was I only able to find this place because I was touched by the supernatural?”
I grinned, “Because I had a witch put protections on it. I wanted my bar to be a place where supes could relax and let loose without worrying about what they portray to the unknowing humans.”
She shook her head, “Okay, I can see that being a good idea, and damn… I now know that there are actual witches with powers… but I thought vamps couldn’t drink. Don’t you just yack it back up like human food?”
I shook my head, “Nope. We can drink. Sometimes I think this lot drinks more booze than blood.”
It seemed like she had some kind of lightbulb moment, then she grabbed my arm from the bar in a rush, “Wait… shit… you don’t have a vamp named Victoria that comes here, do you? Flame red hair?”
A dart hit the dartboard as Jade offered, “That vamp is trouble. Serious trouble… but no. She doesn’t come around here.”
Isa let out a breath as she released my arm, “Good. She killed my dad in front of me, then killed 2 shifters while trying to flee the area. All because the coven I was involved with killed her tracker boyfriend, who tortured and bit me.”
Though the guys started murmuring, Jade called out as she headed our way, "Woah, wait. Back up, little bird. Say what now?"
Isa let out a long breath, downed her final shot, then double-tapped her empty shot glass on the bar. I quickly filled all 3 shot glasses, the tingles telling me to keep them going.
Isabella downed 2 of the 3, then said as she turned enough to show Jade her wrist, "Three nomads showed up while I was with the coven. When James called me a snack, the coven got protective. James made tracking me into a game. Laurant wanted nothing to do with it, so the coven leader directed him to friends. James caught up with me in Phoenix, which is where I used to live, then made me believe he had my mom by calling from my old house. I ditched the two coven members I was with and went in trade, so he would release her. Thankfully he never had her. It was just a video that caught her frantically calling out for me."
I shook my head, then braced myself. The tingles told me this was gonna get bad. She let out a breath, downed the final shot, then rubbed the scar on her wrist while saying, "As he threw me around and broke my bones, he tried to get me to beg for the coven to save me. He was videotaping it all, and he planned to leave it with my body for them to find after he drained me. They found me just as he bit me. Instead of letting the venom spread, the one I cared about the most sucked the venom out as a couple of the others tore James apart."
Jade plopped down on the barstool facing my mate while I refilled the shot glasses again. After shaking her head, she asked softly, "Did your vampire or his coven not feel Victoria was a threat?"
Isabella let out a disbelieving laugh, "My vampire… he was never mine. I was nothing more than a test of his precious self-control. I was his singer, so I was something to conquer. Either way, there was one in the coven who tried to tell them that leaving Victoria alive was a bad idea. None of them listened to him, just like they never really listened to me."
Again, Jade's voice was gentle as she asked, "So what about your dad, little bird? Did they go after her then?"
Isabella shook her head with a snort, downed another 2 shots, then said in disgust, "Not even close. I nicked my finger opening a birthday present, and all of them except the one from earlier flipped the fuck out. My vampire was starting to lose his shit, and the one from earlier was watching him. All hell broke loose. My vamp pushed me back, I fell onto a table full of crystal plates, and when the crash sliced my arm wide open, they attacked each other."
Jade shook her head in disgust as Isa showed us a long scar up her inner forearm, then she said, "I don't get it. Why wouldn't they turn you? What vampire hates his life so much that…"
Her eyes went wide as they found mine, then she laughed loudly, "Oh, fuck! Really? Of course, they would take in a human, only to leave her fragile, denying her vampirism time and again. Little bird, it was the Cullens, wasn't it?"
Isa nodded, "They fucking left me, after all of their promises of family and eternity. A week later, Victoria realized I was no longer protected. She viciously killed my dad in front of me, claiming he would be the first of many, and I needed to feel her pain. Then she killed two of the resident shifters as she fled the area, knowing I had ties on the reservation. Of course, the alpha blamed me for ever getting involved with vamps in the first place, and now I can't even go home until I'm stronger. They ran me out of Washington. I've been searching for the Cullens ever since. They need to pay… well, all except for Jasper. He was the one who tried to tell them. I’m too scared to even call and check up on my mom and step-dad, for fear that she’ll target them next. They’ve only stayed safe this long because I’ve made no contact."
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I said as gently as I could, “Excuse me for a minute, Doll.”
