What The Heart Wants

[4l1s0n]

Why must we fight? We have so much in common, maybe that's it. But I don't want to fight him. I want to get to know him, learn all about him, help him learn to read and write. He thinks he is so smooth, but I know his secret and I want to help him before the others find out as well.

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[4l1s0n]

We kiss like we are fighting. Our hands ripping at each others clothing, our bodies writhing and thrusting, we flip each other, rolling around on the floor as we each try to gain the upper hand.

Our mouths never leave the others though. Be it the lips or skin, we are tasting and licking, exploring each others face and neck. We are both free of clothing and he is back on top of me. Our hard cocks rubbing as he gets ahold of my hands and presses them to the floor.

He looks down at me, his mouth dripping with my blood, his eyes full of lust and strength. I hiss at him to cover up a whimper of need, "Do it!"

[m4rc3l_c]

I snarl at him. "Like I asked for your fucking permission.." And I mean it. Whether he wanted it or not I would take him. The lust in me for him too much. I need him, my cock aches to pound him, my balls ache to empty into him.

I let go of his hands and pin him to the floor by his neck wrapping my fingers round his throat, putting most of my weight into it and hold him there. My other hand slaps at his thigh demanding he open them wide, lift them up for me.

Then I am sinking my cock in him, slamming it deep, looking down at his face, staring into those eyes that think they rule me, snarling at him, at the much needed tightness on my cock, at the fact that like this he is no better than me, I own him.

Even if it's for this short amount of time he is mine and I am going to make him know it.

[4l1s0n]

I've never been one for the rough stuff, but the look in his eyes, the feel of his hands demanding from me... I can't help myself. I spread my legs and feel him plunge deep inside me. I arch my back and cry out, but the tight hold on my neck restricts the sound.

Fuck it's so good! My hands grip his shoulders, pushing him away yet my fingers dig into his skin keeping him close. I wrap my legs around him, the heels of my feet pressing against his ass as my hips buck up to meet his every thrust!

My eyes never leave his. My mouth open as I gasp for air, gasp in pleasure of him taking me, gasp to cry out his name and demand more!

[m4rc3l_c]

I pump my cock into him, balls deep with every thrust, deep and hard. I can feel his throat work under my fingers for the air he doesn't even need but it also works to cry out my name and I want to hear that. I want to hear his voice full of need saying my name.

I let go of his neck and grab first one wrist then the other pulling them off me and pinning them down beside his head never taking my eyes from his. I slow my thrusts down keeping my cock deep inside him grinding it into him feeling every bit of him clench around me.

I grunt with the effort as roll my hips feeling his heavy cock pressed between us leaking and wet with need as he grinds back against me. I lean down as if to kiss him but I don't, I stop short of that. I want to feel his breath on my lips, on my face. I look into his eyes and whisper against his lips. "You're mine aren't you Alison, you belong to me don't you.."

[4l1s0n]

Gasping for air when he lets go of my neck, I feel the air sucked out of me when he speaks. I want to deny it, I don't want to give him the upper hand - but I can not.

I pant out, "Marcel... fuck fuck yes, yes. Oh fuck yes yours..."

I fight against his hold of my wrists loving how his hands tighten and his grip hurts me. My cock slips between our sweaty bodies but it's only a tease of what I need.

Growling I lift my back up pressing my cock to his belly, the hair there sending shock waves through me, "Oh fuck please please..."

[m4rc3l_c]

I snarl at his pleading and renew my thrusts pounding my cock into him. I push on my hands lifting myself up and away from him clenching his wrists in my grip, all my weight on them, feeling his legs strengthen their hold on me.

I sneer down at him. I let go of one of his hands and run my fingers down his chest scratching his flesh with my nails then splaying my hand out over his stomach clasping at his skin so close to his needy cock feeling the head of it thump wetly on the back of my hand.

"Please.. please.." I mock him and slam my cock into him with each word wanting to hear him beg me to be touched, needing to hear him plead for it as I feel my balls start to tighten. "Please.." I look down into his eyes and it all blurs. It may just be me begging him. "Please... Alison."

[4l1s0n]

My eyes widen when he presses down on my stomach. The pressure making his cock pound against my prostate and it feels fucking fantastic! The his words - oh fucking hell his please!

I tighten my muscles around his cock and with my free hand grab him by his hair and pull him down into a passionate frenzy of a kiss. The change in angle sends me over the edge and my muscles contract with my pulsing orgasm.

My entire body shaking as I cum hard against my chest, my hips bucking up and my legs wrapping tighter around him. Pulling on his hair he pulls back and once again looks in my eyes.

Panting and flushed I beg him, "Cum Marcel, cum for me!"

[m4rc3l_c]

I grab his hand pulling it off my hair and pin it back down desperately wanting to be away from him but at the same time my hips grind into him plunging my cock hard and deep. I want to defy him to the last second but my breath stutters and my eyes don't leave his as I do exactly what he begged of me.

