Chapter 56

Chapter 56

After I regained some power, he helped me go toward a table, lifted me, and placed me on the varnished wood. It was only then that I realized what he had brought us in, a type of library with hardcover books on every wall and a feel that was not all that dissimilar from the worn-out ridges of my own partner. It was intellectual, peaceful, and we had defiled it between the two of us.

With each frayed breath, I swallowed the aroma of our passions, still attempting to find my bearings. My fingers tingle against the torn fabric of my dress as I gently put my touch on the excitement in my stomach. Not only was the dress a disaster, the fake slit was torn all the way up to my hip, scraping the exposed skin of my tummy.

My thighs' slickness was becoming sticky, and the exhilaration of his touch was beginning to wear off. I could think clearly again, and my morals were returning without his having to fuck me against every surface in this room. That's war problematic, because I knew that as soon as I looked back at him, I would see what a grave error I had made.

I could feel the darkness reclaiming me and my fire fading, and when Derrick growled in frustration, I knew I had to find my way back to him.

Despite the mayhem that would follow, he was the center of my universe. Despite the blood and the relationship that bound me to him, even though I was incapable of choosing a side in a conflict that was forming.

Now, as he paced in front of me, his wolf was tugging at his seams, our scents blending and clinging to the spaces between us that begged to be filled. My release was still covering his hand. He had voluntarily given in to my wants, and now I watched as he battled his own, the realization that I was not willing to take care of him in the same manner that he had taken care of me.

Now, that he took such good care of me, I was acting like a bitch.

His Hard-on was evident and appeared to be taking on the monstrous shape of his wolfish appearance; It was as though he had stuffed a brick down his trousers. What was worse was that I knew exactly what I should have been doing every time he paused in his stride and let out a string of obscenities.

He had intended for me to express my need for him and to plead for his touch when I was pressed up against that door and bound to his touch, so that he would know without a doubt that I want him. However, Derrick understood that pleading with me to touch him wouldn't be the same; instead, he would much rather have my willingness.

He was having difficulty breathing, and I had to act quickly to stop this from getting out of control.

His roar was so ugly and deep that it made my hands curl up around the edge of the table. I guess I should go so you can… I felt uneasy as my desire for him began to simmer deep inside of me, making me gasp once again.

"Don't finish that fucking sentence unless you're willing to put your mouth where the problem is.“ He bit me back, his eyes darting to his wolf form as he concentrated on my terrified shape.

There was proof of his touch all about me, and I had nothing to do with it.

With a strong, commanding gait, he approached me once more. He shoved my legs wide with rough hands so he could take up residence between them, and I leaned away from his overbearing presence, as he drew nearer to me. With one hand gripping my thigh to keep me in place and the other reaching up to caress my face, I gritted my teeth as I felt him press into my core. His deliberate and forceful touch indicated exactly what he wanted from me.

I briefly wished that he wouldn't be so patient with me and wouldn't wait for my approval.

I hoped he would simply pull me away from this table and rotate me such that my belly pressed up against the edge. My chest flat against the surface, his palm pressing on the small of my back, as he pushed me to stay put. I prayed, he would punish me for every time I rejected his advances.

He hammered into me from behind without feeling guilty, filling me up with his need, filling me up with something much more than just his fingers, and I prayed he would teach me a lesson for every time I had minimized the bond we had.

As I waited for him and gazed at him, my heart was racing.

Though I knew I shouldn't let him, I still wanted him to want me unconditionally. I wasn't going to allow him to make another mistake because what we just shared could not be undone.

"I've seen that look in your eyes before.“ I let out a pained whimper, and he seemed to lose interest in me. His jaw tightened, his nostrils flared, and his hands gripped tighter around me.

"It's like every time you get closer to me, you're just waiting to push me away.“ My facade had been exposed to him, and now I found myself at his mercy. "I'm trying to do everything your way, I'm compromising, I'm holding back my own wolf–I'm trying so fucking hard and it's like all you ever want to do is run from me.“ His speech carried a hurt that quickly connected to my loneliness and sent knives in my heart.

I had never been wanted like this before, and I didn't know what to do with the desperation, passion, and rawness I felt.

I gazed up at him, my eyes filled with tears. I tried to reassure him and show him that he was mistaken. I wanted to let him know that all I wanted was to be by his side, to feel secure in his arms, and to be touched with care. I wanted to tell him that he was misinterpreting everything, but I was in no position to give in to my emotions the way he could.

"I need to leave, I need to …“ I felt my words hitting him like a punch to the body, as he turned away from me, abandoning me in the cold.

With his hands fisted at his sides and a silent expression that left a deep ache in my skull, he turned his back on me. As I moved away from the table, my hands trembling and my legs shaky, the tension in the room felt like glass. For a little period, I observed him, noting the gap between us and the anger that bound him to me. I wanted to say something, but I was aware that whatever I said would exacerbate the situation.

I cautiously made my way across the room, keeping my gaze fixed on his body until I arrived at the entrance once more. I had no choice but to leave, but perhaps he wouldn't let me go, perhaps he wouldn't be so kind to me, considering that all I ever seemed to do was break his heart. I gripped the door handle and turned it until I could feel his hands once more touching me.