I knew my eyes were black as coals, but I needed to be far away from my mate to fuck shit up right now. Her eyes stared into mine as she nodded, already knowing what I planned, “Tear some shit up for me, too, since I obviously can’t.”
I was out the door after giving her a wink. Once outside, I whispered to Jade, knowing she could still hear me, “Keep her safe, Jade. She’s my mate.”
BPOV
As soon as Peter was out the door, I looked at Jade. “Okay, somebody needs to explain to me why Peter was fine until I confirmed it was the Cullens.”
The female smiled at me sadly, “Jasper is Peter’s sire.”
I gasped, “Fuck, really? Let me guess… they haven’t talked the whole time he’s been with the Cullens. It would be just like Edward to look down on Jasper for keeping in contact with Peter.”
She shook her head, but it was one of the men who said sourly, “Go back even further, Sweets.”
I furrowed my eyebrows as I stared into his ruby eyes, thinking silently for several minutes. When I finally figured it out, I gasped while my eyes widened, “Alice! I knew something was off about her claiming they were mates! None of the others ever treated their mates like she treated him. I always wanted to yank Jasper away from Alice when she got going because I could practically see all the confidence get sucked right out of him. Unfortunately, I wasn’t in a position to stand up to a coven full of vampires at the time, and every one of them would’ve backed her.”
That’s when Peter said from behind me, “You will be soon, Doll… that is… if you still want the strength to make them pay for your father’s death.”
I gasped and turned in Peter’s direction. He was dusting himself off and straightening his tee, which now had a small hole at the bottom and a rip in the sleeve. I asked seriously, “You want to turn me? Why? I’m not stupid enough to think you’re doing this out of the kindness of your dead heart. What do you get out of this?”
Before he could answer, the female asked, “First, what have you really been told about becoming a vampire and the newborn phase?”
I shook my head, “One bite, shit tons of ‘kill me now’ pain for 3 days, and then I’d be a blood-thirsty, emotional wreck for 12-18 months until I learned control. Though… Jasper did kinda snort at that, but Edward scowled and it was let go. What am I missing?”
Peter laughed outright, “Of course. The prude wouldn’t give her the good shit. He’s so uptight, he wouldn’t know a single thing about how to deal with a sexually charged female. Doll, what you have to realize is this. Feeding on human blood, you don’t have the fight you have on animal blood. You’re already on the good stuff, so you have more control. Newborns gain control pretty quickly on human blood, as long as they feed regularly. Plus, feeding is erotic for all involved. Yes, it fills the most basic need of nourishment, but watching someone hunt is seriously sexy. The hunt, the feed, and the feeling of power you have while doing it are erotic for the one hunting. You’ll be a baby vamp needing supervision. How to hunt is taught to you by your sire. No matter which one of us you want to turn you, you will look to that person to fill all your needs, even sexual ones… and I can guarantee you wouldn’t be turned down.”
He raised his eyebrow at me, then smirked, “So what do I get? I would get the extreme treat of pleasuring a sinfully gorgeous woman for at least 12 months. Just as important, though, is I would get my sire back. I’d be raising you up to be tough enough to kick anyone’s ass you go against, because when we go against the Cullens, we’re going to break whatever hold that fucking demon twinkle fairy has on my sire. Us, together, will make the Cullens pay and get my sire back. Then we have the long process of teaching him to be the vampire he truly is again, and I’ll need your help for that, Doll. Win-win for both of us.”
I let out a heavy breath, “I have a feeling there’s more to that last statement of yours about Jasper, but it can hold for now. Right now, I want to have a couple more shots, then we can revisit the part of your explanation where you said how much of a treat it would be to pleasure me.”
The female snickered, “Atta girl!” as the guys all wolf-whistled and laughed outright. Meanwhile, Peter smirked at me, winked, and hummed, “Anytime, Doll. Just say the word.”
After another shot, I officially met the female named Jade, and the male I spoke to named Dom. Dom then introduced me to the other guys, Aaron, Nate, and Micha.
I handed Peter the iPod out of the front pocket of my shirt, then suggested, “It’s too quiet in this place. Find something you like on here.”
Nate grinned, “Awesome. The girls are almost here, so we can really get this night started.”
I asked as Miranda Lambert filled the room singing ‘Gunpowder and Lead’, “The girls?”
