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Chapter thirty-seven

Sofia

E ver so slowly, his lips descended onto mine. It was careful and controlled, like he was waiting for me to shove him away. But when his mouth touched mine, hard and soft at the same time, I surrendered. My hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us. His tongue swept into my mouth, consuming me as a low, rumbling sound vibrated through his chest.

Yes! This! I wanted, no, needed this.

He pressed me into Lucian’s desk, taking control in a way that sent spikes of pleasure exploding across my body. His hands roamed my skin, erasing the memory of his absence one touch at a time—my cheekbone, the curve of my shoulder, the dip at the small of my back. He stripped me as he went, kissing and exploring all my newly exposed skin with such attention it was like there was nothing else in the world for him. Just me. Just him. Just us, together, here and now.

When I was completely naked, he looked down, his eyes cataloging every inch of me.

“Mine,” he growled. “So fucking gorgeous. So fucking mine.”

His shirt was gone in an instant, tossed aside as he loomed over me. All hard lines and powerful muscle, honed from years of military and Pack duty. He was beautiful.

I surged up and kissed him again, my fingers exploring every muscle of his chest. He stilled beneath my touch, holding himself tight. But I didn’t want the Derek of the cabin, the one so in control that he stopped me from touching him. I wanted him, all of him.

I pushed him back. “No.”

His entire body went completely taut, as if it was taking every second of his training to hold himself there.

I tried to catch my breath, knowing this was important, that I had to get this out. “I want this, Derek. No holding back. Not from either of us.”

His eyes searched mine. “You sure? There’s no going back after this. I fuck you, Sofia, and this dance stops. It’s me and you. Now and forever.”

My eyes dropped to his lips. The thought of having those on me every day for the rest of my life sent a shiver right from my heart to my core.

I flicked my eyes back to his. “I’m sure.”

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice a ragged whisper. “Every second. You understand? You’re mine, Sofia; I want you to see everything.”

He picked me up easily, my legs wrapping around his waist. Then his hands slipped under my ass, and he lifted me until my legs were wrapped around his head.

Okay, this was new.

He held me in place, one hand hot against my back, as he stalked over to the dance floor window. My arms flew out as my back hit the glass, and his tongue found my clit.

Holy shit!

I couldn’t move without falling, could writhe or buck, no matter how much my body yearned to. All I could do was surrender to him, and it was so freaking amazing. I knew no one could see us, knew the glass was one way, but freaking hell, just the thought of all those people down there while his tongue devoured me, sucking, licking, pushing deep inside of me, nearly sent me over the edge. I was lost, helpless in the tide of his onslaught, completely under his control. One of Derek’s hands reached up and stroked my breast, circling nearer and nearer to my nipple.

“Holy fucking Goddess,” I gasped, knowing I was close.

His fingers stopped teasing me and found their mark, tweaking my nipple. I arched my back, panting, desperate for more. His tongue flicked against my clit as his fingers rolled against my nipple, squeezing and rolling again and again. I couldn’t take any more; the orgasm exploded inside of me.

“Derek!” I gasped as my inner walls pulsed repeatedly with the force of it.

He held me in place, his tongue riding out my orgasm, until I felt like body had turned to liquid. Then he carried me over to Lucian’s desk, his tongue still lightly stroking me. One hand swept across the desk, sending papers and tablet spinning to the floor.

“I want to touch you.” My voice came out soft, dreamy, coming down from the high he’d given me.

“Soon,” he growled as he gently placed me on the desk. Hands gripped my thighs, parting them as he knelt before me. The cool wood bit into my bare skin, but his breath was molten against my core. He kissed me there again, the sound of his mouth sucking and licking, sending a zing of pleasure searing through me.

“Derek—”

The room blurred—the shelves, the city lights winking beyond the tall windows—all of it dissolved into static. There was only his mouth, his hands pinning my hips down, his low growl vibrating against me as I shuddered.

I whimpered, strung taut and trembling. Derek lifted his head, his lips glistening, eyes molten with hunger.

“Eyes on me, Sofia.”

I complied, our gazes locked as he pushed two fingers inside of me. My eyes went wide, and I inhaled sharply. Then he dragged his fingers against my inner walls as he pulled them out, and I almost came again.

Derek paused, his eyes on my face. “Not yet, Sofia.”

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t even freaking nod. I was right on the edge, and I knew he could see it all on my face.

His fingers pushed slowly back inside, inch by inch, until they filled me.

“Derek, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. My cock is going to be inside of you when you next come, Sofia.”

Just the thought of it, of his cock there instead of his fingers, brought me teetering close.

I don’t know if Derek felt it or saw it on my face. “Ah. You like that idea.”

“Please, Derek,” I begged, knowing that I needed him. Now.

He grinned. “Don’t come, Sofia. Don’t come, and I’ll fuck you.”

Smug bastard.

He spread his fingers inside of me, running them down my walls again, and it took everything I had to hold on, to not come apart.

“Good girl,” he murmured. Then he surged up, his hands dragging me to the edge of the desk.

“Wait. I want to touch you,” I repeated. I needed this, needed to feel his skin under my fingers.

He dropped his hands, watching me through half-lidded eyes as I undid first his belt, then the buttons on his jeans. They hit the floor with a thud, and there he was, completely naked.

OMG!

