Damn, how smart is Lydia? I mean, translating that bestiary?
Anyways, here's a new chapter! There's no plot just... some Derek / Summer "fun" time. Well, I guess that is a plot, huh? Since their relationship is definitely moving in this.
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Derek clenched the steering wheel, fists threatening to crush it. He kept glancing at Summer.
"Why won't she look at me?"
She had taken off her heels after getting in the Camaro. He watched as she ripped her hair tie off. He bit his lips, distracting himself when he felt the urge to run his fingers through her hair as it tumbled down. He could feel panic exuding from her, overwhelming him. Because he knew he was the reason she was upset and afraid. He noticed the hem of her dress had risen a bit, exposing more of her thighs and despite then negative tension, he still wanted to press his lips on the skin, to taste her.
He slammed on the brakes, not caring that he had stopped in the middle of the road. He stretched out his arm in front of Summer as she lurched forward, protecting her.
"Bloody hell!" she screamed, shielding her face with her hands, thinking that she was going to crash through the window.
"Summer, fucking look at me!" he shouted before putting his hands on her face, forcing her to turn her head.
"Please," he said, softly.
"Let go."
He shook his head and her eyes blazed with anger in response.
"I said let go." Summer knocked his hands off her face and tried to put distance between them.
Derek quickly tore off his seatbelt and grabbed her arms, pulling her close to him. He could hear her heart racing and each beat was thumping like a loud drum in his ear. His gaze went to her neck and he felt the beast inside him snarl in rage as he saw the redness already forming into a dark blue bruise. Fucking Chris Argent.
She was struggling, trying to free herself from his grasp, kicking at him and for a moment, he felt himself letting her go. But he immediately held her tighter, knowing that if he did let go, she'd jump out of the car and run away, leaving him. "Summer, calm down!"
She gasped, staring at him in disbelief. "Calm down?" she whispered, darkly. "Calm down?" She wrenched her right hand free and slapped him, hard. "Don't you dare tell me to calm down, you –"
His mind hadn't acknowledged that her fake Southern accent was replaced by her actual one but now that he did, he couldn't help but smile, amused.
She scoffed, slapping him again. "You fucking wanker!" she spat. "Don't you dare smile. Don't!"
He felt the wolf yowl, hurt, when she insulted him but he knew he deserved it. He flinched as he felt her bare feet kick him on the stomach.
"Summer, wait –" He saw her knee bend and knew that she was going to kick him again. As her foot shot towards him, he quickly wrapped his hand around her ankle, stopping her.
She glowered and screamed, reminding Derek of a banshee.
"Let go of my foot! And let go of my hand!" she shouted, pounded her right fist repeatedly against his chest.
He bit back a laugh when she did, wondering if she knew that her punches had no effect since he wasn't human.
He saw frustrated tears form and he wanted to stop them from falling. He stared at her, noticing at that moment how her hair was tangled from the struggle but still managed to frame her face, locks in thick waves, giving her this… wild look. Her cheeks are pink and her wet eyes were wide with resentment…
"Like beast waiting to be tamed." Derek thought, knowing that Summer was far from a beast. An angel.
He growled, feeling it rumble in his chest and escaping through his teeth. Seeing Summer like this, was beyond seductive. Derek felt his need surge through his body.
He was a man, and he was a wolf. And while he had been able to suppress every passionate emotion, he couldn't anymore.
He succumbed fully to his primal instincts, ignoring Summer's shouts of protests.
He realized he still had her ankle in his grasp. He tightened his hold and roughly yanked her down, pulling her beneath his large body. He looked down and saw that the movement had risen the hem completely on one side.
He let go of her ankle and ran his hand up her leg, hard, stopping at her hip. He pressed his body against hers, mind not registering her fright.
"Summer," he groaned against her throat. He could feel his length thicken, his pants painfully pressing against him. He felt hands try to push him up, push him away, but he grabbed them, bringing them above their heads. "Shit," he murmured. He could hear a voice screaming but he didn't care. All he cared about was his mate beneath him, his Summer.
He pushed the other side of the dress up past her waist and he felt something hot coil in his stomach. He grabbed her thigh and lifted it, wrapping the lean leg around his back. He pressed his lips on the inside, flattening his tongue, licking her skin.
He felt the body under him twist away and he snarled, infuriated. He dug his fingers into her hips, pinning her down, trapping her. He pressed his tongue against the dry cotton fabric, dampening it with his saliva. He could taste her. He ripped it off, exposing her to him. A violent shudder went through him and he felt himself get harder. Derek could smell the fear rolling off his mate in waves and he hated it. "Don't," he said, his breath brushing against her core. He wanted her to trust him, to love him, to be with him in every way possible. He brought his hand closer and gently stroked her.
He sat, rigid.
Finally.
He had sensed the fear but now there was a different scent. A much better one. He heard a gasp and he grinned as he inhaled her arousal.
Summer had been crying, trying to shove Derek off. She shouted, afraid, when she felt his hands push up her dress, caress her legs, when she felt his mouth on her. She cringed, hitting his back to get his attention, that she didn't want this. But he was too strong.
"Stop!" she said, angry. "Stop it!"
She froze when she felt him press his tongue against her. When he pulled off her tan cotton panties, panic hit her full speed. "Derek, no!"