Nate grinned as he motioned between him, Aaron, and Micha, “Our mates. They took a shopping trip, so we decided to hang out here. Kota, my mate, just texted to say they were 5 minutes out. With Char’s driving, though, make that a minute and a half.”
I nodded, then asked, “And the speed demon is mated to who?”
Aaron smiled, “Me, and Adrianna is Micha’s mate.”
I looked between Dom and Jade, but they cracked up and both shook their heads. Jade offered, “Neither of us is mated, little bird. Nor is our host.”
I turned to Peter, then winked and nodded, “We’re definitely revisiting that previous topic later.”
In response, he let out the most beautiful laugh I think I’d ever heard. I couldn’t help but smile widely in return.
As Peter lined up more shots, he slid me a piece of paper and a pen, saying, “While you’re coherent, write down where you’re currently staying. We’ll need to be able to close out your bills and collect your things, since you’ll be in the process of turning before dawn.”
I wrote down the word ‘here’, then slid it back to him with a smirk, saying as I shrugged, “I’ve been living out of my truck, pretty much. Everything I have is in it. Cold truck stop showers suck, though.”
A petite blonde plopped down on the stool beside me, sighing, “Time for a top off, Pete. My usual, please?”
She turned to me then, holding out her hand, “Hi. I’m Charlotte, but everyone just calls me Char.”
I grinned as I shook her hand, “Isabella, but you can call me Isa.”
Peter set down what looked like red wine for Char, but the color was slightly off. It took me only a split second before I realized, “Top off… ah, okay. Doesn’t that mess with the flavor, though?”
Char chuckled, took a sip, then offered with a hum, “Not at all. It’s like adding your favorite toppings to your ice cream. Either one tastes great alone, but they're somehow better together.”
Peter got the other girls their drinks as they introduced themselves, then hopped over the bar as Trace Adkins came through the speakers singing 'Muddy Water’. Before I knew what happened, he had twirled me out into the open space and into his arms. I chuckled as my hand landed softly on his chiseled chest, my body flush with his, “Well, hello there, Sexy.”
My eyes fluttered, and I hummed as a tingling sensation spread through me when Peter's hands slid from my bare lower back to rest in my back pockets. My hands slid up to play with the ends of his hair as we started moving, and I watched as his eyes fluttered before connecting with mine.
I bit my lip at how sexy just that one simple action was, but he groaned before leaning in to lick my lip. With a deep moan, I released my lip and soon found his tongue tangling with mine in a slow, erotic kiss.
As the kiss turned even more erotic, I found my hands grabbing fistfuls of Peter's hair, holding him to me. That brought a sexy moan from his chest, which vibrated straight through me.
When I broke the kiss with a gasp, Peter lifted me by the backs of my thighs. I wrapped my legs tight around his hips as he said without looking away from me, "Stay as long as you want, but don't forget to lock up when you leave."
At my questioning look, Peter whispered against my ear, "I have a flat upstairs, and I'm hoping you want to continue what we just started."
In answer, I pulled Peter's mouth back to mine. This kiss was just as erotic as the first, and it felt like my arousal was near the breaking point before he even reached the top of the stairs.
At the top, Peter pinned me to the door with his body, then glided his hands up my sides to cup my breasts as he groaned into my neck, "Fuck, Isa. You feel incredible, and your arousal has my head swimming with desire. You smell like tart strawberries and sweet cream."
He nipped my neck, licked my jawline, then his obsidian eyes connected with my chocolate ones. His voice was gravelly as he said, "Now's your last chance to back out, Isabella, otherwise I will spend until dawn making you cum as much as possible. Then, when you’re completely spent, I will turn you.”
With my lips a hair away from his, I groaned, “You’re stalling, Peter. Open this door. My need to feel your hands and mouth on me -your cock inside me- is almost consuming it’s so strong.”
As soon as Peter was out the door, I looked at Jade. “Okay, somebody needs to explain to me why Peter was fine until I confirmed it was the Cullens.”
The female smiled at me sadly, “Jasper is Peter’s sire.”
I gasped, “Fuck, really? Let me guess… they haven’t talked the whole time he’s been with the Cullens. It would be just like Edward to look down on Jasper for keeping in contact with Peter.”
She shook her head, but it was one of the men who said sourly, “Go back even further, Sweets.”
