Here, have some more smut.

Chapter 51

They ordered pizza that evening and it made Skye feel strangely nostalgic.

She thought of the night after their fight against Hardy, when she had patched Derek up at her apartment and had been desperately trying to keep herself from falling in love with him, even though she had probably already been a goner. Back then, she never would've thought that one day she would end up here – next to Derek, with Ford dead and everything looking like it would finally resolve.

"You're staring." Derek observed, swallowing his bite of pizza. Skye smiled. "Well, maybe I like looking at you. You're not too hard on the eyes." He chuckled. "I'm going to take that as a compliment."

She giggled. "You should be proud of yourself. I don't give out compliments lightly." His face split in a wide grin and gave a mock gasp of surprise. "Words cannot describe how deeply honored I feel." he assured her.

Skye leaned forward to smack him against the arm, but he caught her wrist mid-motion and pulled her towards him so she was sitting on his lap. Whatever she had meant to say vanished from her head and her throat suddenly felt very dry. She wanted him, more than ever. "Kiss me." she whispered hoarsely.

Derek pulled her down into a deep, fervent kiss, the pizza on the table completely forgotten. His hand wandered down, cupping her ass, and she could feel him hardening. His erection pressed against her crotch and she moaned quietly.

He slowed the kiss, gently nipping at her lower lip. She gave a small sound of protest. "Harder." she demanded. Derek seemed to hesitate and she pulled away a few inches so she could look at him. "What is it?" she asked.

His face contorted in what looked like pain. "It's just… only yesterday you were on the brink of death." he murmured, his hand gently caressing her cheek. "I don't want to hurt you." Stupid, beautiful Alpha, she thought.

"You won't." Skye whispered. "I'm fine, Derek, I promise. I want you."

She could see his eyes darken with desire and then he kissed her again, a hard, demanding, take-no-prisoners kiss. A soft sound of satisfaction left her lips and she pressed closer to him, moving her hips along his erection. He gave a strangled moan. "Bed?" he breathed out between kisses. Skye placed a gentle, sweet kiss on his jawline. "Please." she murmured against his skin. "Your couch is way too small."

Derek rose with her in his arms effortlessly and she hooked her legs around his hips as he carried her over to the bed. He dropped her onto the mattress and was on top of her in a matter of seconds, placing a line of open-mouthed kisses along her neck all the way down to her collarbone. She bit back a moan and tugged at the hem of his shirt impatiently. "Get that off." she muttered.

He chuckled. "Someone's bossy." he said quietly, but he obeyed and got rid of his shirt in one swift motion. Skye couldn't resist running her hands over his muscled torso, reveling in the fact that he was hers. "I love you." she said quietly, her gaze finding his. He gave her a bright smile. "I love you too." he said before leaning down to kiss her once again.

The kiss didn't last long, because after only a few seconds Derek pulled away again and said with a smirk on his lips: "Now get that shirt off, because I think I might love you even more when you're naked." Skye gave a fake pout. "I feel objectified." she complained even as she slipped out of her – well, technically Derek's – shirt.

His smirk turned into a soft smile and he leaned down to kiss the spot on her neck that he knew would drive her crazy. She gasped with pleasure. "Don't worry." he murmured, his beard rough against her skin. "I'm very much in love with you, not just with your body. Though it is nice to see like you this."

Skye grinned. "Enjoy the view while you can." she said. "Now it's my turn." Then she used his moment of surprise to flip him around so she was sitting on top of him. She could feel his length between her thighs and had to bite back a moan. Derek looked at her from hooded eyes. "I like where this is going." he said hoarsely.

She pressed a finger to his mouth, still smiling. "Hush. From now on, the only words you're allowed to say are yes, no and harder. Understand?" He simply nodded, eyes fixed on hers as if he feared that if he looked away his composure would shatter. He was breathing heavily.

"Good." Skye whispered. "Pants off."

He wiggled out of his pants while she did the same, unhooking her bra as well so she was only wearing her panties. Derek was looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and she felt a rush of love, followed by a hot wave of pleasure as his erection rubbed against her through the thin fabric of her panties.

"Touch me." she demanded. Derek obeyed, his hands and mouth finding her breasts and caressing them until she could feel her insides thrumming with desire. She ran one hand down into his boxers, grabbing his cock and squeezing a little. He let out a sharp gasp of pleasure. "Skye…"

She silenced him with a kiss. "Wrong word." she breathed, playfully biting down on his lip. "Do you want to be inside of me?" "Yes." he squeezed out, eyes half closed and dark with desire.

With one swift pull, she yanked his boxers down and got rid of her panties as well. A moan left her lips as he slit inside of her, filling her out completely. Her breathing became erratic and she forced herself to take, slow even breaths. Not yet.

"Do you want me to move, Derek?" she purred. "Do you want me to ride you until you're screaming out my name?" He swallowed visibly. She could tell that he was trying very hard to keep it together. "Yes." he murmured, the grip of his hands tightening on her waist. "God, yes."

Skye started moving, slowly and gently at first, but quickly picking up more speed. "Harder." Derek groaned, eyes squeezed shut. She dragged her nails over his chest, leaving marks that immediately healed as she started moving even faster, his cock thrusting into her with every move of her hips.

Derek moved his hand downwards even as he moaned below her, flicking his thumb against her clit and multiplying the pleasure she was already feeling. She could feel her climax building up, waves of pleasure threatening to pull her under, until it finally overwhelmed her and she collapsed on top of Derek, her hair spilling over his chest. He came only seconds after her, and while she was riding out the aftershocks of her own orgasm, she thought that she would love to see him like this more often – his face a picture of absolute bliss.

She rolled off of him, resting her head on his chest while he wrapped an arm around her. They shared a few languid, open-mouthed kisses and Skye couldn't recall the last time she had been so happy. She felt like she was floating.

"Love you." he murmured, nuzzling his face into her hair. She didn't think she would ever get tired of hearing him say that, especially when he sounded so adorably sleepy. "Love you too." she whispered, placing a few gentle kisses on his neck. "You sound like you could use some sleep."

He said something she couldn't understand, his voice still muffled by her hair. "What was that?" she asked, smiling. He pulled away a few inches. He really did look tired, eyes half-closed and circles under his eyes that she hadn't even noticed before. Skye remembered that he'd told her she'd been unconscious for three days. He'd probably barely slept during that time.

"Just a few hours." he repeated, stifling a yawn. Skye chuckled. "More like twelve." she muttered. Derek pulled her even closer. "Sorry." he whispered. "You'll get another round in the morning. Promise."

She smiled and kissed him, savoring the feeling of his soft lips against hers. "I'll take you up on that promise." she said before settling into his embrace again, her head resting on his chest. "Goodnight, Derek."

"G'night." he murmured. He was asleep in a matter of moments.

Skye hadn't thought that she would be able to fall asleep again, not after three days of being knocked out, but apparently she was still a bit weakened by her injuries. Derek's steady heartbeat under her ear, the sound of his slow, even breathing and the reassuring warmth of his body lulled her back to sleep as well, dragging her down into a world of dreams and memories.