Her fingers trailed downwards, skimming his sides, and then, palms flat on his stomach, she moved upwards again. Her mouth was everywhere, licking, sucking and biting.
“You have such a beautiful body,” she breathed against him, jacking up the tension in his muscles. If he wasn’t careful, he would explode in his pants.
And his body compared to hers, no contest.
He felt a tug on his jeans, glanced down and saw she was undoing his button. Yes, oh hell, yes. He wanted to help, but if his hands moved, he wouldn’t have the strength to stop himself from touching her. The rasp of his zipper was harsh on his ears. A welcome sound. It meant soon she’d have access to his entire body. His cock jerked at that thought. He wanted her hands on him, stroking him and learning his body. Would she also use her mouth? He bit back a moan, not wanting to distract her.
Pushing down his jeans, she knelt in front of him and helped remove the last of his clothes. She glanced up, her face just inches away from the top of his thighs. Her eyes wide, she licked her lips and smiled.
Please let her use her mouth, he thought.
She tilted her head to the side, and her smile became wanton and full of wicked promises. Resting her hands on his tight thighs, she slowly, so slowly, licked her way from the base to the head of his cock. His balls clenched with pleasure, and he forced himself to breathe.
Oh damn, he was in heaven.
“You want me to use my mouth, huh? Hope you didn’t broadcast that to the whole pack.”
He had a fleeting worry that he’d sent his thoughts to everyone else and then stopped caring as she sucked him into her mouth. He shouted in surprise and pleasure, not expecting her to actually do it. It’d been so long since he’d had a woman touch him. He hadn’t wanted another since he’d met Sylvia, couldn’t even get hard unless it was due to her.
Her nails dug into his thighs, holding him close to her as she swirled her tongue around his head, pre-cum leaking into her mouth. She sighed, obviously relishing the taste of him. He couldn’t tear his gaze from her. He never realized how erotic it would be to have Sylvia fully clothed and kneeling in front of his naked body.
She brought her hand over to his balls and cupped him, gently squeezing, and his legs felt weak from need. If she kept that up, he would come faster than he wanted to. He never wanted this to end. He loved the feel of her worshiping his body.
He loved her. He couldn’t let her go after this. He needed her too much.
Leisurely she released him from her mouth and stood up, sliding her body against his. The soft cotton of her shirt was rough against his sensitive skin. Her nipples rubbed hot trails up his chest. She dug her nails into his ass, keeping him still as she ground her body against his, his erection throbbing at the junction between her thighs. Her heat burned him.
She lifted her face, and Derek gladly accepted what she offered. When she parted her lips, he took and pushed for more. His tongue danced with hers, thrusting in time with his hips.
Naked beneath him, riding on top of him or pushed up against the wall. Didn’t matter how he took her, as long as he was deep inside. The sharp bite of pain centered him as his nails broke skin on his palms. He wouldn’t touch her unless she asked.
He wouldn’t break her trust.
Sylvia maneuvered him towards the bed.
“Lie down. Let me look at you.” Her husky voice had him obeying instantly.
He’d walk over broken glass just to hear her seductive, need-laced voice. Grasping the headboard tightly, he waited for her next move. The anticipation was killing him. He hadn’t realized what an incredible turn-on it would be for her to be in control. He briefly wondered how she’d look in thigh-high boots and nothing else.
Well, maybe a paddle in hand for when he disobeyed.
The thought slipped away as she grasped the hem of her shirt and peeled it off. Her white bra barely contained her luscious breasts, and he wanted to help them escape. Her dusky areolas and tight nipples beckoned him, begged him for his attention, and he wanted to oblige. How could he ignore their pleas? He gripped the headboard harder, hoping he wouldn’t break it before the night was over.
She reached behind and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Her breasts bounced, happy to be free. She straddled him on the bed, lining up perfectly with his aching cock. She rubbed slowly and moaned. His eyes drifted from her face to her beautiful breasts to her jean clad legs. Between her thighs, he could see the head of his cock, swelling and leaking from pleasure. Such an erotic sight. He could die a happy man.