I furrowed my eyebrows as I stared into his ruby eyes, thinking silently for several minutes. When I finally figured it out, I gasped while my eyes widened, “Alice! I knew something was off about her claiming they were mates! None of the others ever treated their mates like she treated him. I always wanted to yank Jasper away from Alice when she got going because I could practically see all the confidence get sucked right out of him. Unfortunately, I wasn’t in a position to stand up to a coven full of vampires at the time, and every one of them would’ve backed her.”
That’s when Peter said from behind me, “You will be soon, Doll… that is… if you still want the strength to make them pay for your father’s death.”
I gasped and turned in Peter’s direction. He was dusting himself off and straightening his tee, which now had a small hole at the bottom and a rip in the sleeve. I asked seriously, “You want to turn me? Why? I’m not stupid enough to think you’re doing this out of the kindness of your dead heart. What do you get out of this?”
Before he could answer, the female asked, “First, what have you really been told about becoming a vampire and the newborn phase?”
I shook my head, “One bite, shit tons of ‘kill me now’ pain for 3 days, and then I’d be a blood-thirsty, emotional wreck for 12-18 months until I learned control. Though… Jasper did kinda snort at that, but Edward scowled and it was let go. What am I missing?”
Peter laughed outright, “Of course. The prude wouldn’t give her the good shit. He’s so uptight, he wouldn’t know a single thing about how to deal with a sexually charged female. Doll, what you have to realize is this. Feeding on human blood, you don’t have the fight you have on animal blood. You’re already on the good stuff, so you have more control. Newborns gain control pretty quickly on human blood, as long as they feed regularly. Plus, feeding is erotic for all involved. Yes, it fills the most basic need of nourishment, but watching someone hunt is seriously sexy. The hunt, the feed, and the feeling of power you have while doing it are erotic for the one hunting. You’ll be a baby vamp needing supervision. How to hunt is taught to you by your sire. No matter which one of us you want to turn you, you will look to that person to fill all your needs, even sexual ones… and I can guarantee you wouldn’t be turned down.”
He raised his eyebrow at me, then smirked, “So what do I get? I would get the extreme treat of pleasuring a sinfully gorgeous woman for at least 12 months. Just as important, though, is I would get my sire back. I’d be raising you up to be tough enough to kick anyone’s ass you go against, because when we go against the Cullens, we’re going to break whatever hold that fucking demon twinkle fairy has on my sire. Us, together, will make the Cullens pay and get my sire back. Then we have the long process of teaching him to be the vampire he truly is again, and I’ll need your help for that, Doll. Win-win for both of us.”
I let out a heavy breath, “I have a feeling there’s more to that last statement of yours about Jasper, but it can hold for now. Right now, I want to have a couple more shots, then we can revisit the part of your explanation where you said how much of a treat it would be to pleasure me.”
The female snickered, “Atta girl!” as the guys all wolf-whistled and laughed outright. Meanwhile, Peter smirked at me, winked, and hummed, “Anytime, Doll. Just say the word.”
After another shot, I officially met the female named Jade, and the male I spoke to named Dom. Dom then introduced me to the other guys, Aaron, Nate, and Micha.
I handed Peter the iPod out of the front pocket of my shirt, then suggested, “It’s too quiet in this place. Find something you like on here.”
Nate grinned, “Awesome. The girls are almost here, so we can really get this night started.”
I asked as Miranda Lambert filled the room singing ‘Gunpowder and Lead’, “The girls?”
Nate grinned as he motioned between him, Aaron, and Micha, “Our mates. They took a shopping trip, so we decided to hang out here. Kota, my mate, just texted to say they were 5 minutes out. With Char’s driving, though, make that a minute and a half.”
I nodded, then asked, “And the speed demon is mated to who?”
Aaron smiled, “Me, and Adrianna is Micha’s mate.”
I looked between Dom and Jade, but they cracked up and both shook their heads. Jade offered, “Neither of us is mated, little bird. Nor is our host.”
I turned to Peter, then winked and nodded, “We’re definitely revisiting that previous topic later.”
In response, he let out the most beautiful laugh I think I’d ever heard. I couldn’t help but smile widely in return.
As Peter lined up more shots, he slid me a piece of paper and a pen, saying, “While you’re coherent, write down where you’re currently staying. We’ll need to be able to close out your bills and collect your things, since you’ll be in the process of turning before dawn.”
I wrote down the word ‘here’, then slid it back to him with a smirk, saying as I shrugged, “I’ve been living out of my truck, pretty much. Everything I have is in it. Cold truck stop showers suck, though.”
