Identity Pt. 03

"Yes," Vicente nodded to the unfinished sitting area in the back. "It's a slow going project, but I love watching my ideas coming together. It's become a get away for me; a place to come and just relax."

Gabriella noticed the pride gleaming in his gray eyes as he strode down to the first pool table and began racking up the balls. The way he moved was graceful, especially for a man. He looked so edible in his tuxedo with the top two buttons of his white shirt now unbuttoned and his matching black bow tie undone and dangling down around his neck.

"You play?" He asked as he grabbed two pool cues from the rack and held one out in her direction.

"I dabble," Gabriella sauntered over to the table with that short black dress hugging her hips and ass and the sheer material showing of the soft lines defining her abs. He loved that she was clearly fit and took great pride in her body, but wasn't overly defined like some women-turned-gym-rats. He found her confidence so appealing, and the way her long legs looked in those 6-inch strappy heels that wrapped their way up her feet to her ankles caused her calves to flex just right as she stepped. Her dark hair flowed freely around her like a curtain hiding her secrets, and Vin tried not to fantasize about pulling that hair as he was beginning to do often when it swung around like it was.

She put her drink down on the edge of the table and took the pool cue from him. "You break."

"Why how chivalrous of you," she told him as Vicente removed the triangle leaving the balls in their starting formation. She lined up her stick with ease breaking the triangular formation and knocking in two solid colored balls. Vicente was taken aback by her obvious skill with a stick, and his shock reflected on his face.

"You dabble, huh?"

She knocked in the 5-ball and smirked at him. "Okay, I might be kind of good at this." Vin began to calculate his first move when she missed her third shot and moved back for him to take his turn. He sank the 13 and then the 10 back to back feeling a need to even the score quickly.

The game went on like this for a while until there were only three balls other than the cue and the eight ball left on the table, one his and two hers. Vin had the next shot, and with the way the balls were lined up on the table there was a very good chance that this would be their last round. Brielle, however, was not a very good loser, and as Vicente lined up his shot for his final ball before the eight ball itself, Brielle began to use her considerable charms to her advantage.

She leaned against the table right next to him. "You sure you want to take that shot? Might knock the eight ball in first..."

He admired the way her dress clung to her ass and thighs groaning when she spread her legs as she bent over leaning on the table. Vin inhaled sharply as more of her sweet scent filled the air. The raging wolf inside him was begging to be free and claim her, but Vicente maintained the little bit of control he still had. Her proximity, however, was wreaking havoc on his concentration causing him to miss the shot completely.

Vin turned to her smiling face. "You are a very bad girl."

Gabriella stepped up to take her shot, "when the situation calls for it," she told him with a wink. She sank the two balls eliciting an annoyed groan from her opponent. "Not so good with losing to a girl huh?"

Setting her sights on the eight ball, Brielle lined up her shot and leaned down over the table. Vicente found himself behind her taking a long, amorous look at her round ass. That dress was ridiculously tight on her driving him wild. He allowed his eyes to cloud white sharpening his vision as they roamed her body. Her mocha brown skin was smooth as silk, but he could see a scar here and there and he had to suppress the urge to seek out whoever put them there and tear them apart. Vicente felt his blood beginning to boil, his hormones going bonkers, and her womanly aroma was really testing his control. He could smell that she was getting even wetter under his gaze and thoughts of the game were completely gone.

Gabriella felt Vin's hands on her waist and his manhood pressed firmly into the crack of her ass. Her breathing slowed while her heartbeat sped up under his touch. She could feel how big he was and she wasn't even sure if hew was completely hard yet. He was evoking such a primal lust from her that her vision went blurry as she aimed for the eight ball and she knocked both it and the cue ball right off the table. "You don't play fair," she whispered her voice thick and husky.

Vicente leaned down pressing his powerful chest against her back. "I'm a quick learner." He let his hands grope her plump ass before sliding down to caress the back of her thighs. Gabriella shivered in anticipation as she ground her ass back against him silently begging him to move closer to her dripping core. He took his time enjoying the feel of her under his fingertips. Gabriella became increasingly impatient with his teasing and bucked against him, but Vicente resisted her movements pinning her down on the pool table.

