Chapter 38 038
LYKA
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I never knew that the person I was running away from would turn out to be the very person I was running straight into. Fate had a cruel sense of humor, and tonight, it was laughing at me. I couldn’t have known that the lake....meant to be my savior, my place of refuge....would instead become my undoing, my quiet nemesis hidden beneath moonlit waters.
Derrick.
What was Derrick doing at the lake when he was supposed to be in his room? That question barely had time to form before it dissolved into something far more dangerous. Somehow, impossibly, I found myself tangled with him, wrapped in his arms, my back pressed against the cold stones beneath the water. There was no clear escape, no space to think, and the most terrifying part of it all was the realization that I wasn’t fighting it hard enough.
I was enjoying it.
That alone made my chest tighten with guilt and confusion. I told myself....repeatedly....that it was only the heat talking, only my body betraying me, but the way my lips responded to his so eagerly made the lie feel thin and fragile.
Derrick’s kiss was demanding, almost consuming. It wasn’t hesitant or exploratory....it was the kind of kiss that spoke of restraint snapped clean in half. He kissed me like a man who had been starving, and I was the first real meal placed before him after years of hunger. My breath tangled with his, my thoughts scattering as his mouth claimed mine again and again, leaving me dizzy.
His tongue slid into my mouth, slow at first, then deeper, more insistent. I felt him rise against me, intoxicating and overwhelming, like a strong wine I had tasted once in a forgotten dream. His taste lingered on my tongue, rich and dangerous, making my head spin until I felt drunk on nothing but him.
His hands roamed over my wet body, firm and possessive. My legs trembled, weakened by both the cold water and the heat raging inside me. I shifted restlessly, trying to relieve the ache pooling between my thighs, and that was when I felt it....his hands gripping my butt, squeezing hard, pulling me closer to him.
“Mmh…” The sound slipped out of me before I could stop it, melting into the kiss. Derrick didn’t slow down. If anything, he seemed encouraged. His hands slid upward, cupping my breasts through the thin, clinging fabric that did little to hide how hard my nipples were. The material felt useless under his touch, and I gasped as he brushed his thumb over me deliberately.
Inside me, Alexia stirred violently, jolting with excitement at being so close to her mate. I could feel her emotions blending with mine....hunger, longing, desperation. Derrick’s wolf was no calmer. A low, restrained growl vibrated in his chest, sending shivers down my spine. He was holding back, and somehow that made everything worse.
“I… I can’t breathe,” I whispered against his lips, my chest heaving as air became scarce. My lungs burned, my body screaming for oxygen and more of him all at once.
He finally pulled away, just barely, our foreheads touching as we both panted beneath the slit moonlight. The air between us felt thick, charged, alive. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, something unspoken passed between us....acknowledgment, desire, surrender.
Before I could process what was happening, Derrick lifted me effortlessly, wrapping my legs around his torso. My breath hitched sharply when I felt something hard press against me, undeniable and intimidating.
“Where are we going?” I asked, my voice trembling as he placed slow, heated kisses along my collarbone.
“Somewhere warm,” he murmured against my skin, his lips trailing fire wherever they touched. “Somewhere you won’t catch a cold… and somewhere we can be alone.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks, embarrassment and anticipation mixing together. Was this really happening? Were we truly doing this? My instincts screamed at me to protest, to demand he put me down, but my body betrayed me with a soft moan when his hand brushed over my breast again.
He carried me into what looked like a cave, sheltered and dim, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and desire. Without breaking the kiss, he removed the last piece of clothing covering my nakedness. Suddenly exposed, I felt a wave of shyness and tried to cover myself instinctively.
“Don’t,” Derrick rasped, his voice rough with emotion. “You’re beautiful.”
His words settled into me, easing my nerves just enough for me to lower my hands. He kissed my neck slowly, reverently, as his hands explored my breasts again....gentler this time, as if savoring every reaction. I dug my fingers into the sand beneath me, grounding myself as pleasure coiled tighter inside my belly.
His mouth lingered at my collar, his tongue tracing the spot where I knew he would eventually mark me. Each time he pulled away, anticipation twisted painfully inside me, but the pleasure was too consuming for disappointment to take hold.
When he took one of my nipples into his mouth, my heart skipped violently. His tongue circled it, teasing, worshipping, and I cried out softly, overwhelmed. I threaded my fingers through his hair, gripping tightly, needing something....anything....to anchor myself through the waves of sensation crashing over me.
He squeezed the other breast firmly, his touch scorching my nerves. When he switched, giving the other nipple the same attention, I was already trembling, my body aching with need. His hand slid lower, tracing between my thighs, and when his finger slipped inside me, I nearly shattered.
“Mmh!” I moaned as he moved slowly at first, then faster, adding another finger. The pleasure was dizzying, relentless. “You’re too good,” he murmured, kissing me deeply as his fingers continued their sinful rhythm.
I had never felt anything like this....so full, so wanted, so undone. When he finally withdrew his fingers, I whimpered softly, feeling the loss acutely. He kissed me again, growling low into my mouth, and Alexia surged fully to the surface, merging with me completely.
Derrick’s lips left mine as he kissed his way down my body, unhurried, deliberate. When he stopped between my thighs, staring hungrily, my breath caught in my throat. His growl deepened as he inhaled my scent.
“What are you....” I began, but the words vanished into nothing when his tongue touched my clit.
My world exploded.
My body arched instinctively, my stomach tightening as pleasure flooded me. I was soaked, trembling, lost. “Say my name,” he commanded, his voice rough and irresistible.
“Derrick,” I moaned, helplessly, like a spell had been cast over me.
After some time, he kissed me, making me taste myself, I was barely holding together. “You taste good,” he said, and despite everything, I smiled.
Derrick stood up, and I was able to feast my eyes on his swollen bulge. A wave of panic rushed through me as I wondered if he truly intended to do what my governess had lectured me about....with something that big.
Is it even going to fit?
My breath hitched as I watched him position himself at my entrance. Fear curled tightly in my stomach as the reality of his size settled in, and suddenly, I was genuinely scared.
“Relax… I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered into my ear, gently biting my earlobe. A soft moan escaped my lips at the simple gesture.
Every one of his actions turned me into a moaning mess. Derrick took his time, placing slow, lingering kisses all over my body. I was so immersed in the pleasure, so lost in the sensation, that I didn’t even realize when he finally began to push inside me.
“Ahhh!” I gasped as pain surged through me, tears spilling from my eyes as my body burned. I felt a warm liquid trail down my thigh, and before I could cry out again, Derrick captured my lips with his, silencing me as he slid fully inside.
Another tear escaped as I clutched at his back, my fingers digging into his skin from the overwhelming pain.
Why does it hurt this much?
Is he going to mark me?