Warning: Sexual content

Nora's POV

"You missed Bella's graduation, Elenora."

Oh crap, the dreaded full name. Definitely not happy, then.

I sighed, placing my hand on my forehead and massaging my temples with my fingers as a dull ache began to form there. Of course, of course Bella had painted me as the bad guy to our dad, why wouldn't she? I could understand her upset but I honestly didn't mean to miss her graduation. What was I supposed to do though? We hadn't exactly left things on the best of terms since our last phone call, it would have been odd if I just rocked up like things were cool between us.

"Look, dad..." Thanks to the fact that he'd rudely awoken me from sleep, the early morning sun just peaking through the drawn curtains, my voice was drowsy and heavy with fatigue. "Things are complicated between me and Bella right now. She did something that hurt me and she won't apologise for it, so sue me for being upset. Besides, I didn't know if I'd be welcomed by her if I did go."

"She's your sister, Nora. And she–" He paused, his voice becoming significantly more somber. "We miss you."

I grimaced at the change in his tone, feeling a little guilty now. Had I really been upsetting them both that badly? It's not like I didn't speak to them-well, I spoke to my dad often. Not Bella, but that was no choice of mine. Each time I did call, it was left unanswered. There was only so many pleading voicemails I could leave.

Biting my lip, I decided I had to do something. I wouldn't have my dad hurt because of us. "Okay, well...would it make you feel better if I came back and sorted things out between us, in person? I'm tired of fighting with her. Plus, it'll be good to see my old man again." I smiled teasingly and it grew when his laugh reverberated through the phone. I hated upsetting my dad and it was unfortunate that the negative impact on him was a byproduct of mine and Bella's spat.

"Oh, that'll be great, Nora! I've missed you kiddo." I giggled at the excitement in his tone that he didn't even try to hide. Of course, I was still anxious about my situation with Bella and how I'd be received by the Cullen's but, at least I'd get to see him again; despite having an amazing time here I could honestly say I had really missed him.

"Alright then, just let me sort some things out and I'll call you to let you know when I'm coming back, okay?" He agreed happily and with a quick goodbye I hung up, holding my phone in my hands and tapping my foot against the floor, zoning out and staring at the wall. Things were probably going to get a lot more complicated in the next couple of days, it was safe to say I wasn't exactly happy about that. I'd already had a rough time of it recently, thanks to Aro and Caius who'd only just patched things up between themselves a day or two ago. I didn't need this mess on top of it, but Bella was still my sister, even if she was trying really hard not to be right now.

I jolted as a hand trailed up my back and snaked around my waist; with a squeal I was pulled to lay back on a comfortable lap. I smiled up at Marcus, but it faded as he stared forlornly down at me, his voice just as sad as my dad's had been."You're leaving us?"

"Well, about that..." I heaved out a hefty sigh, not really looking forward to the next bout of conversation we were going to have. "I was thinking that maybe, one of you could come with me and we could use this opportunity to arrange having my stuff brought over here? It had to be done at some point and this is the perfect time to do it."

His hand carded through my hair and his scarlet eyes looked knowingly into mine. "We can certainly do that, my love, but what troubles you? Is this not a happy occasion?"

"It is! Of course it is." I rushed to comfort him, hating the way he was looking at me like a kicked puppy. "I'm just sad–that I'm leaving him, that's all. I've also been struggling with what I'm going to tell him, what my reason could be for moving to Italy. He's not just gonna be cool with me moving out, especially to a completely different country."

Trailing his hand from my hair to caress down my neck, he hummed ponderously. "We will think of something, do not trouble yourself with that for now."

"Alright." I conceded, even though my mind was still swarmed with anxious thoughts. It had become foreign to me, all the worrying I used to do but since my little tiff with Bella my anxiety had reared its ugly head, much to my chagrin. Clearly all of this was reflected in my eyes because Marcus grumbled to himself, all of a sudden pulling me so I was now laying under him.

I blanched at the sudden movement and blinked up at him in shock. "Marcus!"