Gabriella groused at his strength, "stop teasing me." He had never taken orders from anyone other than his father and giving him commands usually earned the other person a serious injury. But when she did it, when Brielle demanded something from him it just turned him on even more.

Vin slid his left hand up over her ass, around her lower back trailing up to her firm breasts. He lifted his body just enough so there was a sliver of space for his hand to squeeze and tweak her hardened nipples. Gabriella let out a high-pitched whine followed by a low moan as he molded her left tit like clay and turned her into putty. He planted light kisses on her shoulder burning a path up to her ear. Brielle was a tightly wound coil of nerves ready to explode. His sexual prowess was a clear answer to the idiotic question she'd taunted him with after their first kiss— he was certainly not a virgin. The things he was doing to her body with such simple actions were turning her on more than all the men she had fucked before combined.

Vicente brought his right hand up to turn her face to his. They kissed fervidly, her moaning and whimpering and him swallowing her libidinous sounds as if they would save his life. Her tongue battled with his and she gnawed at his bottom lip when he slid his hand back down her body and squeezed her ass. Gabriella could nearly smell the liquid overflowing from her black thong and she tried to squeeze her legs together to keep it from running all the way down her thighs. Vicente's other hand left her breast as her ass cheeks pulled his hardness tighter between them with her movements.

That hand came up to grab a cluster of her hair and yank her head back. Gabriella squealed with a mix of pain and delight feeling even hotter when he asserted himself. She loved how he used his entire body to turn her on, pressing his hardening cock against her. Vin broke their kiss as he stood up spinning her around and pulling her tightly against him. The backs of her thighs pressed into the edge of the table as his hand left her ass and found its way to the ends of her dress. He bunched up the material in his hands and pulled it up to her stomach so he could slip his fingers into her thong.

Gabriella let out a noise somewhere between a scream and a yelp. His index finger made contact with her clit and she erupted reaching her hands up and wrapping around his neck. He grabbed her thigh and with his help, she hopped up onto the table as her lips crashed against his sucking his plump bottom lip between her teeth. He flicked his tongue over hers letting a deep moan radiate out from his chest. She was panting into his mouth spurring his fingers on as he rubbed her clit up and down with the pad of his index finger. He loved how her breath caught when he pressed harder, how she cooed when slowed his paced rubbing in small circles. She put her hands back on the pool table and spread her legs for him.

"Damn," he whispered with a smile as he looked her over trying to maintain his control. It was taking everything he had just to keep his eyes from changing in front of her. The way she beckoned him with her eyes leaning back on the table, her legs wide, her pink pussy open to him. He was definitely in over his head with this girl. I have to tell her, he thought as Gabriella reached up and grabbed the lapels of his tux, pushing them apart until the fabric rolled back at the shoulders and fell onto the floor.

With most of the men she'd slept with Brielle had to pretend to enjoy whatever they were doing, but with him there was nothing to fake. Every nerve in her body was supercharged and tingling, and as sexy as she found it when he eyed her the way he was, she just couldn't wait anymore. She was dying to have him inside her, to finally quench this fire that's been building since the first day they met. She pulled him closer by his belt, tugging the leather free from the buckle, but Vicente caught her hands in his and pinned them down on the table.

He met her lips with his own, kissing her deep enough to steal her breath away. He pushed against her hips grinding his crotch against her pussy while his mouth moved to her neck. He slowly made his way down, sucking each dark chocolate nipple into his mouth. Brielle moaned as his lips caressed her stomach, along her hips, down to her thighs. Her juices were dripping down onto the cool metal on the edge of the wooden table as she watched him.

Vicente trailed kisses up the inside of her right thigh, then her left, then he licked her outer lips, teasingly making her squirm. She was smooth, completely hairless and even though he didn't mind pubic hair, he loved the fact that she was bare. There was something so sexy about seeing her juices glistening on the mocha skin of her outer lips, hinting at the wetness of that pretty pink pussy beyond them.

