Sunlight broke me out of my peaceful state of sleep.
No nightmares…
I tightly shut my eyes, basking in the warmth surrounding me, snuggling deeper into it. Sage purred inside me, happy that I was staying in bed. I wasn’t sure why she was so happy about it, besides the fact I didn’t have any terrors in my mind.
The sun was bothering me, so I turned to the side, my face meeting a warm wall. I stiffened at the unfamiliar object in the bed and my eyes flew open to be met with a chest. I pushed back but didn’t get that far when an arm held me in place. I looked up to see Derek’s resting face, a small crease in between his eyebrows.
Why was he sleep-
Oh.
My face heated up when I remembered last night. Could I be any more desperate?
I was begging him to touch me!
I frowned in embarrassment and pulled away from his grip. The crease in his eyebrow deepened and he tightened his hold on my waist. My naked waist. I clutched the blanket to my chest and started to wiggle from his grip.
Derek shifted and pulled me closer, rubbing his nose in my hair and taking a deep breath. I tensed and still tried to pull away.
“Violet,” his husky morning voice grumbled. My heart fluttered and Sage was warm with happiness. I was almost lured to stay with him and just relax, but my scarred common sense kicked in.
I wiggled some more and used one hand to pry off his arm. He sighed and lifted his arm, freeing me but staying where he was, eyes still closed. I scooted to the side of the bed, and then he cracked his eyes open, studying me.
I felt my face heat up and I pulled the cover higher up and tighter around me. His eyes followed the movements and darkened for a moment before coming back. I went to say something to break the silence but no words would come out.
“Sorry for last night,” he spoke up, propping his head upon his hand, “you were in heat and I knew you would regret it if we went all the way. But I didn’t want you to be in pain, plus my wolf can only hold back so much, especially with you. Just look at yourself,” he chuckled and mumbled the last part.
I studied his face. He didn’t seem to be lying. I didn’t feel it, he was just being honest.
“Thank you,” I croaked out, my voice cracked from sleep. My eyes left his face, I was too awkward to hold his stare while discussing our sex life. They found his tan torso basking in the morning air, on full display.
So smooth. I wanted to touch.
Once I realized where I was looking I quickly moved my eyes and they caught sight of his amused, smirking expression.
“You can look all you want. I’m all yours,” Sage yipped in joy at that comment. “I do have to say, you are one sweet tasting Flower.”
I realized what he meant and stammered as I thought of something to say. Sweet? He did say something like that last night, I was drowsy but still heard him.
…”Sweet. Taste just like honey, fitting.”…
I blushed at the memory and I heard Derek chuckle at my reaction.
“You do like to grind, makes me painfully hard, but you still do it,” he continued and my face darkened.
I felt myself sink into the bed to try and cover my shyness about this subject, clinging to the blanket as it’d shield me. He laughed again, eyes gleaming as he took me in.
“I- um. I-” I spluttered, having no clue how to respond to that.
“I’m just messing with you Honey, although you are very tasty,” he mused. I swallowed and nodded. “Come back over, I want to hold you,” he said and reached an arm out to me.
I flinched and shook my head, “I’m n-naked,” I whispered.
He lightly chuckled. “I know Flower, I’m well aware. Would you come over if you had clothes on?” he asked, seeming to care for my answer. I nodded, slightly apprehensive if I were to deny. “Words,” he reminded me.
“Yes,” I whispered. I felt a wave of satisfaction that wasn’t mine run through me. It felt like his emotions hit stronger after last night. He nodded and sat up fully. I went to question him but he waved it off.
“Stay, I’ll go get you something.” He stood up and walked into the closet and came out with a short-sleeved shirt and some loose-fitting pants and underwear. He set them by my arm that was holding the blanket to my naked body. “I’ll be in the bathroom. Don’t worry, I won’t look or anything,” he reassured.
He left me to get dressed, which I quickly did so he wouldn’t walk out on my exposed body. Despite him seeing it yesterday, my bond was blinding me, I knew I wouldn’t want him to see my scars.
Maybe he wanted to see me and didn’t want to wait in the bathroom. He did call me his last night. Was I being a bitch? I know Alphas are possessive about their possessions and he said I was his. So may-
“Violet,” Derek called out from behind the bathroom door, “are you good?” he asked.
I stuttered for a second, my mind blanking then scrambling for words to use. “Y-yes!” I shakingly called out.
I sat up in bed, my legs crisscrossed, and my back against the headboard. Derek walked out of the bathroom, his pants hanging around his hips without a belt. He slept in his dress pants from last night…
He got back in bed and went to pull me to his chest but I moved my shoulders, denying his motives. He moved his hand back and instead, sat beside me. It got quiet. I wouldn’t say anything, no. I wasn’t one to be bold and start conversations. Trauma or not.
… Well, possibly without trauma…