My balls tighten, my cock pulses, my hips jerk, and I empty myself in him as I gasp and tremble. My fingers clench around his wrists and my arms shake as my orgasm rolls over me, great waves of ecstasy tearing me apart and I fight to not call out his name but the force of it is too much. " Yes! Oh Alison, yes!"

[4l1s0n]

Our eye contact never waivers. Loving the way he is holding me down but needing to touch him I whimper, "Marcel..."

Pulling my right leg up I rub my knee against his hip and slowly rock my hips feeling his cum make his cock move so fluidly inside me. I lick my lips and moan at his taste wanting more.

[m4rc3l_c]

I look down at him and go still as the frenzy of need wears off and my mind starts to panic racing at what the fuck is going on here, he's won, he's fucking won and I bet he's pleased with himself too, now I'm all out there, he knows everything.

I start to feel like I can't breath and everything is closing in on me and I look around realising where we are and that's it, I need out.

I pull away from him cursing and scrambling to untangle myself and get to my feet. "Fuck! Where are my fucking clothes?!" I grab at what's left of them on the floor. "Fucking hell!" I sense movement from him and I shift away from him quickly, not even bothering to attempt to put on what's left of my clothing just holding it in front of me. "Stay the fuck away from me."

Then I am out the door not caring as I'm confronted by Lord Edward. I tell him to fuck off too, that I'm out of here. I want out. I don't want this.

[4l1s0n]

I move toward him when he pulls away and starts to flip out. "Marcel no, please..."

He is scrambling for his clothes then he hollers at me to stay away from him. That hurt. I clench my jaw and start to holler at him that HE is the one that claimed I was now HIS! But he takes off.

Shit! I stand up and run after him not caring that I'm naked - fuck there's Lord Edward and Ash now I care! Fuck! Holy fuck he just told them to fuck off!

Lord Ash turns to me his eyebrows up. All I can do is cup my cock and balls and stand there like nothing is amiss.

"Well... fine night we are having hmm?"

Fuck.

[edward_w]

I expected this to come sooner or later. I watch Marcel storm off down the hall in the direction of his quarters and I hope the others have heeded what I said and keep out of his way then I turn and look back at Alison. I eye his bloody nakedness up and down then look at Ash who is having way too good a time looking at Alison. I raise my eyebrow at him and he sticks his tongue out at me. I give him a cool smirk and turn away. I'll deal with him later.

I turn back to Alison not impressed. "I would not call this a fine night." I slip off my jacket and hold it out to him. "Sort it." I lean in close as he takes it. "Without fighting." I give him a look that all of them know by now means I'm serious.

[4l1s0n]

I take his jacket and cover myself careful not to get it soiled, but I'm a mess and it's gets dirty anyway.

"Yes, my Lord. Thank you."

They walk off and Lord Ash turns and winks, "Nice begging by the way!"I close my eyes and hang my head to the sound of his laughter. Fuck. Going back into the den I grab our clothing and head to my quarters to get cleaned up

[m4rc3l_c]

I get to my room and I pace around, I feel cornered, trapped, like I can't breath. I grab some clothes but then realise I am covered in blood so I get into the shower

[4l1s0n]

Fucktard won't even talk through the damn door!

I grab the knob and turn it prepared to push it off it's fucking hinges, but it's unlocked. Wow, he is upset if he forgot to lock it. I hear the shower running and sit on his bed waiting for him.

My mind drifts and I start to go through his blood memories. Really nothing there I didn't already know or suspect. He is a bit of a softy actually. I smile at that and rather like that only I know that. Well me and Lords Edward and Ash.

Hmmm, he likes me. I touch my face and feel the heat, fuck I'm blushing! I shake my head and laugh at myself. I frown though when the shower continues to run. Standing I walk into his bathroom to check on him.

Grabbing one of the lush towels on his stand before I turn I stop in my tracks when I see him. I don't want him to hurt.

"You know you and I are alot alike Marcel. And I think this family is damn lucky to have us both."

I swear if he throws the soap at me it is on!

[m4rc3l_c]

I hear him come in and I'm just going to take whatever he throws at me. I'm sick of fighting. I've had enough.

You know you and I are alot alike Marcel. And I think this family is damn lucky to have us both.

Fuck what ploy is he playing at now? What is this suddenly be nice to Marcel day or something. I lift my head enough to look at him from out under all my wet hair. I eye him warily. "Oh really, and how is that exactly Alison? Because from where I see it. Actually I don't see it."

I wave at him with my hand. "You're..." I'm not about to admit he is smart dammit but he is. "You fit in." I look up at him all the way. "I don't. It's simple." Cause I'm not educated or classy. I'm dumb. And I'm not about to say that to him because he already knows and he will just rub it in my face.