Gabriella nearly screamed when she felt his tongue plunge deep inside her, spearing the petals of her pussy. She clawed her fingers along the surface of the pool table as his powerful hands squeezed her thighs tightly around his head. Her cunt was oozing so much that the sticky liquid dripped down his chin as he spread her thighs and pushed that torturous muscle even deeper.

"Ay, Dios," she whimpered as he frenched her slippery center, sucking on the lips of her kitty like a lollipop. He licked her up and down being sure to flick her clit back and forth with that tongue until she was quivering, then delving back into her core with reckless abandon.

Vin held her thighs and rolled her onto her back on the pool table. She once again parted her legs wide for him and he wasted no time. Gabriella could barely control herself, crying out loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear. Her cries simply spurred Vin on as he slid two fingers inside her. He had every intention of being gentle, but her hungry pussy nearly swallowed his digits as if begging to be savagely fucked. Who was he to deny her? He fucked her hard with his fingers while keeping his tongue trained on her clit. She bucked her hips against him forcing him to hold her down as he lured the orgasm out of the deepest parts of her.

Gabriella felt the pad of his middle finger graze that sensitive spot inside and she went off like a grenade. She had never experienced such total and utter bliss as she came hard for what felt like ten minutes.

When she finally stopped shaking, Brielle smirked seeing her own juice glistening around his mouth and down his chin. She grabbed his button up and sat up while pulling him close. Gabriella stretched out her tongue catching a droplet that had fallen from his chin on the tip then smoothly ran it up to his bottom lip.

"Mmm," Vicente groaned as he pulled her into his chest and kissed her fiercely as if he meant to suck the life out of her through his mouth.

With her hands free, Brielle clawed at the front of his shirt violently tearing it open. The two heard a few of the buttons fall to the wooden floor and roll around beneath their feet. "Whoops," she smirked as her hands ran down then lean muscles of his torso and he flexed his pectorals making them pop when she touched them. Gabriella loved the way the fine black hairs felt under her fingertips, which was new because she rarely found herself attracted to body hair, but on him it was sexy as hell. It only added to his rugged, masculine demeanor that turned her on so much.

Vin was lost in a haze of desire as her hands sent electric shocks through his entire body. He shuddered as she ran her fingertips over the large tribal wolf tattooed across his right pec, down half his side, and over his shoulder. Inside he was fighting the battle of his life, and losing. He remembered all the wolves he had seen find their mates, each of them speaking about the first time they had sex as the moment they knew they were meant for each other. The primal, instinctual part of him was ravenous with lust and dominance wanting to finally claim her as his Alpha female, but the gentler, more sensitive side of him was fighting it.

He couldn't help but feel like mating her without her knowing was an unforgivable invasion. If they had sex before she fell for him on her own, then the choice would be taken from her. She would love him because of some shifter mojo, but Vin wanted more than that for them; he wanted his mate to choose him. But the pheromones that filled the air, the scent of her desire, the taste of her lips, the feel of her hands— it felt like the universe was against him.

Brielle unzipped the fly on his pants making him groan when he felt her long, slender fingers on his shaft through his underwear. Suddenly, Gabriella yelped as she felt him buzzing against her left thigh.

"Ignore it," she heard him whisper before his lips descended on her neck, and she felt that overwhelming need as he pressed into her, the only thing separating their genitals being the thin fabric of his boxer briefs.

"Put it in already," she whined becoming increasingly impatient.

"Ask me nicely," he smirked and Gabriella bit her lip looking into those gray eyes that were oddly lighter than usual. It almost appeared as if they were changing colors all together, and for the second time since she'd met him, she felt this weird vibe from him. Gabriella sensed that he was hiding something— something big. And even though she knew there were probably many things he was keeping from her, right now she felt that there was some monumental secret that even he felt bad for keeping from her. The closer he was, the more he kissed her, touched her skin, her pussy, the more connected they became.

Vin froze when his other phone began ringing loudly. "Fuck!" he grunted. "I'm sorry, but that's my emergency line. I have to take it."

