NC-17 Rating, peeps!
Derek ran through the woods, hot on the trail of a doe. She was no match for him in regards to speed, but he enjoyed the chase. He leapt over a fallen log, branches of the neighboring trees thwacking him on the muzzle. He snorted and kept running. He could see the hind legs of the doe just ahead, her tail quivering in fright. She feigned to her left and bolted to her right through some fragrant brambles. Derek's exhalations appeared as steam in the cold night air and he ran straight through. He knew this game and he would cut her off in the small meadow up ahead. Derek knew where she was going; he had been here many times before, chasing her, and she always ended up in the same place.
Derek crashed through some underbrush and into the lush, moonlit meadow. As always, the doe was already there at the far edge of the field. Derek grinned, his tongue hanging out and he hunched over, his backside wiggling. He crept through the tall grass and flowers, playfully stalking his prey. As his muzzle poked out of the grass, he inhaled her scent and sighed. Always the same intoxicating scent, always her.
When he stepped out of the grass, he was no longer in his wolf form. He was a man, standing straight and walking toward her. And when she turned to him, she was no longer a doe. She was a woman, draped in a soft, silk blanket of pure white. And she was beautiful. She was always beautiful and Derek felt his heart pump faster and his breath quickened as she held out her hands to him. Her blonde hair was mussed and her chest was heaving from the chase.
"Derek…" She whispered, her voice soft and melodic.
He stepped toward her in awe. She looked divine. Absolutely perfect. And his.
"I'm your mate, Derek…" She whispered, "Touch me…"
"Chloe…" He growled as he stepped up to her and buried his hands in her soft hair. "Oh, Chloe…"
Chloe cocked her head and gazed up at him, perfect love on her exquisite face. She brought her hand up and touched face adoringly.
"You're mine, Derek." She said, biting her plump lips. "And I'm yours."
Derek let out a desperate moan and bent down, giving her a searing kiss. Her lips were hot and supple and he gasped at the perfect taste of her. Her tiny hands slide down his chest, down, down until her cool hand grasped his erection and he broke his lips away from hers and cried out. He looked down at her face as she stroked him and he ran his fingers down her jaw line. The scent of her arousal made him light headed and when she licked her lips again, he picked her up. Chloe wrapped her legs around his waist and he stepped forward and held her against a thick oak tree. He could feel the heat from her core and he growled.
"Chloe, I want you."
"Then take me…" Chloe whispered, moving her hands from around his neck into his hair. "Please take me…"
"Chloe!" Derek moaned, shaking with desire. "Do you want me?"
"I want you, Derek. I love you."
With his hand on her cheek, he lowered her down until he was at her slick entrance.
"Yessss…" Chloe hissed, watching his face.
Derek slid inside slowly and patiently, letting her get used to his thickness inside her. She felt so tight, so amazingly tight and he ground his teeth together to keep from thrusting into her. He didn't want to hurt her. Ever. He loved her. Only her. Finally, he was buried to the hilt inside her and he waited. Chloe let out a low moan and she wiggled against him, wanting more.
"Please…" She moaned, looking him in the eye. "Please, Derek."
Derek grunted, and thrust into her…
"Derek?"
Chloe fisted his hair and she whimpered into his ear.
"Derek!"
Derek opened his eyes, his face half buried in his pillow. It was only that dream again. He loved that dream.
"Derek, wake up!"
His eyes widened. It was her! He turned over and sat up making sure his thick blankets hid his painfully obvious erection. And he did NOT want her to see that. He rubbed his face with his hands. Chloe stood in the doorway, her hand on her hip. She was wearing a new pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. He breathed her in. She looked beautiful. She always did. He licked his lips and imagined he could still taste her. He could feel his face heating. Oh, God, he was blushing. Awkward.
"I'm up." He murmured.
"Sorry." She grinned apologetically, biting her lip. Derek nearly groaned. "But lunch is almost ready and since you missed breakfast, I thought maybe you'd want to grab some food before it's gone. You must be starving."
He was.
"Thanks, Chloe." He mumbled.
She cocked her head and stepped in, walking toward the bed. She sat next to him and Derek froze.
"Are you okay? You look feverish?" She asked, concern written on her face.
Chloe reached up to feel his forehead and he caught her wrist; her skin was soft and he could feel the thrum of her pulse underneath his fingers and he gulped. She looked up at him innocently. Thankfully, she was not a genetically modified psychic.
"I'm fine, Chloe." He mumbled. He watched as the worry drained from her face leaving only confusion. "I'm warm…and I just had a dream. That's all."
Chloe nodded and an expression her couldn't identify flitted across her lovely face as he let go of her wrist. He disgusted himself. Having dirty dreams about her. She would never want him. Simon would be perfect for her, although it hurt to see them together. He filled with anger every time his brother touched her. But Simon was better for her, safer. Though, it didn't change the fact he would be devoted to her for the rest of his life. She was it for him. Suddenly, a deep and throbbing pain twisted around his heart.
"Oh. It wasn't a nightmare, was it? It looks like it was intense."
"Yeah…" He croaked. "But it wasn't a nightmare."
"Ohhhhh! I know what it was." Chloe replied, smiling at him.
Derek was horrified. She knew? How did she know? Had she guessed? Oh, fuck, had he moaned her name?
"You had a wolf dream. You looked flushed. What were you chasing? Deer? Rabbit?"
He mouth was dry and he nearly sighed in relief.
"A doe." He said, watching her as she stood up.
"I hope you caught her! Doe's are very fast." Chloe said playfully. She stopped at the door and turned back to him. "Hurry up and get dressed! I'll get a plate ready for you."
With a departing smile, Chloe left the room and Derek sighed and dropped back onto the bed. He still had a ridiculous hard on. He dragged himself up and grabbed his towel, holding in front of his tented boxers. He had time for a quick shower. A quick, very cold shower.
Derek sighed and left his room.
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