With a wolfish smirk he leant his face close to mine, the close proximity of his mischievous smile making me squirm. "I think you need a distraction, my love. I can't have you stressing like this all day." The coolness of his body was nothing compared to the heat that encompassed my entire being. His lips hovered tantalisingly close to mine, barely a millimetre apart. They looked so...soft and inviting.

Despite his sultry words, when our lips finally connected he was unexpectedly gentle, the gentlest of all of the Kings. There was...something though, underneath the softness–the urgency in which they moved against mine told me there was some need buried deep, waiting to be unleashed.

He struggled to pull his lips from mine and when he did I saw his eyes were now blanketed with something dark and haunting, an essence of sincere longing. He groaned almost as if he was in pain and turned his face from me, his hands digging into the sheets next to my head so tightly I was sure I heard them rip. "I can't, my love."

The harsh sting of rejection I felt at his words was foreign to me, especially considering how forthcoming Aro and Caius had been with their affections. I moved to sit up, but he was unrelenting and kept me caged beneath him.

Giving up on my attempt at breaking his hold on me I huffed irritatedly, craning my head to try and look at his face. "Why, what's wrong?"

When he did turn his face to look at me, his eyebrows were drawn together in an expression I couldn't decipher and when he spoke there was an air of trepidation. "I fear I do not possess the same strength and restraint that my brothers have when it comes to you, Nora. I do not wish to lose control with you, my love."

As if his own words had ignited a fire inside of him he groaned, pushing his face into my neck and whispering silkily in my ear, biting the lobe, sending pleasant chills down my spine. "But you do taste so sweet. I don't think I can help myself." His voice rumbled deeply against the sensitive skin of my throat as he dragged his lips across my exposed skin, his teeth nipping gently along my pulse point.

His hand, that had been playing loosely with the ends of my messy hair as he whispered to me, left goosebumps in its wake as it trailed over my uncovered skin, falling to clutch firmly at my bare thigh to draw it closer against his waist and press us ever closer together–my cheeks dusted a burning red at the contact. It had been a good choice to wear nothing but underwear and one of his shirts to bed it seemed.

My heart, as it always seemed to be doing around them, was beating like a drum and though my thoughts were becoming rather clouded, I could discern that it was now from nerves and not excitement.

"Marcus." I gripped his broad shoulders and pushed softly, trying to gain his attention. "Marcus–wait." Hearing the shakiness and urgency in my voice, he once again pulled away from me, his muscles straining against the thin material of his white button down.

I stared past his head at the ceiling, too bashful to look at him. What I wanted to talk about was embarrassing to me, especially considering the intimate position we were in–with him lying between my legs. It didn't really feel like the right time to be talking about something like this but it had to be done.

"I–" The words were stuck in my throat, waiting to be spit out but I didn't think I could face the mortification that would come with them. When I spared him a fleeting glance his eyes were now soft and wandering and had unspoken encouragement in them that gave me the strength to continue. "I haven't...ever done anything like this before." At least not willingly–but now really wasn't the time to bring that up.

When I was able to drag my eyes from the ceiling to stare at him, I wasn't surprised to see the shock and disbelief on his face, but I was surprised that he looked...happy. His lips stretched into a breathtaking smile and he leaned to press a sweet, adoring kiss to my lips. "There is no need to be shy, darling. That only means that I will be the first to show you how much I adore you–if you permit it, of course."

He wouldn't know, but the fact he'd asked my permission, even though I knew that was a completely normal thing to do, meant the world to me and chased away my fears.

"I–I, just...can we take it slow?" I wanted to be intimate with them, god I did but I didn't want to push myself too far and end up exposing things to them too soon. Unfortunately that had already happened with Aro, I didn't want it to happen again. Not if I could help it.

He nodded, softly trailing his hand against my waist in a comforting manner, trying to chase away my lingering nerves. "Of course, my love. You need only say the word and I'll stop."

"Thank you." I mumbled, distracted when he slid that same hand under my shirt to experimentally touch my skin, my nerves tingling and goosebumps rising at the soft attention.

