Chapter 61 CONTROL OVER INSTINCTS
AMBER’S POV
“I'm sorry you had to go through all that because of me,” Derek says, and I could feel the sincerity in his voice.
“Thank you for standing up for me I reply, keeping my gaze on his. After Luna Chloe made that statement, I hadn't expected him even to strain a muscle, but he had stood up for me, even confronting Alpha Chester.
I watched as his expression relaxed a bit, then he kissed me. His kiss was like firecrackers going off in my head, an instant hot rush that tingled all the way down to my toes, my belly tightening up as his body pressed to me, and I felt the hardness of his cock against my hip.
His large hands run down my sides, from underneath my breasts to low on my hips, then to my back, unlacing my dress, and I allow it to fall off my shoulders while his hands work their way back to my waist. It was a maddening sensation, and I was dying for him to go a little further, up or down.
In one quick sway, he lifts me and places me gently on the bed, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His erection pressed against the inside of my thigh, and if he would only step forward a few inches, it would be right where I wanted it, needed it.
I sway, my eyes heavy-lidded, when a solid grip comes to the side of my neck to hold me still while he presses hot, wet kisses to my throat. My head falls back on a moan, my hair skimming the bed with the next nip of his teeth.
His hips line up with mine, his hands grasping the top of my ass, and then his hard-on presses against my clit in a slow roll that steals my breath. A quiet growl fans against my neck, while an emptiness pulses between my legs.
He only grinds against me once, when I needed it over and over, before he pulls back. His hands leave me while he takes off his clothes.
“Spread your legs.” His command is cold, rough, and with an unsteady inhale, I comply.
His palms run up my legs as I do so, his thumbs pressing into my inner thighs with a harshness that made my stomach tighten unexpectedly. His rough hands feel so absolute against my soft skin.
Legs spread, cool air brushes my panties, and I am suddenly aware of how wet they are. His gaze touches me there, warm and thrilling, and he yanks me closer by the back of the neck until my bare breasts press against his chest. My breathing becomes erratic as he growls in my ear, “You’re so goddamn hot it pisses me off.” And then he nips my ear, hard.
I yelp at the short pain, but it turns into a moan when his thumb presses down on my clit through the fabric of my thong. His grip tightens in my hair, forcing my head back, and then he sucks a nipple into his mouth. A spark ignites in my lower stomach, the flame spreading through my body like wildfire.
He brushes his thumb over my clit, up and down, while holding a fistful of my hair so I couldn’t even look down. He groaned from deep in his chest and switched breasts, licking and then sucking with a slight scrape of teeth. An embarrassing sound escapes me, but I am so hot everywhere that I don't care.
I lean back on my hands, my hips starting to rock under his touch. His mouth is so hot as he licks and plays with my full breasts, until I begin to think I would die from it. When his hands left me, protest screamed in my veins.
With a dark gaze, he fists my thong at my hip and pulls it down my thighs, dropping it to the floor with the rest of my clothes. I spread my legs once more, past the point of rational thought. His gaze falls between my thighs, and he gives his head a shake, running a hand through his hair.
“Fuck.” That’s all he says. Before his arms wrap around the backs of my thighs, he jerks me to the edge of the bed, and then his head lowers between them. I shudder under the first hot, wet touch of his tongue. A deep rush of pleasure floods me, a more substantial wave rolling through me at every soft, slow lap he takes from the entrance to my clit.”
His eyes flash, and then a feeling of fullness comes over me when he slips one finger inside me. Pleasure ignited, the wick burning through my bloodstream. He holds his finger still, and I try to rock, but his grip around one thigh is immovable.
“He crawls over me, licking and nipping my stomach and breasts as he does. His body covers mine, and he feels so heavy. A warm, blissful heaviness that makes my skin sing with satisfaction. He kisses my neck while bracing his hands on either side of my head.
I realize he’d licked every part of my body, and I’d barely touched him. Tension rolls through him as my hands slide down his back, his sides, and when they settle on his abs, he closes his eyes, his jaw tightening.
My fingers trail the line of hair below his navel, but as they reach the waistband of his briefs, I hesitate. “Lower,” he gritted.
My heartbeat flutters with expectation and uncertainty, but I slide my hand down until I cup his erection through his briefs. His forehead falls to rest on mine, and a rumble escapes his chest. He presses himself further into my palm.
I feel how hot he is through the fabric, how thick, how big, and rugged and utterly masculine. A rush of longing pushes away any hesitation, and I slip my fingers beneath his waistband and wrap my hand around his length.
“Ah fuck,” he groaned. So hot and smooth. Holding it in my palm fills my lower stomach with warmth. I could taste the anticipation of how it would feel inside me, a pulse blooms between my legs. I run my hand down to the base and then all the way back up.
“I want it,” I say shakily.
His hand cups the side of my face.
“Ask me nicely,” he rasped, nipping my jaw.”
“Please,” I say shakily.
I’d ground down hard enough that the head of his erection had slipped inside of me. He is so big it stings. A tremble rolls through me, my exhales heavy and uneven. My fingers curl on his abs as I sink onto him another inch.”
As the pain fades into a delicious fullness, a throaty sigh escapes me, and I slide further down until half of his length disappears inside me. We both watch it happen, my breath coming out erratically. I am so full that it burns.
He stares at where we were joined, his gaze dark, rivaling madness. And then, with a growl, he tosses me onto my back and thrusts all the way inside of me.
I cry out, my back arching off the bed. So packed, too full. I push on his chest to get him to ease out, but he remains so deep I could feel him in my stomach. His body is so heavy as he lies on top of me, one hand braced on the bed and the other cradling my head, and I realize he has let his wolf take control.
We stay like that for a moment, his chest panting for air against mine. His ragged breaths fan my neck while he remains still.
Skin against skin. A scrape of teeth. The heavy weight of him. It was so intense I fought to find air to breathe, to find anything that wasn’t harsh and him. Soon, the intensity softened, my body warming and molding to his. Every thrust began to kindle a spark inside of me that only the next thrust could sate. My nails dig into his biceps, and a slight shudder rolls under his skin.
“The orgasm is immediate and so violent it sends a shudder through me that chatters my teeth, heat pulses in my lower stomach before branching out in tingles and dazzles of the best feeling ever. When I came down, it was to him motionless inside of me, watching me with a gaze dark as night.
Mate, he growls as he lowers his head and licks my neck, nipping it gently, and at that moment, I think he's going to mark me, but he stops and gets off me to lie beside me, wrapping his figure around mine.
A LESSON IN SILENCE