Leaning forward, Sylvia let her breasts sway just above his face. He licked his lips, wishing it was her flesh and silently asked for her permission.
“Please, do it,” she sighed, arching her back and bringing them within inches of his hungry mouth.
Derek didn’t need another invitation. He latched onto one taut nipple and drew it into his mouth, licking as he did so. He grasped her nipple between her teeth, lightly biting it. The gasp of desire along with the deepening scent of arousal nearly undid him. He switched his attention to her other breast, not wanting it to feel left out. He rolled his tongue around her nipple, savouring the sweet taste of her flesh.
She pulled her breast from his mouth, and he almost whimpered at the loss. He wanted more, needed more from her. She stood up on the bed and shucked off her jeans, leaving her in just her panties. Such a small piece of cloth covering what he wanted so badly.
“Please, darling. Let me lick you. I need to taste you.” At her uncertain look he said, “You can kneel on me, and I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself. If you don’t like it, then I’ll stop. The second you tell me to, I’ll stop.”
She nodded then pushed down the last article of clothing. Still standing, she was naked and such a sight to behold. Tight, red curls beckoned him, and he wanted to see if they were as soft as they looked. She brought her leg over, straddling his chest, and he grinned at the view he received.
Kneeling down, she placed her knees on either side of his head and then moved closer. Her hands gripped the top of the headboard, helping to keep her in place. Her flesh made contact, and he almost blew his load onto his stomach. How could a man survive such pleasure?
Tentatively, he touched the tip of his tongue to her clitoris, and she jumped. He swiftly glanced up to make sure it was from enjoyment and not pain. The bliss on her face encouraged him to continue.
He licked again, this time harder and longer. He sucked her wet flesh into his mouth, working her sensitive clit with his tongue and teeth. Wishing he could use his fingers to pleasure her, he instead concentrated on the taste and feel of her.
She moved, caught up in the sensations, and he followed her rhythm. Unable to look away, he watched the emotions play across her face, the excitement building inside her. Breathy moans and a quickened pace told him she was getting close. Faster and harder, she ground against his mouth, her breasts bouncing with her movements. Damn, to have those plump globes in his hands, kneading them as she rode him. Surely a fantasy to live out another day.
Several moments at a frantic pace had her throwing back her head as an orgasm rocked her body. Her hair tickled his chest, and the rocking slowed as she rode out the aftermath. One more lick for his pleasure had her jerking away from him, her body now oversensitive. A rumbling chuckle escaped him as he enjoyed her reaction.
Resting her head on her outstretched arms, she panted and shuddered. On shaky legs, she climbed off and sat on the edge of the bed. He tried to catch her eye, wondering if she regretted what had just happened or if she was feeling shy. Derek hoped for shyness.
Pushing off the bed, Sylvia swung away from him, avoiding his gaze and instead got an eyeful of his lower half. She spun around to finally face him.
“Oh, you didn’t…I mean, you’re still...” She stumbled over her words as she gestured to his very hard cock.
“It’s okay. I can go to the bathroom and take care of it.” A pretty blush flooded her cheeks as she real
ized what he meant. As he moved to leave the bed, she placed a hand on his shoulder. He froze, not daring to hope. When she kissed her way down his body, he hastily gripped the headboard again, unable to believe his luck. Sylvia wanted to pleasure him.
Bliss. Ecstasy.
A moan tore from his throat as she drew him into her mouth. He almost came when she gripped the base of his cock with her hand and stroked him. He wouldn’t last long and decided to give himself over to the pleasure. A few more strokes and sucks from her and he was nearly there.
“I’m going to come,” he ground out. “If you don’t want a mouthful, better stop sucking now.”
She amazed him as she continued sucking, and then thought became impossible as his world exploded. He jetted into her mouth, and she greedily took everything he had. When he was done, she gently licked him clean then kissed the head.
