The past few months have been the worst for me. Hermione had lost the pregnancy and haunted me with the knowledge of it daily. This morning, the ranting had begun, and I was just about sick of it as I was months ago.
“… you don’t love me. Why are you still with me? The guilt? You are with me because of guilt right?” She yelled, her disheveled hair smelling of days-old grime.
“Do you even shower anymore, Hermione?” I said, scrunching my nose at the stench that was oozing from her body.
“You don’t look at me anymore. It’s just sad. I love you so much.” She cried, and I dodged her when she tried to hug me.
“Come here. Let me help you take your bath.” I cajoled her. A part of my heart broke at all she had been through. The emotional stress I had put her through because of what I had found seemed so small to be so upset about. She looked so weak and tired.
I took her to the bathroom, helped remove her clothes, and began to rub her back.
“Don’t touch me like that. You don’t love me.” Her voice broke and she cried bitterly.
After we came back to the house, she refused to speak or eat with me. All my attempts to speak to her failed as it was always met with a cold response.
Her family had left her in my care. It was overwhelming at first, but soon I had grown bored with the fights. It didn’t make sense to be around her and treat her like shit.
I didn’t know what led me to undress, and I carried her to the shower.
“Derrick? What are you doing? You don’t love me? Why are you doing this if you do not love me?” She asked, crying in my arms.
“Stop talking,” I whispered and turned on the shower. I adjusted the temperature of the water to suit her and pulled her onto my chest.
“I love you, Derrick. I’m sorry. Please love me back.” She begged.
I rubbed her hair and added a blob of shampoo. Gently massaging it into her scalp, I kissed her lips gently.
She began to moan in my arms as my hard length began to grind against her.
“It’s okay Hermione. We are going to take it one step at a time. I promise I am willing to try this time. Give us one more chance. Forgive me. I’m sorry about the babies.” I apologized.
“I didn’t mean to. You had your mate and I didn’t get mine. It’s not fair. I had to do what I had to do. You didn’t.” She cried some more.
Honestly, I wish I could go back in time and change what I did to Pandora but since I couldn’t, Hermione was my second chance and I would not hurt anyone else anymore.
“Let me make it up to you. I love you, Hermione, and I am sorry about all you have had to go through.” I picked up the soap and doused her back with it.
Rubbing her back in circles seems to be relaxing me a lot more than it was for her. She had her eyes closed, and her hands wrapped around me.
All the good memories began to flood my head and even though a part of my wolf still wanted Pandora, I knew there was no hope for us to be together again.
“Are you sure you love me? If Pandora shows up today? You would not leave me for her?” She asked, opening her eyes briefly to look at me.
“No. There’s nothing between Pandora and me. I already rejected her, and you also know that she has moved on to Alpha Rolan.” I said, trying to sound chill even though my heart was boiling in my chest.
“Come here!” She ordered and dragged my head down to her lips. She kissed me deeply and marveled at how much she could tell me just through a kiss. I had been blind all of these months.
I returned the kiss, deepening it as I pulled her up my hips. Her legs straddled my waist while I had her back to the wall. We didn’t break the kiss and soon, the urgency that I needed to be inside her overwhelmed me.
“Not yet! Kiss me some more, Derrick. I’ve missed that so much.” She begged. I knew there was no going back for me, as I had already positioned her on my erection. As her cries rent the air, I lowered her slowly, inch by tantalizing inch.
She was warm and tight. She wrapped her legs tighter around my waist and bit my neck gently. Hermione was purring, something uncanny was happening. Her eyes flew open.
“Mate” she whispered. When I heard that, I waited patiently to see if I would feel the same feeling. She was looking at me with so many expectations, like waiting for me to also confirm that I had felt what she felt.
“Mate” I whispered, burying myself deeper into her even though I knew that I didn’t know whether she was my mate or not.
“Oh, shit!” She moaned louder as I began to pump heavily into her. Her moans rent the air, and each tantalizing scream fueled my need for more.
I had washed her clean, so I steadied her on her feet and knelt between her legs. She grasped onto my head tightly as I began to drink her juices. Hermione was going to have to be the one for me. As I felt her body trembling, I spun her around and positioned myself behind her.
She began to moan louder and held onto the shower head.
“Don’t stop! Oh, Daddy! Please don’t!” She moaned and grasped my hips, deepening each thrust.
Her pure enjoyment and the orgasm she started having spurned mine into action. Soon I was quaking inside her, feeling truly free for the first time since I rejected Pandora.