Chapter 8
Derek slid in to the passenger seat without replying. I opened the car door and jumped in. "Have you decided where you want to go yet?" I asked.
He finally turned to face me and smiled, "Surprise me." With that he turned back to face the windscreen. I turned the key and the engine growled to life.
I drove out of the school and along the long road towards the picnic area at the southern side of the beacon hills woodland reserve. As I drove through the dim light, broken intermittently by street lamps, I thought about what I was doing here. I had just jumped in to my car with a werewolf… no one knew I was here or who I was with and no one would find my corpse.
I turned to Derek nervously, "You're not going to kill me are you?"
He laughed throatily which made me feel both relieved and apprehensive all at once. He was either laughing at my paranoia… or laughing about my impending death.
He must have picked up on the conflict in my mind as he placed his hand on to my knee and slid it slowly towards my groin, "You don't need to worry," he whispered.
I smiled at him and felt warmth rush through my body. As I turned in to the car park I could see that it was completely empty; as was the picnic area nearby. I sat there in silence and could feel the cold wind blowing through the night air; my body stiffened as the nip in the air squeezed me. I waited for Derek to say something or do something but he just sat there with a goofy half grin… like when you get away with fart in a crowded room.
Derek turned to face me and the orange light from the nearby street lamps caught the harsh line of his jaw… his strong jaw. He suddenly leant towards me and placed his hand on the back of my head. He pulled me forwards but he didn't have to pull too hard; I moved towards him willingly. As our faces drew close we locked in to an intense kiss. It was passionate and violent; my teeth bit down in to his lip softly and he forced his tongue in to my mouth as it caressed mine. I could feel his hands pulling me tighter towards him as we continued to kiss. Every time I moved he would pull me back towards him; forcing the kiss to last longer.
He pulled my head back by my hair and pushed his mouth to my neck; kissing along my collarbone. I ran my hand down his chest and even through his shirt I could feel the raw strength in each rippling muscle. I pulled at the bottom of his shirt until it slid free from his jeans; pulling it up and over his head. He looked at me and grinned but I wasn't interested in his face right now. I pushed myself towards his chest and flicked my tongue on his nipple; letting my mouth adjust to the firmness of it. I licked around each nipple and could feel every lump, ripple and intricacy of each; pulling them in to my mouth lightly and biting down softly. He took a deep breath in and pulled my back up to his face.
He held me on each side of my face and kissed me softly on the lips before pulling away.
I breathed in heavily as my body heaved with the thrusts bursting to break free, "What's wrong?"
He pushed me back slightly and ran his hand down my shoulder. "It's nothing," he said softly, maintaining eye contact, "I don't want to hurt you."
I couldn't comprehend the context right away so just looked at him in confusion. He didn't say anything so I lifted my hand and traced the outline of his pecks down to his stomach. As I watched his eyes they flashed a sharp blue before returning to the soft hazel I had seen before. He let out a deep breath.
I pulled away from him and he looked at me sullenly. He placed his hand on my shoulder and held me arm's length, "You make me feel… so out of control"
"Out of control?"
"You don't understand" he began, "I control myself with anger… but I don't feel that when I'm near you; when I'm with you," he said sullenly. "When I'm with you the feelings I have for you override my anger, and subsequently risk overriding my control."
I took in the barrage of information and came to a scary conclusion. I squinted at him in accusation, "Holy crap, are you in heat?" I asked honestly. "Is this a wolf thing?"
He laughed openly and pulled me in to a tight embrace. He rubbed one hand through my hair and held me firmly. "No, this isn't a wolf thing."
