Chapter 93

Chapter 93

As he drew my legs apart, he sank into me, his head tucked between my thighs; his lips trailed delicate kisses against my tender flesh; and his confession was savage.

He was kneeling in front of me, ready to worship the spot I had caressed and taunted him about earlier in the morning, and it left me reeling. I felt as though I was having an out-of-body experience; my heart was thumping fiercely in my chest, my mind was overflowing with what he had just revealed to me, and I was bleeding with too many emotions.

Derrick required a wolf of witch blood.

The words kept whirling over and over in my mind, spiraling out of control until they vanished into the emptiness that was everything I was unable to comprehend.

The truths are collapsing to dust at my feet from my mouth.

The destiny of his realm depended on a particular kind of wolf that my partner detested the most. He was the king of wolves, the alpha of alphas. More than anything, he was unaware that he had fallen in love with the same thing he meant to murder and that he had the exact thing he wanted to destroy right on the tip of his tongue, sultrying her till she could feel the earth whirling.

My body trembled in response to his mouth moving against me, and I instinctively ran my hands through his hair.

Knowing how much grief it would cause him and having heard the confidence in his tone, how could I be honest with him now? After waiting for me for a very long time, he finally realized that I was the wolf that had caused him agony and suffering, as well as the one who had brought disaster into his life.

As I realized what I had to do, my breathing became shallow and labored, and my heart began to race in my chest. Kyle had told me to go visit the demon so I could obtain the potion to stop the torture that would begin since he knew that severing the bond was the only way to minimize the hardship.

However, severing a tie had never been simple, particularly with more senior wolves.

Even in death, fated partners were destined to be together, so if Derrick intended to murder me, it would also kill him. That was my main defense for not letting him mark me yet. There was no way out for either of us if he had tagged me and decided that he loathed me after realizing who I was, turning our lives into the sad mess that I had always wanted them to be.

I had to give him the choice to sever our relationship if I was going to be honest with him; that was the only way this could work out if he understood he didn't have to be dependent on me. Without me in it, he could deal with my loss and enjoy the life he deserved with a partner who could fulfill all of his desires without causing him any heartache. He would live, and I would never be able to damage him again since my mother couldn't even come close to hurting him without my power.

It was my responsibility to ensure Derrick's happiness, even if it meant sacrificing my own life.

This is what I had always known would happen.

His lips pressed on my innermost being, causing me to tremble and shudder as I let out a whimper. The anxiety of what I had to do was intensifying the excitement, wreaking havoc on my body, my heart pounding against me as it strained against the patterns his lips were making over my slit.

He was skilled at this, putting me back together with his mouth only to rip me apart. I gasped at the air surrounding me as his groaning sound vibrated on my sensitivity. His head was getting deeper and deeper, and I was unraveling in more ways than one, a bundle of nerves ready to catch fire.

"Derrick, please, I'm not able to"—

He jerked his head up from between my knees to stare up at me, and I sobbed and cried, tears streaming out of my eyes.

Something about the way his eyes were black with want and his lips covered in my pleasure made the anguish much more excruciating.

"Just breathe, angel; you're okay." He whispered, and I felt my gut tighten at what he said.

He kissed the inside of my thighs and continued to look at me until his mouth returned to its proper position.

This time, his tongue plunged into me with greater intensity and desperation.

"Fuck it all—fuck it all"

He was playing with me, his hot mouth crushed against mine, exploring, caressing, fucking—I couldn't focus on anything else.

I fell apart and arched my back, the tears still welling up.

I laid my back on the desk, unable to stop my body from shivering, my elbows banging against it. As he rose from his knees, he stroked my legs with his hands while admiring his brain-dead partner struggle under the intense orgasmic force he had just inflicted.

"You did so good for me, baby." I let out a quiet groan as his hands moved up my sides and his lips formed moist, gaping kisses against my neck. "So fucking beautiful how you fall apart from every touch I give to you—my touches, my teasing, all fucking mine." With a possessive growl, he pressed his lips against mine, seemingly branding me with our recent actions.

