Mine to Protect Chapter 128: SCREAM LOUDER

*Hazel*

I am not sure why I am kissing him, maybe it’s the realization that we might not have many kisses left between us, that pushed me to do it. Once you realize that you don’t have a lifetime to wait and see, or to ponder things over, you just do what feels right in that moment, and to hell with the consequences.

Derek is kissing me back, but I can feel his uncertainty, he’s probably worried that I am acting like this in the whim of the moment, and that I will regret it and distance myself again once this moment has passed.

I should stop giving him mixed signals, it’s not fair to him, and it will only end in him getting tired of me and leaving me for good.

He doesn’t know that without his mark I’ll be too weak to confront our enemies, but I don’t want to let him mark me again just because we have to, because of the war, it shouldn’t be like this; a mark is a symbol of love, of mutual trust, we should be able to mark each other if and when we feel like taking this step, and not as an obligation.

I end the kiss, our breaths heavy, and for a minute we just stay like that, close to each other, our eyes locked together, trying to convey the emotions that words can’t, feelings that are locked safely in our hearts.

“I am sorry, I don’t know what’s got into me, I just felt the desire to kiss you,” I say apologetically, breaking eye contact and looking down.

“No need to apologize, my lips are at your complete disposal anytime you’ll have this kind of desire.”

I smile at his playfulness, although I know it is a way of masking his nerves, he’s still not sure why I kissed him, and what this kiss entails, and I will not explain it to him, because I am not sure myself. So, better change topic and break this awkward atmosphere.

“It’s three in the morning, but I honestly don’t think I can go back to sleep, what about you?”

“Me neither, after this bomb it’d be a miracle if I manage to sleep at all in the next two weeks,” Derek replies sighing.

“So, what can we do at three in the morning in the packhouse?” I ask, raising my eyebrows questioningly.

“There aren’t many options really, we could get drunk, but we need to be sober during the day to get ready for the war, so it is not really advisable. Or we could go train in the gym, there we won’t disturb anyone; or we could do what every couple does at night when they are all alone in their bed…” he says, wiggling is eyebrows, “I meant watching a movie on TV!”

Silly Derek! I give him a sideway glance, and then snatch the TV’s remote from my bedside table.

“I’ll choose the movie!” I declare, not accepting objections.

“Ok, just don’t choose any girly movies, I can’t stand to watch those.”

Girly movies my hat, why would he think that I’ll choose a love story just because I am a woman. I was actually thinking about watching Dirty Dancing for the one thousandth time, but his comment ruined my choice for me; I need to find something that’ll make him regret his stupid comment.

Scrolling through the movies on Net__ix, I find a horror/splatter movie that looks like the perfect revenge, and I put it on immediately. Although, after the movie starts, I regret my choice instantly, this movie is disgusting and disturbing. The main character is a crazy teacher who likes to kidnap children and other personnel at his school, and then cuts and feeds them their own limbs. Who’s the nutcase who created this movie? And why would anyone allow this thing to be shown in theatres?

Twenty minutes into the movie, and I have already unconsciously scooted near Derek, the shadows in the dark are taking creepy forms, and I am so scared I don’t know how long I will be able to keep watching this, without covering my eyes with the bed sheets.

“Kitten, if you are scared, we can watch something else, I don’t mind,” Derek says diplomatically, seeing my discomfort.

“No, I am not scared,” I lie shamelessly to his face.

He doesn’t comment, just shrugs and focuses his attention again on the movie. Isn’t he scared even a little? I find it difficult to believe.

The next scene is so horrifying that I jump on Derek’s lap and bury my face in the crook of his neck, shielding my ears with my hands.

He hugs me immediately, and laughs, his chest vibrating against mine, making me feel ticklish.

“You really are a scaredy kitten. Are you sure you are a werewolf? Maybe you are a were-kitten.”

He laughs at his joke, while I glare at him. Cocky Alpha…I want to put him in his place, but another appalling scene comes on the screen, and I scream against my better judgement.

Derek immediately places a hand on my mouth to silence me.

“Shh, kitten, you’ll wake half the packhouse if you keep screaming like this,” Derek urges in a hushed tone, and then releases my mouth from his hold.

“Sorry, I bet the guards thought someone had been murdered,” I say apologetically.

“No, they are probably thinking that we are having sex,” Derek says nonchalantly, leaving me stunned.

“Why would they think that? Who screams like that during sex?”

Derek gives me a pointed look, making me gasp in outrage.

“I don’t scream like that when we have sex,” I say indignantly.

“Sure, if you say so. Whatever makes you sleep at night,” he says smirking. “Or maybe, we should put this to the test.”

His warm hands grab my hips, bringing me closer, so that now I am sitting on his crotch; he then pushes his hips up, making me feel his erection, while whispering in my ear, “What do you say, kitten?”

I swallow hard, his hard length pressing at my entrance, and his warm breath behind my ear, are making me feel dizzy with need. Soon, the smell of my arousal floats in the room, and I give up some of my control, in the quest for pleasure.

I start grinding on his erection, slow at first, then faster and faster when my orgasm starts building. I feel my panties become wet, and I am tempted to touch myself, but Derek beats me to it, he slides a hand into my PJ bottoms and massages my pussy through the fabric of my wet panties.

The feeling is incredible; I have gone without sex in the last months without a problem, but I can’t imagine now living another minute without his hands on me.

As he could hear my thoughts, Derek slipped his other hand under my top, and grabs my breast in his firm hold, teasing my nipple with his thumb.

Two fingers slip into my folds, and he starts fucking me hard and fast, just like I like it.

I sigh and moan, wanting this pleasurable torture to continue forever, and I remove my top to give Derek better access to my breasts, I want his warm mouth on me, I want him to play with my body as he wishes. Next, I remove my bottoms and panties, straddling Derek completely naked.

His gaze rakes over me, making me feel wanted and sexy.

“Fuck, kitten, you are so beautiful,” he says huskily, and that’s all I need to take the courage to tug at his boxers, implicitly asking him permission to remove them.

He moves his hips up, letting me take them off, and my arousal gets to new heights at the sight of his hardness. I bend down and take its tip into my mouth, making Derek suck in a breath. Emboldened by his reaction, I start pumping his cock with my mouth, while Derek jerks his hips up, meeting my movements.

“Fuck, baby, yeah!” he says, while his eyes are fixed on me, watching me suck him greedily, until he grabs my hair and pulls my head up.

“I want to fuck you,” he says in a raspy voice, that is nearly more animal then human, showing that his wolf is at the forefront with him, enjoying this moment.