Mine to Protect Chapter 41: AS ONE

*Hazel*

I am teetering to the edge, moaning and screaming overwhelmed by my desire, when he orders, “Don’t come yet!”

I whine in frustration, why does he have to be such a spoilsport?

He chuckles at my reaction, then pulls out of me completely and sits up, leaving me there spread out and completely stunned. What is he doing?

I sit up unsure of what to do, when he pulls me toward him; his back is leaning against the headboard, his legs sprawled in front of him.

“Now, be a good girl, and ride my dick.”

It’s clear he likes ordering me around, and I am not complaining, but does he have to be this crude?

I find myself unsure of what to do. I have had sex a few times in the past, but it mainly consisted of me lying down, and letting my boyfriend have his way with me, I have never been particularly active. Hence, his request makes me feel a little embarrassed and at a loss. He picks up on my uncertainty, so he simply grabs me by my waist, I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself and avoid headbutting him, then he deposits me in his lap, making me straddle him.

“Now, move your legs up, into a crouching position,” he coaches me.

I do as he says, then he places his tip at my wet entrance, and slowly guides me down his hard length holding me by my waist, filling me up completely. In this position he can reach deeper inside me, making me feel even more full. I start moving up and down slowly, following his guidance, then faster and faster when pleasure starts to consume me at the delicious friction. I throw my head back in ecstasy, while Derek removes his hands from my hips, when he’s sure I am steady enough, and starts fondling my breasts, and pinching my nipples hard, making me cry out in pleasure. Soon I am nearing my peak again, and this time he doesn’t stop me, he meets my movements thrusting deeper inside me. Just as I climb over the edge, falling hard in this mind-blowing orgasm, he cages me with both arms and sinks his fangs into my neck, precisely in the soft spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

Pleasure is replaced by pain, but only fleetingly, soon enough his fangs are out, and he’s licking the wound left by his bite.

“Mine,” he claims in a low tone, a thrilling shiver running down my back.

“Yours,” I confirm, cupping his face with both hands, and kissing him passionately on his lips.

We belong to each other, body and soul, and the feeling is making me giddy with happiness and so much love I never thought I could harbor in me. I try to pour all these emotions into this kiss, hoping he can feel them, and relish them with me.

Keeping my lips hostage, he starts fucking me again, hard and fast, holding me in place with his strong arms, until I come again, and this time he climaxes too, pulling out of me, and coating the skin of my lower abdomen with his white seed.

Now I feel completely spent, the excitement of this evening, the drama and lack of sleep of this last week, all catch up to me, making me feel dead on my legs. The only thing keeping me upright is Derek’s hold on me; he gently places me down on the mattress, covering me with the blanket. I feel him snuggling closer, cushioning my head on his arm, his other arm draped around my waist.

“I love you, kitten.”

It’s the last thing I ear, before my mind falls into oblivion.

*Derek*

I am woken by the sunlight filtering through the curtains, but I still feel too sleepy to get up. What time did I go to sleep yesterday? I can’t even remember what I did.

Then the events of last night come back to me like a bomb, and I open my eyes hastily, searching for proof that it hasn’t been just a dream.

I don’t need to look far, because lying next to me is the beauty who has stolen my heart, the woman I marked as mine, the only one I want in my life.

She’s still sleeping soundly, her lips are slightly parted, her limbs sprawled wide on the bed like she owns it. She can own everything she wants; she already has my heart; I am willing to let her take my bed too.

I inch closer to her neck; to check my mark, I am curious to know what it looks like, and I also want to make sure it is still there. I know it’s stupid, marks don’t disappear just like that, but I still need to check, for my sanity, I won’t believe it until I see it.

The mark is luckily still there, and it’s beautiful; it represents a black wolf illuminated by the rays of the moon, his black fur glistening in the light. I presume I am the black wolf, and Hazel, is she the moon?

Hazel stirs in her sleep, mumbling something that sounds like “tractors in the kitchen”, making me laugh. She goes back to sleep, and it makes me want to wake her up, to get back to what we have being doing yesterday. I want more of her, I want to fuck her in every position possible, make any other man entirely unappealing for her.

Her wolf might have wakened too; her parents said my mark would break the magic seal placed on her wolf, so if she’s awakened, she could mark me too. I want to complete the bond so badly, seal our souls together until the end of time.

I decide to wake her in a pleasurable fashion, I slid the covers down, and position myself between her legs, licking and sucking her little bud of pleasure. She stirs again, this time moaning loudly, although she does not seem completely awoken, still foggy with sleep.

I lap at her folds, and then start fucking her with my tongue; at this, she opens her eyes in alarm, not understanding what’s happening. She shoots up like an arrow into a sitting position, looking at me with my face buried between her legs, both astonished and embarrassed.

That’s not how I expected her to react!

I decide I better appease her before she runs out on me, so I straighten up, cup her face, and give her a passionate kiss, to which she responds eagerly.

When we part, she is still blushing, and I wonder how’s that possible, yesterday we have seen and tasted every inch of each other, what’s left to be embarrassed about?

Still, I find it cute and at the same time, it makes me want to have her blush even harder. I am ready to pin her down for a round of hot sex, when she suddenly jumps off the bed and runs excitedly to the wall length mirror.

What came into her mind now?

In the mirror, she stares into her eyes, like she’s trying to find something in it, and after a while she slumps her shoulders disappointed.

“What is it?” I asked her intrigued.

“I thought I might be able to meet my wolf this morning, but I can’t feel anything at all. I just feel like my usual self, no other presence in my brain, or stuff like that.”

“It could take time for the magic to wear off, give it some time, there’s no hurry.” I try to soothe her.

“And if still nothing changes?”

“I can try to mark you again. Or worst-case scenario, we find a which to break the seal.”

“Is that possible?”

“I am not one hundred percent sure, but we can definitely try. Anyway, just give it sometime before you start freaking out, ok?”

I feel the change in her mood through our bond, a perk of having marked her, and then plainly visible on her scowling features.

“Who says I am freaking out?”

Why do I always manage to put myself in this kind of situation? Goddess, help me!