A petite blonde plopped down on the stool beside me, sighing, “Time for a top off, Pete. My usual, please?”
She turned to me then, holding out her hand, “Hi. I’m Charlotte, but everyone just calls me Char.”
I grinned as I shook her hand, “Isabella, but you can call me Isa.”
Peter set down what looked like red wine for Char, but the color was slightly off. It took me only a split second before I realized, “Top off… ah, okay. Doesn’t that mess with the flavor, though?”
Char chuckled, took a sip, then offered with a hum, “Not at all. It’s like adding your favorite toppings to your ice cream. Either one tastes great alone, but they're somehow better together.”
Peter got the other girls their drinks as they introduced themselves, then hopped over the bar as Trace Adkins came through the speakers singing 'Muddy Water’. Before I knew what happened, he had twirled me out into the open space and into his arms. I chuckled as my hand landed softly on his chiseled chest, my body flush with his, “Well, hello there, Sexy.”
My eyes fluttered, and I hummed as a tingling sensation spread through me when Peter's hands slid from my bare lower back to rest in my back pockets. My hands slid up to play with the ends of his hair as we started moving, and I watched as his eyes fluttered before connecting with mine.
I bit my lip at how sexy just that one simple action was, but he groaned before leaning in to lick my lip. With a deep moan, I released my lip and soon found his tongue tangling with mine in a slow, erotic kiss.
As the kiss turned even more erotic, I found my hands grabbing fistfuls of Peter's hair, holding him to me. That brought a sexy moan from his chest, which vibrated straight through me.
When I broke the kiss with a gasp, Peter lifted me by the backs of my thighs. I wrapped my legs tight around his hips as he said without looking away from me, "Stay as long as you want, but don't forget to lock up when you leave."
At my questioning look, Peter whispered against my ear, "I have a flat upstairs, and I'm hoping you want to continue what we just started."
In answer, I pulled Peter's mouth back to mine. This kiss was just as erotic as the first, and it felt like my arousal was near the breaking point before he even reached the top of the stairs.
At the top, Peter pinned me to the door with his body, then glided his hands up my sides to cup my breasts as he groaned into my neck, "Fuck, Isa. You feel incredible, and your arousal has my head swimming with desire. You smell like tart strawberries and sweet cream."
He nipped my neck, licked my jawline, then his obsidian eyes connected with my chocolate ones. His voice was gravelly as he said, "Now's your last chance to back out, Isabella, otherwise I will spend until dawn making you cum as much as possible. Then, when you’re completely spent, I will turn you.”
With my lips a hair away from his, I groaned, “You’re stalling, Peter. Open this door. My need to feel your hands and mouth on me -your cock inside me- is almost consuming it’s so strong.”
He growled as he quickly took my mouth in a passionate kiss, and before I knew it, he was carrying me through the room as I rushed to undo my top. I heard two thunks, then managed to see he had toed his boots off. The instant he let me down, I yanked my shirt off, then went for his. It was gone before I could reach it, though, and Peter was kneeling in front of me, eyes black and full of desire.
He hummed into my flesh as his lips kissed a trail just above the low waist of my jeans. My hands wove into his hair while I let out a pleased sigh. With a smirk up at me, he quickly had me removed from my boots, jeans, and socks, then sat back on his heels to take me in.
He hummed into my flesh as his lips kissed a trail just above the low waist of my jeans. My hands wove into his hair while I let out a pleased sigh. With a smirk up at me, he quickly had me removed from my boots, jeans, and socks, then sat back on his heels to take me in.
I was left wearing only my mint unlined bra and thong set; Peter’s shining obsidian eyes and low growl clearly said he liked what he saw. I was proven right when he nuzzled his face against my lace-covered slit, licked the soaked material, then looked up at me and pinched both of my clearly visible nipples with a hum. I couldn’t help but whimper in need at his actions as he groaned against my skin, “Fucking gorgeous, Isabella. I knew you would be.”
Before I could register what was happening, Peter had me laid out on his bed, the satin of the comforter cool and soft against my back. Peter crawled up between my thighs, pressing his suddenly naked body against mine the whole way. He felt incredible against me, and it only got better when I felt his cock pressing against the thin lace covering my core. I gasped and hitched my leg against his hip, moaning as his face hovered above mine, “Christ, Peter. Touch me, please.”