I hummed in appreciation, lifting my hand to cup his jaw, guiding his perfect soft lips back to mine. I shuddered when he teasingly ran his tongue over my bottom lip, trying to coax my mouth open. I took a shot at playing hard to get, grinning into the kiss when he growled out of frustration.

Reaching the end of his patience, he crushed his  lips harshly to mine, pulling his hand from my shirt to graze over my breasts and wrap loosely around my throat, squeezing with a light pressure. Shocked and liking the action more than I cared to admit, my body went slack and I surrendered, allowing him entrance.

He didn't even waste a second, delving in with fervour and massaging his cold tongue reverently against my own like he was a starving man. Any battle I made for dominance was lost, useless.

"Ah!" I gasped sharply when he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth roughly, only to then release it and headspinningly soothe the shock of pain away with his tongue.

The rough attention was new to me and left me breathless; as he presumably wanted all I could think and feel and smell was him. He drew away from me and I moaned in protest, my hand tangling in the base of his hair to keep his lips pressed against mine, the coolness of them giving my burning lips some relief.

His supernatural strength won out and he pulled back only a fraction, looking down at my pleading expression with a cocky smirk. "You are a dangerous creature, la mia sirena." He breathed, releasing my throat to brush his thumb over my heated lips. "Così deliziosa." I all but melted at the sweet gesture and sensual words, even if I didn't know what he had said.

As he admired our position, my chest heaving with the struggle it was taking to force air into my lungs and my thighs pressed snugly against his waist, it was like something in him snapped. As if he was suddenly a man possessed he ripped open the buttons to his black button down I had worn to bed, my red lace bra now exposed to his wandering eyes.

"Marcus! Wha–"

I was cut off as he bent his face to my chest, biting roughly and almost violently against the soft swells of my small breasts, laving the burning wounds with his icy tongue the same way he had done to my lips. I moaned and squirmed, tightening my grip on his hair. What little thought I still possessed was not mad at the sudden, rough action as I thought I would be. Instead I found it...thrilling.

I had struggled to admit it to myself considering how abrasive and aggressive my past 'experience' had been but, there was some odd, frightening urge deep inside of me that craved for the violence he had been holding back–an unflinching need to feel all of him; his darkness, his strength, to feel his teeth that could so easily destroy me biting at my skin. I had yet to see the darker aspects of their nature. They were always so doting and kind so to see him, all of him–it was invigorating.

My hands tugged on his own shirt incessantly and he soon got the message, saving me the trouble and all but tearing it off himself, giving me only a moment to admire and touch his lean but muscular body before feverishly returning his teeth and mouth to my skin.

My hands seized the sheets and I quivered and moaned uncontrollably as he travelled down my body, biting, grasping, sucking and worshipping every available inch of skin he could find.

My breath hitched and my body stiffened when I felt him dangerously close to the hem of my underwear. Feeling the change in my body he stilled, lifting his head to look at me.

"Do you need me to stop, mia anima?" He was panting, his voice raspy and strained. I could discern through his own body language how badly he wanted this, he was shaking with the strength it was taking to not continue.

His care for me, even when his mind was clouded with lust, was enough for me to make my decision. "...No."

At my answer he grinned reassuringly, lowering his face to my inner thigh and placing a soft, barely there kiss against my heated flesh, all the while looking up at me through his lashes.

"Oh, God." I whimpered, letting my head fall back as he trailed kisses and bites of pure fire closer to my arousal. My heart raced and thrummed in my ears as the anticipation built, only to let out a frustrated groan as he switched over to my other thigh. He chuckled at my misery which vibrated against my sensitive flesh, sending pleasurable shocks through me. "Marcus, I...I—please."

I didn't know what I was begging for, but the burning need I felt to have him finally touch me where I wanted him to was unbearably strong.

When our eyes met, Marcus's were hooded with want. The look he pinned me with nearly froze the blood in my veins–he was borderline feral. With expert hands he hooked his fingers into the band of my blood red underwear, meeting my half—lidded eyes with a reproachful look. I knew he was asking me if it was alright for him to continue.

