Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee
Chapter 80 He Wants To Be My First (Genevieve Swan)
“Huh?” she queried Wolvin once more, anticipating his response with curiosity.
“I hunt, eat, shit, and go to sleep,” Wolvin nonchalantly remarked, his gaze fixed on her, his nose wrinkling in mild disgust.
“Eh! We’re in the middle of a meal-,” she griped, intentionally avoiding Bellamy’s gaze, who was silently urging her to be quiet.
“What? I’m just stating the obvious. It’s common courtesy not to bring up such things while people are enjoying their food,” she wrinkled her nose and simulated a gag.
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Wow! I can’t comprehend what Bellamy finds appealing in her. She exhibited such impolite behavior, constantly striving to undermine someone’s confidence.
“Then why do you keep spitting shit out of your mouth? Did we ever complain?” Wolvin, who I thought wouldn’t even bother, spoke up and left her bewildered. She quickly sought the support of Bellamy, as if silently asking him to come to her defense.
“You’re on your own,” Bellamy grunted, and then resumed eating. She fell into silence, her gaze fixed on Bellamy, before she forcefully slammed her hand on the table and stood up, ready to leave.
Once she left, everyone halted their eating and burst into laughter. Emre and Caspian were particularly boisterous, while Wolvin chuckled quietly.
“Guys! She’s just—feeling overwhelmed. It’s not like she’s always like that,” Bellamy swiftly intervened, defending her. While the others didn’t pay much heed to it, I took notice and sensed it too.
What was it about her that, despite being such a trouble, could make him defend her and even love her?
Fortunately, dinner concluded without any further interactions, allowing me to exit the mansion for a leisurely stroll with my mates.
“The weather here is delightful,” I commented, adjusting the soft jacket Bellamy had lent me and gazing at the star-studded sky. Caspian and Emre walked behind us, exchanging their daring tales, while Wolvin strode ahead. His hands were in his brown p*ants’ pockets, and his head was lowered. I could never fathom what he was pondering. He consistently maintained a quiet demeanor, lost in his thoughts.
“I believe my pack’s air is joyous to have a princess gracing its lands,” Bellamy remarked, causing me to playfully nudge him with my elbow and let out a giggle.
“I can’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to be in bed with you, let alone having s*ex—” His sentence trailed off as I bashfully shook my head, cutting him off.
“I’m serious, Genevieve!” Bellamy’s sudden halt caught the attention of the others.
“You two go on ahead,” he swiftly addressed their slowing strides. Emre and Caspian exchanged a perplexed glance before complying, quickening their pace, likely aiming to pester Wolvin.
“I’m eager to know when it could become a possibility,” Bellamy had circled back to the topic of our intimacy. It was h*ard to fathom that this was the same individual who once detested the mere idea of being with me. Now, all he seemed to talk about was t*ouching me and growing intimate with me.
“Monique mentioned the full moon,” I replied, wondering how we would decide who gets to claim me first.
By now, I had come to realize that Caspian and Bellamy possessed a strong alpha ego; they would likely want to be the first. However, simultaneously, Emre considered himself a skilled warrior, believing he was superior due to the intense training he had undergone throughout his life. “That’s only five days away,” Bellamy grinned uncontrollably, his eyes and determination making me retreat within myself.
“Don’t be so bashful. I’ll be tender at the beginning, but I can’t guarantee the same afterward,” he joked, though I could sense he was also preparing me for the new experiences that would come once he accessed that phase of my existence.
“Bellamy! I’m certain the others would also-” I paused as his smile dimmed, and he vigorously shook his head.
“I find it more enjoyable when it’s just the two of us,” he remarked.
“I get that, but I’m discussing who goes first,” I whispered, noting the crease on his forehead.
“That’s not even a question. It’ll be me,” he stated firmly, his finger pointing to his chest. The gravity in his tone and the directness in his expression made it clear that things could get quite chaotic.
“But-” I began to object, and he shut his eyes, tilting his head back to face the sky, seemingly attempting to compose himself.
“Darling! Who asked you first?” he finally lowered his head and inquired. “You did,” I replied.
“Then it’s settled. They don’t even care, so why should you bother?” he shrugged, and momentarily, he managed to persuade me that it wouldn’t be a significant issue.
However, that didn’t erase the memory of what he had mentioned to me while we were in the shower. He had asserted that he would f*uck me tonight. Just contemplating the idea unsettled me. I don’t believe I was prepared for it.
“What’s on your mind?” he smirked, as if he had overheard me conversing with myself.
“Nothing,” I fibbed, bashfully tilting my head to the side when I noticed him looking at my exposed n*eck. Without much hesitation, he drew nearer and encircled his arm around my back, gently guiding me against his chest. I was too self-conscious to react. He was doing this out in the open. And even though there was nobody on the street except for my mates, I still felt as though I was under observation.
He then nestled his face into my n*eck and placed a tender k*iss there, causing my heart to flutter within my chest. The way his hand traced back along my body, I surmised he was feeling my heartbeat, tracking it with each k*iss he planted on my n*eck.
His gentle caress was overwhelming me. I shut my eyes as he softly nibbled on my skin, prompting a suppressed moan to escape my l*ips.
We were so engrossed in one another that the idea of the others didn’t even enter our thoughts, until I heard someone shout.
“We also need some time with her.”