His mouth went to lick the line of my jaw as he hummed, “Oh, I’m gonna do more than just touch ya, Doll… but first I need those pretty nipples uncovered.”
I arched up a bit, and he deftly unsnapped my bra. He tossed it away without a care, his focus on my tight nipples. With a deep groan that vibrated through me straight to my core, he captured the bud with a teasing lick and scrape of his teeth. My gasp was loud in the room, but I didn’t care.
My hand automatically wound into his dark hair, holding him to me. “Fuck, again.”
He captured my neglected nipple and repeated his actions, then returned to suck deeply on the first. My whimper of need filled the room, and I suddenly felt his hands guiding my thong off my body. It quickly met my bra on the floor.
I found myself spread open as Peter looked down at me with hungry eyes. His eyes weren’t staring at my neck, though. They were staring at my core… and he was licking his lips.
Before I could even contemplate what that meant, Peter had his face between my thighs. I cried out loudly as the sensation of both his mouth and fingers teased me. “Oh, fuck, Peter. Don’t stop.”
With a flick of his tongue to my clit, he moaned, “I’m not leavin’ this spot until ya cum for me at least twice, Doll.”
Then he sucked on the little nub as two of his cool fingers entered me fully. I gasped, then groaned as he quickly got to work with both his mouth and fingers.
My first orgasm hit me pretty quickly, and when the sensation faded, I thought Peter would slowly work me back up. When Peter automatically sucked hard on my clit while vibrating his fingers inside me before I had even fully come down, my cry of his name was loud in the room.
My second orgasm slammed into me with such intensity, I could only gasp and try to ground myself by fisting my hands in the comforter. My ecstatic cries seemed to please Peter, and they only got louder when he groaned around my clit and thrust his fingers deep again.
When I finally started floating back down, Peter was hovering over me, a soft smile on his face. When my eyes met his, he hummed while slowly pressing his length against my slit, “There you are. Look at me, Isa.”
My eyes stayed connected with his as he pressed fully into me, but I couldn’t help groaning as my eyes rolled back when he fully seated himself, “Sweet Hell, you feel so good.”
I was rewarded with a passionate kiss as Peter started moving inside me, each slow but purposeful thrust driving my body into more of a frenzy. When I finally couldn’t take it anymore, I pushed on his shoulder and brought my knees up his sides.
He quickly flipped us so I was on top, and I immediately lowered and ground my core into his. We both moaned loudly, and I set a quicker pace that we both seemed to enjoy immensely. I couldn’t get enough of his hands on my body, or his passionate groans of my name.
Each time one of us would cum, we’d end up switching positions, but what surprised me, was Peter would bury his face between my thigh after every few positions. He never failed to cause an earth-shattering orgasm with his mouth and fingers in the most incredible ways, and his eagerness was extremely sexy.
The sun was just starting to come up as he lightly smacked my ass and pointed to the headboard, “Up. On your knees for me, and spread those sexy thighs, Doll.”
I quickly did as he bid, and when I settled with me knees as far apart as I comfortably could, Peter slid up behind me. I gasped as he thrust up inside me, his hands eagerly reaching my breast and clit. He hummed while leaving open-mouthed kisses along my left shoulder, “That’s right. Let it fill ya, Isabella. Cum with me one more time, and I’ll give ya forever.”
I was quickly worked into a frenzy, my body trembling on the edge of release, and Peter grunted during a purposefully deep thrust, “Give it to me, Doll. Cum hard on my cock.”
The dam burst, and I cried out loudly as both our orgasms let loose, “Yes, Peter!”
With a loud growl while I was at the height of my release, Peter thrust inside me one more time, then bit down on the join of my neck and left shoulder. He drew hard once, then after a minute, pain started leaking through the pleasure of my release.
Peter carefully withdrew from me as he licked his bite closed, then gently moved me to lay against the pillows. He pressed his lips against my whimpering ones, promising, “Focus on what’s important, Isabella. I’ll be right here with ya, and you’ll wake in 3 days.”
Three days. I had fought for 5 years for these next 3 days. There was no way I was going to forget that Peter was the one to finally give me the means to avenge my father.