“Thank you. That was amazing,” he said, marveling at how peaceful he felt. His eyes fluttered shut, and before he could help it, he fell asleep.
Chapter Twenty -Two
He fell asleep. Huh. Insulted or flattered?
Wait a minute, this was her bed now. He should be sleeping in her old room, not here. Each morning she woke alone as Derek would leave after she drifted off. Should she wake him up and kick him out? As soon as the thought entered her mind, she felt horrible. He’d spent the last eight hours patrolling the city, and it was now past midnight. He had to be exhausted.
Resigned to a long, sleepless night without his voice lulling her into peacefulness, she sprawled out next to him, making sure no parts of her body touched his. Even with the cold air from the open window, neither of them needed the sheets, as their bodies ran hot.
A slow exhale as she relaxed each part of her body, starting with her toes and working her way up to her neck. She deliberated on whether to get dressed, then dismissed it as too much effort. Settled in her spot, little by little, she drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Mmm, such delicious heat. It encased her whole body. She couldn’t remember where she was, but she never wanted to leave. She yawned and stretched, her body rubbing against warm, naked skin, rough hairs tickling her legs.
Uh, rough hairs? Naked skin?
Last night rushed back to her, searing her with the clarity of what she had done to Derek and had let him do to her. His mouth and tongue would now star in her fantasies.
She’d indulged in oral sex with her Alpha. What was she thinking?
Well, obviously thinking hadn’t factored into her actions. For a moment she wanted to die from embarrassment. Until she realized she had nothing to be ashamed of. They were both consenting adults with no other attachments. And, damn it, she had enjoyed last night too much to taint it. If he regretted it and didn’t want a repeat, then fine. But she refused to bow her head.
“I could get use to waking up like this.” His voice rumbled through his chest, and his arms tightened around her, skimming across her back and down to her butt.
Well, he definitely didn’t regret it. In fact, it appeared that he wanted a repeat right now, judging by the attention his erection gave her.
She waited for dread to envelop her, the suffocating fear of being trapped.
Nothing happened.
Instead, she was safe and protected. Loved and cherished.
They had met before her werewolf puberty hit, before she had merged with her wolf. Patient and kind, he had guided her through the rough, tumultuous emotions. Not once had he snapped at her or expressed frustration.
Later, he’d encouraged her to join the Enforcers. The structure and rules had settled her, and she had thrived within it. The discipline and her natural dominance had then helped her secure a spot as his Beta.
Was it any wonder she’d had a crush on him for so long, compared other men to him and always had them come up short? Now she was finally in his arms, exactly where she’d longed to be, and it felt as wonderful as she imagined.
“Oh damn, I’m sorry,” Derek said, contrite, and immediately withdrew his arms.
She whimpered, missing his warmth, and snuggled in closer.
“No, please. Touch me. I need you to touch me.” If she sounded desperate, so what?
He drew her close and rubbed his cheek against the top of her head.
“The pack will figure it out. My scent is all over you,” Derek stated, calm and unconcerned. “Will that bother you?”
“No. I don’t regret last night, and I don’t care if everyone knows. Although they might think you’ll treat me differently. Give me the easier duties and be overprotective,” Sylvia voiced her own secret fears.
She wasn’t a delicate ornament. Pretty to look at but too breakable for real use. She wouldn’t live a life on the sidelines, not after spending much of her adult wolf life as an Enforcer. She’d overcome her new quirks and go back to her job.
Any other outcome, unacceptable. And no way would she step down as Derek’s Beta.
A prestigious position and one she had worked damn hard to get. Gaining his trust and maintaining his high level of standards meant respect. She liked the admiration she received from her peers and subordinates.
Derek chuckled and tightened his arms around her. “I think I can manage to treat you the same as the others. I’ve wanted you for a while, and no one can say I’ve been easy on you. You earned your position because of your dedication and sheer stubbornness. I swear, you’re the only one who has the balls to stand up to me, and I like that about you.”