My eyes raked over him. His cock was huge. Thick. So freaking beautiful. I was already so wet but just the sight of him had hot liquid pooling between my thighs, the anticipation of him sliding in and out of me making me squirm. I had thought I’d start with his chest, running my hands over his hard muscles but no, as soon as I saw his cock all other thoughts flew right out of my head.

I brushed my fingertips over his cock, and Derek’s jaw clenched.

“Fuck!”

My hand couldn’t fully close around him, he was so big, but I wrapped as much as I could around him. His cock throbbed in my grasp, a primal rhythm matching the wild hammering of my heart.

“Fucking hell, Sofia—” His curse dissolved into a groan as I tightened my grip, thumb swirling over his tip. The scent of his arousal flooded my senses, drowning me in need.

“I need to be inside of you,” he panted.

Yes! Yes, freaking hell, yes!

“Yes, please!”

“Lie back. Spread your legs.”

I didn’t argue. I’d do anything right now if it meant getting his cock inside me. I should have felt vulnerable, bare freaking naked, legs open wide, but I didn’t. In this moment, I trusted Derek completely. He aligned himself, his cock pulsing hot and insistent against my entrance. Every muscle in his body quivered with restraint, veins standing rigid along his corded forearms. I couldn’t wait anymore. I bucked against him, the tip of his cock sliding inside and making me tremble with need.

“You sure?” he asked, voice shredded.

“Yes, I’m sure! I’ve never been surer. Now, please, shut up and fuck me!”

Derek’s fingers grasped onto my hips. “Yes, ma’am.” He thrust home in one devastating stroke, tearing a cry from us both. The stretch burned sweetly, but I needed more. My body arched, taking in more of him as he worked his way deeper inside me until he was in all the way to the hilt. The sensation of being so full, so wholly stretched, was so freaking delicious. His jaw clenched, sweat dripping from his temple onto my chest as he fought for control.

“Sofia—” His voice broke, a raw scrape of sound. “You’re… fuck. This is…”

“Yes,” I gasped my agreement, all of my nerves on fire.

He did a slow, deliberate roll of his hips that dragged every inch of him against my walls.

Holy freaking crap!

I had never felt anything like this. Every nerve inside of me was alight with need, pleasure zinging from one spot to the next.

He slid out, still controlled, and I mourned the loss. I could feel how wet I was, how desperate I was for more of him. He pushed inside again, and it felt so right, like he was exactly where he belonged.

“More,” I gasped. “Please, Derek, more!”

He pumped his hips, my nails scoring his chest as I pulled him deeper, the slap of skin echoing in the room. With each thrust, the world narrowed: the bite of his fingers on my hip, holding me in place as he drove into me, the primal growl rumbling through him, the way his gaze never wavered from mine, fierce and reverent.

“Mine,” he snarled, picking up pace and force. The desk shuddered beneath us, more papers scattering.

Pleasure coiled tight. He lifted one of my legs, holding it against his shoulder as he angled deeper. His hand slid between us, thumb swirling around my clit, driving me closer and closer.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he ordered.

I didn’t hesitate. I was his. I always had been. “I’m yours. Only yours.”

Derek lost control. His thrusts unforgiving, seating himself deep with each brutal stroke, each snap of his hips punching a gasping plea from my lungs.

“… Only… fucking… mine…”

His possessive growl tore through me, shattering the last fragile thread of my control. Pleasure detonated, white-hot and all-consuming.

Derek watched, eyes blazing as I unraveled beneath him. He didn’t let up, kept pistoning into me wildly, the desk shaking with every thrust. It felt so freaking amazing.

Then he slid his hands down my legs and grasped my ankles. His eyes bore into mine, watching for my reaction, as he straightened my legs, placing them on his chest, and then he opened his arms, spreading my legs wide, his hands holding them there. The position meant his cock hit new parts of me, parts I never knew existed.

“Holy. Freaking… Derek!” Another orgasm tore through me. It felt like it was never-ending. I was clawing at the desk, my legs shaking, my cries pitching higher, as another orgasm chased it. Then another one. I was lost, completely and utterly lost to the feel of Derek slamming into me, of his eyes locked onto mine. Then Derek’s roar shook the room as he followed, his release scalding inside me. And then—

Fire.

A golden thread seared through every single one of my veins, binding me to Derek. For one suspended breath, it felt like we were floating, our souls mixing and merging as one. I could feel what he felt, felt the staggering tide of his devotion, the jagged edges of his fear, the all-consuming need to cherish me, to protect me. His love wasn’t gentle; it was a hurricane, a vow etched in blood: I was his, now and forever.

The mate bond snapped into place, thrumming with rightness, and we crashed back into our bodies. Derek collapsed over me, forehead pressed to mine, panting heavily.

“Fuck!” he whispered, his voice raw.

I couldn’t speak, too consumed with the emotions I’d felt from him.

“Shit, Sofia, you okay?” His face had a look of panic on it.

I reached up, tracing a fingertip over his lips.

“You love me.” I knew my voice sounded surprised, but it was the first time that I truly believed it. “You meant what you said. You’re never going to leave me again.”

Derek brushed a strand of hair out of my face. “You know, I can think of hella worse ways of doing this, but if the only thing that convinces you is me fucking you every day for the rest of your life, I can take that hit.”

I laughed. “Really? You’d take that hit?”

“Several times a day, in fact, if that’s what you need.”

I shifted closer, breathing him in. The mate bond hummed between us, new and fragile yet somehow ancient and unbreakable all at once.

“Need more convincing right now?” he asked, his smirk pure sin.

Hell, yes!