~FIN~
Before I could register what was happening, Peter had me laid out on his bed, the satin of the comforter cool and soft against my back. Peter crawled up between my thighs, pressing his suddenly naked body against mine the whole way. He felt incredible against me, and it only got better when I felt his cock pressing against the thin lace covering my core. I gasped and hitched my leg against his hip, moaning as his face hovered above mine, “Christ, Peter. Touch me, please.”
His mouth went to lick the line of my jaw as he hummed, “Oh, I’m gonna do more than just touch ya, Doll… but first I need those pretty nipples uncovered.”
I arched up a bit, and he deftly unsnapped my bra. He tossed it away without a care, his focus on my tight nipples. With a deep groan that vibrated through me straight to my core, he captured the bud with a teasing lick and scrape of his teeth. My gasp was loud in the room, but I didn’t care.
My hand automatically wound into his dark hair, holding him to me. “Fuck, again.”
He captured my neglected nipple and repeated his actions, then returned to suck deeply on the first. My whimper of need filled the room, and I suddenly felt his hands guiding my thong off my body. It quickly met my bra on the floor.
I found myself spread open as Peter looked down at me with hungry eyes. His eyes weren’t staring at my neck, though. They were staring at my core… and he was licking his lips.
Before I could even contemplate what that meant, Peter had his face between my thighs. I cried out loudly as the sensation of both his mouth and fingers teased me. “Oh, fuck, Peter. Don’t stop.”
With a flick of his tongue to my clit, he moaned, “I’m not leavin’ this spot until ya cum for me at least twice, Doll.”
Then he sucked on the little nub as two of his cool fingers entered me fully. I gasped, then groaned as he quickly got to work with both his mouth and fingers.
My first orgasm hit me pretty quickly, and when the sensation faded, I thought Peter would slowly work me back up. When Peter automatically sucked hard on my clit while vibrating his fingers inside me before I had even fully come down, my cry of his name was loud in the room.
My second orgasm slammed into me with such intensity, I could only gasp and try to ground myself by fisting my hands in the comforter. My ecstatic cries seemed to please Peter, and they only got louder when he groaned around my clit and thrust his fingers deep again.
When I finally started floating back down, Peter was hovering over me, a soft smile on his face. When my eyes met his, he hummed while slowly pressing his length against my slit, “There you are. Look at me, Isa.”
My eyes stayed connected with his as he pressed fully into me, but I couldn’t help groaning as my eyes rolled back when he fully seated himself, “Sweet Hell, you feel so good.”
I was rewarded with a passionate kiss as Peter started moving inside me, each slow but purposeful thrust driving my body into more of a frenzy. When I finally couldn’t take it anymore, I pushed on his shoulder and brought my knees up his sides.
He quickly flipped us so I was on top, and I immediately lowered and ground my core into his. We both moaned loudly, and I set a quicker pace that we both seemed to enjoy immensely. I couldn’t get enough of his hands on my body, or his passionate groans of my name.
Each time one of us would cum, we’d end up switching positions, but what surprised me, was Peter would bury his face between my thigh after every few positions. He never failed to cause an earth-shattering orgasm with his mouth and fingers in the most incredible ways, and his eagerness was extremely sexy.
The sun was just starting to come up as he lightly smacked my ass and pointed to the headboard, “Up. On your knees for me, and spread those sexy thighs, Doll.”
I quickly did as he bid, and when I settled with me knees as far apart as I comfortably could, Peter slid up behind me. I gasped as he thrust up inside me, his hands eagerly reaching my breast and clit. He hummed while leaving open-mouthed kisses along my left shoulder, “That’s right. Let it fill ya, Isabella. Cum with me one more time, and I’ll give ya forever.”
I was quickly worked into a frenzy, my body trembling on the edge of release, and Peter grunted during a purposefully deep thrust, “Give it to me, Doll. Cum hard on my cock.”
The dam burst, and I cried out loudly as both our orgasms let loose, “Yes, Peter!”
With a loud growl while I was at the height of my release, Peter thrust inside me one more time, then bit down on the join of my neck and left shoulder. He drew hard once, then after a minute, pain started leaking through the pleasure of my release.
Peter carefully withdrew from me as he licked his bite closed, then gently moved me to lay against the pillows. He pressed his lips against my whimpering ones, promising, “Focus on what’s important, Isabella. I’ll be right here with ya, and you’ll wake in 3 days.”
Three days. I had fought for 5 years for these next 3 days. There was no way I was going to forget that Peter was the one to finally give me the means to avenge my father.
~FIN~