They were both nicely dressed. Hannah dressed in a light blue long dress and Garret wore a nice button-down and a tie that matched Hannah’s outfit.
It was a nice celebration and afterward, people mingled, danced, , and congratulated Garret and Hannah. I was getting warming as time progressed, uncomfortably warmer. I wasn’t really into the partying so I was sitting at one of the tables, slowly drinking my water to cool myself down. Sage kept urging for me to see Derek and there were a few times I saw him looking over at me. I would get warmer and he’d studied me before going back to what he was doing.
“Good evening Violeta,” I turned my head to see Socorro. I gave a smile in return, “you look lovely tonight.”
“Thank you,” I rushed, not used to compliments. He smiled and nodded.
“Of course. How are you?” he asked as he took a seat at the round table.
“I’m doing okay, just hot,” I told him and he had a knowing glint in his eyes. “How a-are you?” I asked.
“Doing just fine. I’m surprised Alpha hasn’t gotten you yet,” I raised my eyebrows in confusion at that. He went to tell me but a woman called his name, “well, that’s my wife. I’m sure you’ll figure out what I mean, try not to let anyone near you. I’ll see you later,” he smiled and got up, leaving me confused.
More time went on, my wolf craved Derek more and more and I got hotter and hotter. I got up and started to walk away, back to the house. Sage growled at me for walking away from
Derek but I ignored her.
Yearning? A small fire of desire building up in me. A desire for Derek. As I was walking away, Sage suddenly purred in anticipation and before I could question it, there was a hand that grabbed my arm. Sparks flew and I gasped. I felt myself cool down slightly before I flamed back up.
Heat.
I turned and faced him, his eyes were dark, pooling with lust. He pulled me closer to him, my body melting with his. A sigh of relief left my lips as I cooled.
“De-”
“Shh Flower, let’s go back,” he spoke, his voice dark with desire, and started walking me back to the house, pulling me closer to his side. My need for him grew the more he walked.
We were at the steps, barely in the door when I couldn’t take it anymore. The heat was too much and Derek seemed to be the only thing to cool it down.
“Derek,” I groaned out and fisted his shirt in my hand. I turned to him, my chest pressing against his. I looked deeply into his eyes and I went to kiss him.
I barely moved before his lips took mine. I moaned against his lips which earned a growl from him. His hands wrapped around my waist and mine found his neck, squeezing myself into him.
He pulled me up and walked up the stairs, into my room as he attacked my lips, bringing down my temperature. Derek laid me on the bed and pulled away from my lips. I whined.
“Flower, you’re in heat,” he said but I didn’t care. I pulled on his shirt to bring his lips back down. He held himself up and a small growl left my lips.
What was his problem? Kiss me!
“Derek,” I whined and moved my hips against his.
He stiffened for a moment, intensely looking down at me. He let out a frustrated groan and brought himself down on me, kissing me.
I felt pleasure coarse through me straight to my core. I wrapped an arm around his neck, the other rubbing his back. He pulled off my shirt that covered my shoulder and then moved the dress straps down my arms.
Small alarm bells rang in my mind, I wasn’t completely comfortable with him seeing my scars, but my bond blinded my insecurities.
He dragged the dress down my body and tossed it to the side. His hands roamed my body and I arched into his touch. My core was dripping in anticipation and I wrapped my legs around his waist, rubbing against his bulge to find release.
He groaned against my lips, trailing down to my mark and sucked on it. I gasped in pleasure and he continued on his tour. His hand found my boob and gave me a light squeeze. He trailed it down to my underwear seam and played with it while his other hand unhooked my bra and pulled it off of me.
Once it was fully off and discarded somewhere in my room, he pulled back to admire me. I arched more to maintain contact with his clothed chest. Why was his shirt still on, I want it off. A dark growl left his lips.
I furrowed my brows in confusion, caught up in the moment to understand what he was pissed about. I looked at where his eyes were trained and a whole wave of knowledge and insecurities washed over me. He was staring, not at my boobs but at my cut up abdomen.
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to do. So, I laid there and waited even though my body was on fire at the fact that he wasn’t touching me. His hands on the side of my head were shaking. He closed his eyes and let out a breath, leaning down to my stomach. He lightly kissed my scars and I felt my bond swell in adoration.
“You so beautiful Flower,” he moved to the long scar that Chris cut into me mere days before Derek took me away, “my strong Flower,” he whispered, kissing it. “Mine.”