She winced when she felt his claws pierce her skin again. "Stop, stop, stop!"
And then she laid still, her slender, small body underneath Derek's muscular, large one.
She felt her stomach clench and her senses tingled with passion. Like gentle shocks humming throughout her.
"Don't stop," she whispered.
He touched her again, feeling the wolf howl in pride when she spread her legs wider, wrapping them around his waist, pulling him closer. Derek slowly and gently made circles against her, his muscles shuddering in desire as he felt her wetness gather. Her hips moved with his hand as he slipped his fingers inside, strong strokes.
Derek groaned at her slick tightness.
He crawled up to look at her face, to see her expression. He was disappointed when he saw her eyes shut but it was quickly replaced with satisfaction knowing that it was because she mind-blown by his touches. He felt his pants press tight against him but he ignored it. Derek watched as she licked her lips, biting down on her lower lip.
He went crazy when he heard her moan softly, tilting her head back, hips grinding against his hand.
"Fuck," he groaned and he latched his lips to hers, invading her mouth with his tongue. When she kissed him back with equal passion, he felt as if everything he suffered from - his failures and anguish - was worth it because of this moment. She moaned and he almost howled in pleasure when he felt that moan vibrate down his throat. He pressed deeper inside her wet, sensitive heat, relishing the feel of her pulsing around his fingers.
"Summer," he said against her lips. And then he felt as if his mind exploded when she closed her mouth around his tongue, sucking gently. He had never had his tongue sucked but the feeling made him cum just a little.
That took him by surprise. And he loved it. "More," he tried to say and he was thrilled when she responded by doing just that, sucking harder.
He quickly pulled his fingers out of her core and hoisted her up, her back now against the door. Derek wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her tight. He brought his fingers and grabbed her hair, tangling it around his hand and tugging lightly.
Derek rubbed his hardness against her, desperately wanting to bury himself inside, wanting to thrust in and out, make her scream in pleasure.
He felt her hands run down his chest and he growled in anticipation when he felt her yanking his belt off. She let go of his tongue and briefly stared into his eyes.
His breath hitched in his throat as he saw her dark brown eyes... The eyes he loved to look at and lose himself in.
She broke off the connection, shut her eyes, and pressed her mouth against his, nipping gently at his lip, licking it.
Derek's heart pounded powerfully against his chest when he felt her hands slip into his pants, stroking his crotch. She moaned and pressed her body against his. "Yes," he groaned. He slammed his hands against the window behind her, chests still pressed together, trapping her. He squeezed his eyes shut, riding the sensations, feeling her soft hands grab him, running her fingers up and down his length. "Yes," he muttered.
He heard a sharp tap behind him, knuckles knocking against the window.
"Fuck," he spat, quickly untangling himself from Summer. He sighed in relief remembering that his windows were tinted.
Derek glanced at Summer, smiling at seeing her red, embarrassed face. He frowned when she pulled down the hem of her dress, covering her thighs.
He cleared his throat and rolled the window down.
The face looking at him... If Derek was human, he would have blanched.
"Sheriff Stilinski."
"Hello, Derek Hale," the older man said, irritated. "I thought I recognized this car." He switched off the flashlight.
Derek stared at the sheriff. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, annoyed at being interrupted and nervous.
"Sir -"
"Save it," the sheriff said. "Park in the middle of the road again, I'll be writing you a ticket." He glanced behind Derek and saw Summer who was deliberately avoiding eye contact. "And keep extra curricular activities private."
"Yes, sir," Derek said, watching Sheriff Stilinski walk back to his car. Derek rolled the window up and restarted the car.
He drove, watching Summer from the corner of his eyes. He coughed. "Summer -"
"No."
If Sheriff Stilinski hadn't been driving behind him, he would have parked again. "What?" he whispered in a pained voice.
She didn't say anything, just stared out the window, hands gripping her clutch.
They drove in silence for the remainder of the ride.
He parked in front of her door. "Wait," he said when she opened the door and stepped out.
"Wait," he repeated. "Summer, I -"
She sat back down and stared at him square in the eyes. "That was a mistake."
The most excruciating sensation coursed through his body. "What?"
"I told you no, Derek," she said, exhaustion on her face. "I told you to stop and you didn't."
"But you -"
"That was a mistake," she snapped. She stepped out of the car. "Tonight at your house... That man scared me. I'm scared. And you made it worse."
"Summer -"
"Just do something, Derek," she pleaded. "I want to feel safe when I'm with you. Do something because I want to forgive you."
"I'm -"
"I'm tired," she interrupted. "Good night, Derek." She slammed the door shut and quickly walked to the door.
Derek watched, heart aching with anguish. He watched her unlock the door, get in, and shut it behind her.
"Fuck!" he yelled, pounding his fists against the steering wheel, cracking it. He hurt her. The woman he loves. His Summer. His mate. He hurt her.
He hated himself at that moment. He let her go away and it was his fault.
He had to do something, anything, to get her back, to get her to trust him, to love him.
"I have to."
Nooooooo, Derek! Dude, you better get started! Maybe you should buy her roses and a card... or write a song for her... Do something!
Sigh. Anyways, thanks for all of your support! :D You guys make me so happy.
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