Chapter 88

Chapter 88

I was filled with a great deal of desire, and my heart was pounding wildly with uncertainty. It wouldn't matter if I lingered here for a few minutes; I would just sit on the edge of his bed and inhale his scent as my wolf desired, and then I would walk away.

His room was comfortable, but without him, it felt strange, and I felt nervous all over. When I realized my tiny error, I grabbed his sheets tightly because Derrick would know that I had been in his room even if I were to leave right away. My scent was probably now deeply ingrained in the air, and I was unable to force myself to move on.

I pressed my back against his mattress and pushed myself farther onto his bed, my feet gliding across the satiny sheets. With a shuddering breath, I stared up at his ceiling, realizing that it was too late.

My body was tingling from the electricity of our mate bond, and my heart was thumping with excitement. I could feel my hands automatically move to the center of my robe and undo the knot, my need for him scratching against me once more. The material separated from my skin, exposing my nudeness, and I gasped as my hands moved to the center of my legs.

I tried to get some sense back into myself by pinching at my skin.

I couldn't possibly do this. I most certainly wasn't going to enjoy myself in his bed.

I drew in a deep breath and began to moan softly as the pain in my core intensified until I was completely devoid of rational thought. Whimpering when my fingers finally touched their target, my hands moved between my thighs, riding higher and higher.

As the sensitivity shot trembled through my body, I stammered out sounds of ecstasy. The tips of my fingers were playing with the moisture I'd been trying to ignore all night, but now the image of his body against mine was taking over my mind. The images in my mind of his hands moving all over my body, pinning me to his bed, his head resting between my thighs, his lips shining with—

Another shock of electricity sent shivers down my spine, making me gasp and groan as my fingers went deep inside of me. My lover was pleading for every atom of me, but my stubbornness prevented him from having everything about me.

I knew better than to be doing this, but I just couldn't bring myself to stop.

I moaned a faint tune as my finger pads ran over the lines of the pooling moisture surrounding my fingers. As I accelerated my speed and attempted to chase after the release I had been struggling with all night, my back arched and my breathing became labored.

With each gasp for breath, Derrick's aroma filled me to the brim, and I felt like I was about to let go when everything crashed back down.

The door to Derrick's bedroom flew open, slamming against the wall and sending the release I was seeking slamming back into my body.

Out of absolute terror, I withdraw myself from myself, my need convulsing into a giant ball of fury—his hatred.

Upon entering the room, Derrick gave me a passionate stare that turned my complexion scarlet due to humiliation and dyspnea. I could not help but stare at him, even though he hardly gave me a look. His powerful physique was exposed to me, with the exception of the shorts that concealed the most desired item on my body.

I did my best to control my heart's rapid pounding while he swept the room with dark, enraged eyes. It was ineffective, though, as his muscles tensed flawlessly beneath his skin as he moved across his room like the untamed animal that he was. His body was still slippery with sweat from his training session.

This was not the reason I had accepted to remain with him last night, but now that he was in front of me in this manner, I wasn't sure what to do.

"Who is in here with you? I'll fucking kill him!" I nearly choked on his inquiry as it thundered through the air.

I never would have imagined that he would listen to me, much less accuse me of being with another man—in his room, in his bed—when I had decided to do what I had almost done.

"There's no one here; it's only me!" Breathlessly, my voice still hoarse from the act I was still trying to cover, I let out an exclamation.

He turned to face me, his intensely angry gaze piercing mine once again.

Though not in this exact manner, this was not how I had envisaged him pinning me to his bed.

I tried to draw my robe close against my skin, but I was stuck in place. With his nostrils flaring, his jaw clenching, and his control taking hold of me as I started to wither beneath its intensity, his features had hardened, and his glance darted across the situation I was in.

He stepped in my direction.

"Then why the fuck could I hear your moans from all the way across my territory?" I swallowed anxiously, writhing under his disclosure and his merciless gaze.

I felt my body tremble, and as he followed its movement, the fury in his eyes finally vanished.

Even though he had caught me red-handed, he had already consigned his thoughts to envy before the notion of my indulging myself had ever crossed his mind. I felt like moving, curling up into myself as he focused on how I was spread out on his bed, and the color of his eyes grew even darker.

Not only did I not want him to look away, but I also wanted to hide from him.

He inhaled deeply, his nose quivering as he recognised the deadly quality of my aroma. Nothing I did could stop the yearning from running through me, even after I'd been caught. The wetness between my legs was growing tenfold now that he was here.

He growled menacingly, and that's when I began to panic.

My body moved up his bed until my back hit the headboard, my legs kicking out in front of me.

What had I anticipated—that he would know exactly what I was doing and that my desire for him would be obvious to him if only my scent hadn't betrayed me?

"What are you doing in my bed, Kylie?" His speech had a guttural quality that made me shake my head, so I squeezed my lips together.

Though there was a reason I'd taken matters into my own hands, I also desired him. He moved closer to me, and I felt the need to hide myself before he took the proof of my passion into his own hands. My hands began to tug at his sheets.

"Nothing." I cried out as I struggled to hold his silk sheets, but they kept slipping out of my hands.

He came charging at me, first skulking and then snagging my ankle. The sensation of him made my body heat up again, and I gasped. I knew that was it when his eyes narrowed towards me.

Fuck it.

"Were you touching yourself?" His searing glare forced the truth out of me, and his voice sounded strained and gruff almost at the same time. How could I admit to anything like this?

"I wasn't doing anything." I denied it once more, but when I answered, a dark sneer formed on his lips.

He was gleefully contemplating what I was doing as he picked up my creations and forcefully put them back in place.

I was in his sleeping quarters. I was lying on his bed. My aroma of pleasure was overwhelming all other scents, and he discovered me with my hands tucked between my legs.

His palm slid from my ankle and skated up my leg, and I could see the deadly hue in his irises, his wolf ready to come out and play with me. His fingers tightened their hold on my mid-thigh skin, pinching at my tenderness while I attempted to remain motionless to avoid aggravating my desire for him more.

His touch and his gaze gripped me, and I found it difficult to draw air into my lungs. Without warning, his thumb brushed the slickness of my inner thighs, gathering the secretions I'd produced in a single motion. I let out an extended groan as my wolf briefly took charge of me. I lost control of myself, but instead of letting go of me, he pushed himself towards me and hovered his body over mine till I started to wriggle.