Chapter 52

Chapter 52

As our lips met, I felt a burning, passionate fire ignite beneath my skin, driving my heart toward him, as I pressed myself against him.

It was a gentle, uncomplicated touch, and, as with the other occasions, we found ourselves in similar circumstances, the energy of our matebond united us.

I could feel our bodies forming against one another and our intentions combining into a jumble of desires and hunger. With each caress and hold, his hands were heavy on my body, desperate to keep me on top of him. His fingers curled around my hips, drawing me closer as our burning for one another grew. Derrick was attempting to let me take the initiative, but his alpha personality kept getting in the way and he was unable to control himself.

I rubbed my breasts over his shirt-clad chest, loving the limitations of our clothing as I pressed my body closer to his, despite who I was and where we were. I desired to be nearer to him, to touch every part of him with my hands.

I gulped down his howling wolf growl, something low and intimate that made my inner wolf start singing. In the same breath, he was devouring me and enjoying the way I gave in to him. He used his tongue to pry my lips apart so that I could more easily taste his sweetened flavor, which made it difficult for me to think.

Had he tasted this the last time he'd kissed me outside my apartment in the hallway, I couldn't recall, but at that moment, I just wanted more. His aroma was intensifying, growing more and more musky and intensely scorching.

My mouth pressed closer to his, feeling the intense, blinding pain that was developing inside of me, as the black threads of want began to entice me once more, exactly like they were doing to him. Just as a series of desperations hammered on my heart and reverberated in the little groans I let his tongue catch, we were united in this instant, feeling what each of us craved.

He was a battle that only I could command, and I was a wildness that only he could contain.

As my hands moved to his chest, I had to fight the need to rip his shirt off, expose him to me, and let him do the same.

His teeth sank into my lip, cutting into the inflamed skin, as my hips ground needily against him and he hissed in pain. I had been thinking about and trying to avoid all the wicked things for days, but now he was ready to do them all, and he was rockhard beneath me. However, I was tired of avoiding it and was ready to give in to everything.

Derrick was a map I wanted to be lost in, lost enough to forget the past and the suffering, lost enough to allow myself to be loved and to love in return, since the power I had over myself was eroding. I desired to remain in this idyllic cocoon I had made for myself, since it would mean that no one could separate us.

But he was yanking me away, just as my defenses were breaking down.

He untangled me from him with his hand in my hair, his eyes undoubtedly as dark as mine, and his breath as wild as my heart. I didn't understand why he was stopping us; Our wolves were on the surface, eager to pounce at the chance to stake their claim.

"Careful.“ He whispered against my flesh. "I do not think you want our first time to be in front of an audience.“ The rush of needing him broke like glass as I awoke to the harsh reality of my surroundings and my actions, the noises of the auction piercing my lust-filled daze.

I was still in his lap and they had moved on from the necklace, but I was so focused on him that I was oblivious to anything else. As soon as my lips met his, all I could think about was having him in any capacity he permitted.

I attempted to escape the embarrassment pressing against me, but he held me in place with his palms making comforting circles by my side.

Having him in this state and knowing that he wanted me to keep an eye on him was comforting. His head dropped back towards me, his mouth peppering kisses against my jawline and running down my neck, his lips warm and ready. My hunger for him had caused my kiss to be so intense that it left bruises on his mouth, leaving his lips puffy.

"They're not paying us any attention.“ He made an effort to reassure me, but I could see he was lying to shield me from the truth. Derrick didn‘t care; In fact, he took joy in the spectacle we were putting on, but I would have been naive not to think so.

Dieser matelink was making me lose my mind, and he was allowing hope to sprout in my heart about a life I could have with him, if only I could let go of my past. So I moaned, as I buried my face in the crook of his neck.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, it's normal to lose control sometimes.“ He attempted to defend what I perceived to be a terrifying circumstance.

I had never lost control before – that was until I met Derrick. It was the way of our wolf, whose urges and passions extended deeper than our own. Derrick had lost control with me previously.

But he took great satisfaction in what I considered a weakness.

The kiss we had demonstrated sufficiently to the people, exactly who I belonged to, and that was all Derrick wanted from me – he wanted me to belong to him. He loved the way I had taken him, and he enjoyed the way I had kissed him in front of all these people.

I squirmed in his lap, frantically shifted, and when my thighs brushed across his very hard cock, I let out a breathless cry. Dies was one of the numerous consequences of my rubbing myself against him. I froze in my spot, and he laughed faintly. How could I have so easily forgotten something so obvious? In the heat of the moment, I didn't care that I could feel how he had hardened beneath me.

"I can feel how wet you are for me, even through the fabric of our clothes, neither of us has anything to be ashamed of.“ I started wriggling again, as soon as he murmured anything softly.

My feelings for him were being reignited by his confidence, which demonstrated that in this circumstance, the two of us were all that mattered to him. Compared to me, Derrick was obviously more aroused, but he wasn't trying to hide it. I knew I had to act, before my control was totally taken away, even though my skin was flushed and my yearning for him was still pounding in the pit of my stomach. I was aware of the need to be certain of myself before taking any action that would be irreversible.

I stammered off his lap and muttered, "I need to use the restroom,“ hurriedly. As my feet touched the ground, my knees nearly buckled, but he supported me–always the gentleman.