"Oh, yeah go ahead," Gabriella told him trying to make it sound like it was no big deal even though her center was aching for him to fill her. He turned away from her pulling his second phone out of the holster clipped to his belt.

"What is it?" He answered. Brielle studied him now that he had stepped away from her to take what she assumed was a private call. Just like the last time they'd been close, Gabriella could almost see the haze lifting and her mind clearing. Though her desire for him didn't falter, she did feel like she was waking up from a dream. Gabriella thought about what she was doing, what she had done so many times before. She had slept with so many men that she couldn't have cared less about, and anytime they'd had to step away for a phone call— as they often did— she had been relieved, but not this time.

The sensible part of her was warring with the completely lust driven part of her that wanted to jump down off that pool table and snatch that phone from his hand so he could continue doing all the things she was about to let him do to her. But the sensible part of her that was beginning to work better and better the farther he walked away was kicking into over drive. What had she been thinking going somewhere completely alone with him? She hadn't even driven, how the hell would she get away if things went bad? Gabriella thought about the night and how it had gone so far. She thought about the haze that was lifting from her eyes realizing that she had been under this spell the entire night.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go." He turned back to her, his gray eyes filled with worry.

"Is everything alright?" she asked even though she knew it wasn't.

"No, one of my relatives has been rushed to the hospital. I'm so sorry to have to leave you like this."

"No, don't be." Gabriella tried to hide her frustration hoping she was putting off a nonchalant attitude, but inside she was somewhere between furiously outraged and immensely disappointed. So this was what blue balls truly felt like. "I understand."

"Did you drive to the hotel? I can take you to get your car."

"No, that isn't necessary, I took a cab. I'll take one back." She began fixing her bra and dress.

"No, no I couldn't live with myself if I let you do that."

"It's ok—"

"It's 3 in the morning."

"I'm a big girl, Killer." She smiled as Vin scanned her up and down and for the second time tonight she could have sworn they looked lighter than usual -- nearly white— for just a flash.

"Yes you are," his voice was so filled with lust that his words were a low rumble like the bass of a powerful subwoofer. "But what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't see you home safely myself?" Vicente reached out his hand to help her off the table and she took it stepping down carefully.

"You should get to the hospital."

"I drive fast." He wanted to grab her again, scoop her up and wrap those dark chocolate legs around his waist, but she was right. He did have at least a 30 minute drive ahead of him even if he was speeding like a bat out of hell, especially since he wasn't going to the hospital.

"Fine." Brielle was hesitant to let him know where she lived. She knew better than to trust him, but as he opened the door to the silver sports car another of her mother's lessons chimed in her head.

"You'll need to play a role when you're around him." Gabriella huffed as her mother went on about Vicente Cruz. As young as just 14, she had begun to attract quite a bit of attention from her male classmates in school, but her mother had never let her focus on any one guy too long. Since the day her daughter grew breasts, Reina had used young boys that developed interest in Brielle as practice for her. Gabriella had never been restricted from dating, but every outing was just another opportunity to practice different tricks. Her whole life was just a carefully planned chess match where the only way to win was to kill the king.

"Men like him like their women obedient and submissive. He'll want to do things for you like open doors for you, and pay for your dates. He'll want to see you home, walk you to the door. Powerful types like that flaunt their money and influence, especially when chasing someone."

"I'm not very good with the submissive part."

"Well you'd better get good at it. Cruz will want to assert his dominance over you, like a dog. If you don't play into that role we'll never get anywhere near his father or Rico. For this to work you have to let him be the man. In order to do that, Brielle, you'll have to learn how to use your... gifts to our advantage. Teaching you how to properly seduce a man won't be easy, but at least all these years of fighting and my strong genes have given you a face and body that I can work with."

Brielle rolled her eyes just thinking about her mother's backhanded compliments. It was a good thing she didn't much care for the approval of others. Now as they pulled up to her apartment building and Vicente exited the car to open her door and walk her to the stoop, she saw just how accurate her mother had been.