I felt like a moron as I let him take me, unable to put together a cohesive idea that would keep me from crying.

"You're so perfect; everything about you is so perfect." I shook my head at him as he brushed away the tears that had soiled my cheeks.

He would soon discover that I was the worst person ever, even though I wasn't flawless.

With genuine devotion, his darker gaze had brightened, and he sighed, his possessive hunger for me softening at the edges. His breath hit my face, causing a tingling sensation against the moisture on my cheeks.

"Your friend is giving me a headache." He lowered his eyes. "She's been arguing with my warriors for a while now, demanding to be let into my office." The idea of Vera being anywhere other than this room seemed to be the information that would quickly sober me up.

"Shit!" I cried out. "I was supposed to be helping her with the new hires we have at the café; she's going to be so pissed at me." My words came out of my lips quickly, mixed with relief and deceit.

In order to visit a demon regarding a mate bond, I needed a reason to leave this pack house.

Derrick followed me, bending over me to retrieve my pants from my ankles and bring them back up to my limbs. As I collapsed from my desk, he fitted my dress and slid the fabric over the curve of my posterior. His hands firmly grasped my hips, and for an instant, I didn't believe he wanted to release them.

He said, "I hate it when you leave," and I stared up at him, swallowing my remorse.

I think this may be the final time I will see him acting so openly toward me. My final opportunity is to make him see me as his partner. I dragged him towards me, my hands sweeping across his forearms and then curling around his neck, my heart thudding desperately in my chest. I leaned into him and nestled my face into the crook of his neck, memorizing the aroma that sent my wolf wild for him. He seemed bewildered.

"I regret all the agony I've been causing you, and I hate that I've been such a poor partner to you.

Maybe if I grew closer to him, if I buried myself under his skin, if I dug myself into his bones, maybe I wouldn't hate myself for this. My heart grew, and my throat tightened as I tightened my grip on him. My body held back my tears.

"Kylie." Everything around me slowed down as soon as he shouted my name.

I could feel him all about me; it was an enduring sensation that was infused into my very being.

I pressed my nails into his shoulders, fighting to keep them pressed against his chest, but he pushed me away from him.

"Kylie, no matter what you do, say, or desire, you were intended for me. Don't ever apologize to me for it, since our fate as a couple has already been written. You surpass my expectations beyond measure. What more could I possibly ask for when you are stronger, wiser, and more attractive?

Words that I swallowed down with truth, so gorgeous they were, tears streaming silently down my cheeks.

He would be arguing the exact opposite in a few hours since things were about to take a turn for the worst.

"Can we have dinner together tonight, just the two of us?" With a nod, he brushed away the uncontrollably streaming tears with the pads of his thumb.

If I told him about the betrayal, at least there would be no witnesses.

"What else do you want?" He spoke softly, as if he would take the world out of orbit and place it in my hands if I asked for it.

"Kiss me." He looked down at me, and even though it was a nasty request, my heart grew.

"Next time." As he got close to me, he said, "Kiss me yourself." Once more, his lips touched mine, and I sank against him, letting my arousal, my tears, and his taste meld with my fate.

I took my time kissing him since I thought this might be my last chance. I pressed my tongue against his lips, feeling every inch of them, looking for an opening, and when he realized I wanted to take charge, he growled. We were inhaling and exhaling simultaneously, our hearts beating in unison, chest to chest, and our souls uniting as one.

When I moved away to get some air, he snarled.

"Kiss me like that again, and neither of us is going anywhere." My tongue was about to taste my lips when his hand caught my jaw.

I moved away from him, matching the glassy expression in his eyes with mine. In the last twenty-four hours, I had given in to so many of my passions for him, and we had barely begun to explore them.

When I eventually stepped away from his desk, I whispered softly, "Vera is waiting for me; I'll see you in a few hours."

As I approached his door, I felt his gaze on me, and when I turned to face him again, I realized that relieving him of the mate bond was the only act of mercy I could perform for the two of us.