“What? Really? Why didn’t you tell me?” So she was right, he had been romancing her with his late night visits. How sweet.
His body moved against her as he shrugged, and he settled his thigh between her legs, lightly rubbing her. His hands caressed her back, soothing her. A kiss on the top of her head, and he sighed.
“Victor.” His short answer confused her.
What did Victor have to do with any of this? They’d been friends for years but nothing more. When she was with him, she did wonder what sex would be like with him. A good-looking man, it was a natural thought. However, she only wanted a friendship with him, nothing more.
“I don’t understand. Victor and I are friends.”
“Didn’t seem that way to me.”
“Wait, do you think I’m sleeping with Victor? What the hell?!” She smacked his arm.
Outraged, she tried pushing him away, livid that he’d seduced her when he thought she was with Victor. Granted, most werewolves didn’t have many monogamous relationships until they met their lifemate; however, they discussed it beforehand.
“Settle.” He wrapped his authority around his words.
She stopped fighting, unable to deny him.
Her body stiffened as she realized what he had done to her, and she hissed, “Never use your Alpha abilities against me again. If we are fighting, you go toe to toe with me or we’re done right now. You are not the Alpha when we are in bed.”
A few times he’d used his control on her. Those times had been necessary. Naked in bed while arguing, it felt like a violation. It gave him an unfair advantage and reduced her to nothing more than a doll, a puppet whose strings he pulled.
“I’m sorry. Truly I am. I forgot myself.” Derek released her, giving her space as he sprawled out on the bed, one arm over his face.
With both of them on top of the sheets, his body was on view for her and she drank in her fill. A tingle danced along her spine, marveling anew that he was next to her, that he actually wanted her.
And oh boy, did he want her.
She refused to be distracted, though. Even if the distraction was damn pleasing. “Spill it. Why now if you were avoiding me due to Victor? What changed?”
He peeked out from under his arm and appeared to weigh what he wanted to tell her. Making up his mind, he dropped his arm and pulled himself into a sitting position, his back against the headboard. He held out his hand, silently asking her to join him.
She crawled up the bed, enjoying the way his pupils expanded.
Shifting, she sat next to him, entwining her pale white legs with his dark chocolate ones. She loved the contrast of their skin. He snaked an arm around her side and pulled her close, his dark hand spread over her stomach. Her head rested on his chest, and she listened to the soothing thump of his heart.
“The night Victor came here, he told me you two weren’t lovers. That you’d never been lovers. It made me rethink the reasons why I let you slip through my fingers.” His hand tightened on her, squeezing her almost painfully close. “When those bastards abducted you, I went a little crazy. I needed to get you back, for my sake and for the pack’s sake. I…I care about you deeply, and I didn’t react very well to you being gone. That also made me reassess why I kept you at a distance.”
“So where do you want to go from here?” Sylvia asked.
Treated like a dirty little secret, not happening. Not that they could hide anything from the pack. And she certainly didn’t want to be part of a harem. Greedy and selfish, she wouldn’t share him with anyone else. She’d heard rumors of his sexual conquests. Hard not to, even when she tried to avoid the gossip. A twinge of jealousy shot through her, but she pushed it aside. The past was the past.
Werewolves had voracious appetites in all things. If she hadn’t met Derek so soon after her appetites had awoken, she would’ve enjoyed several long-term partners in the past few decades. It was hard to work up any interest in another man when they couldn’t compare to Derek. And a pale imitation wouldn’t satisfy her. Oh, she had tried, hoping to shake her unhealthy obsession with him. Each encounter left her depressed and unsatisfied.
She was tired of fighting her attraction to him. Tired of pretending she didn’t want him. If she only had him for a little while, then so be it. It would destroy part of her to step aside when the time came and watch him with his lifemate, but she’d regret it more if she never took the chance. Maybe it’d be centuries before he’d meet his mate.
Finding her own lifemate seemed unlikely. Derek already had a huge chunk of her heart.
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