When I shakily nodded he licked his lips darkly, hungrily, pulling the soft material down my trembling thighs, smirking sinfully when I lifted my hips to help him.

Things were painfully quiet for a moment; I couldn't bring myself to look down at him, my nerves at being exposed so openly and intimately in front of his wandering eyes overcoming me, my face turning a bright red. I started when my thighs were suddenly lifted, placed over his sturdy shoulders. Snapping my head to look downwards the sight that greeted me was the most...erotic thing I had ever seen.

Marcus was close, so close, looking at me through his lashes once more. "You are...bellissima, my love." His cool breath against my hot skin sent a sudden jolt of pleasure skyrocketing through me, my heart beating so quickly in my chest I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I bit back a moan, the building sensitivity of my arousal was almost painful at this point, growing wet at his admiration.

Finally answering my desperate pleas Marcus roughly whispered against my bruised flesh. "You have been so patient, my darling. Relax now...let me give you your reward."

My eyes screwed shut tightly in pleasure, my head falling back against the sheets of the bed and my legs closing on instinct as he gently, slowly and torturously placed short, flat licks along my intimate folds, teasing for a moment before he took my clit into his mouth, sucking it gently and scraping his teeth.

"Fuck! Marcus!" I mewled, every inch of my skin flushing a hot pink as I dissolved into the pleasure pulsing through my whole body.

I reached for him, any part of him I could get my trembling hands on in desperation, my hips rocking, chasing that strange ache and pressure pooling in my abdomen that felt so good. I settled on gripping his hair and yanking, harshly tugging, scratching my nails against his scalp only encouraging him and making his mouth move faster, tongue delving deeper–he was all but devouring me. He was switching, between sucking and licking and it was driving me mad.

His hands grabbed at my thighs, nails sinking into my flesh–the mix of pain and pleasure was exquisite, driving me closer and closer. I felt like I was...drowning, sinking, my head spinning and heart pumping so quickly I thought it would beat out of my chest. My hips ground harder and faster, rolling against his tongue in a rhythm now. As I did so, he groaned, the feeling nearly tipping me over the edge I was dangerously close to falling off of.

"Oh God! Marcus!" I cried breathily, barely even able to form words as my pleasure peaked, my hips stuttering to a stop and my back arching as burning shockwaves of bliss pulsed through me, my tired body collapsing against the soft sheets when they eventually passed.

As I recovered, for a moment the room was still and quiet; that changed however when Marcus, seeming to be trapped in some sort of daze, began to devour me again as if he had never stopped, harder and quicker then he had before making my gasp in shock.

"Fuck..." I sucked in a sharp breath as his tongue flicked relentlessly at my clit, hard pace spurred on by my seeking hands that once again pulled at his hair, his large hands spreading my thighs when they tried to close at the overstimulation of my sensitive clit. It felt like...too much, the ache between my legs so intense I could barely think straight as he basically fucked me with his tongue.

My cheeks burned as that throbbing, coiling tension returned. With one last merciless lick I came undone, crying out loudly and shivering in exhaustion as I closed my eyes, soaking in the euphoria I felt. My pale skin was burning, blushed from my efforts to get any air into my lungs. I sluggishly moved my half–lidded eyes to look at him as I felt him move away from me.

I felt like a deer pinned in the sights of the hunting wolf as he came to hover over me once more, his eyes still wild with desire and his hard bulge straining the material of his trousers, pressing against my stomach.

I thought he was going to kiss me or initiate something else, but instead he pulled the covers to the left of me back and helped me get underneath, climbing in with me and wrapping me in his arms. Pressing his lips to the crown of my head, his voice was hushed and contented when he spoke. "Sei stato cosi bravo, amore mio. Sei divino."

Too tired to respond and still trembling slightly, I ran my hand over the smooth expanse of his toned chest, tilting my head to kiss his angular jaw.

"Tu sei tutto." He murmured, the rumbling of his chest making me even more tired. "Sleep now, my love." I didn't need to be told twice, curling into his cool chest and quickly dropping off. My last thoughts before sleep claimed me were a revelation.

Did I...love them?

Shit.