'You know the last time we had sex was the third of January,' Jennifer said as she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a red towel. Derek was propped against the pillows, one foot flat on the bed, his knee raised. The duvet pooled around his hips.

'I remember,' he leered at her through the mirror. 'It was eleven in the morning and my flight was at one thirty.'

'If it hadn't been delayed due to some pretty bad weather then you would have missed it,' Jennifer said. Derek snorted.

'We could ah, we could get reacquainted now,' Derek said raising a thick eyebrow.

'You're tired, and I need to go to work,' Jennifer said combing her hair out.

'I need your car, I have a pair of bloody jeans here and whatever the fuck you did with my shirt-'

'Derek, it was in shreads, I binned it,' she said rolling her eyes, starting to mouth along with his familiar words.

'Could have found a use for it,' he grumbled. Jennifer tried to hide a smile.

'Besides how am I going to get to work?' Jennifer asked meeting his eyes in the mirror.

'I'll drive you. I used to in Brooklyn all the time anyway,' Derek said.

Jennifer made a noise, remembering cold mornings with streets full of snow, Derek easily negotiating the traffic, a relaxed hand on her thigh. Derek crawling towards her from the bed distracted her from her memories of the early days of their marriage, and he was naked, his chest on display, then his hips, half hard cock nestled in a dark thatch of hair. 'Derek,' she pleaded.

'Want you,' Derek growled, his eyes bleeding red. Jennifer had thought about this, would Derek be different now he was an alpha. He always had his domination kinks, and she had her own playful ones, but would he be more forceful, more dominant, keen to get her pregnant, to start a family.

'I want you too but-' she never got to finish. Derek was licking into her mouth, his hands pushing the towel away so he could palm at her breasts, thumbs pressing over her pebbled nipples. She brought her own hands up to his shoulders and dug her nails in, scraping down over even more prominent pecs than she remembered.

'You've been working out more,' she said watching as the red lines disappeared.

'I was so frustrated. My fist should be having my babies,' he teased. Jennifer laughed at him and slid her fingers up through his hair, pulling it hard.

'So are you going to mount me then Alpha?' Jennifer asked. Derek's eyes darkened on her, but she couldn't ignore the little dull expression. Erica's death had hurt him, he only discovered her last night. There would need to be a funeral, a chance to mourn, but right now she wanted her old Derek back, she needed to make him forget even if just for thirty minutes.

'Yeah, I'm going to fuck you so hard-'

'Alphas all talk. The man I used to know would hav-Derek!' She cried bouncing naked on the bed as his body covered hers.

He was on her in seconds, licking into her pussy enough to satisfy himself she was wet before his tongue was replaced with his cock. She would have enjoyed him there for longer, but she was on a schedule and so was he by the looks of things.

Derek snarled into her hair as soon as he was fully sheathed inside her, one hand tangling her wrists together above her head, the other gripping her waist. 'Are you okay?' His voice was surprisingly gentle.

'Yes,' Jennifer said. It had been months, and she wasn't ashamed of her sex toy collection, she had even put a few shows on Skype for him, but he seemed larger, thicker. Not just his cock, his body had changed, the powerful alpha blood building his muscles up.

'You sure?' Derek met her eyes. His were still deep red, and she had enough sense and knowledge to know she was about to be claimed and marked.

'Derek fuck me,' Jennifer snapped, grabbing at his butt and squeezing hard.

Derek snarled again and rocked hard into her, pushing again and again as he fucked into her, pushing past her sweet spot almost every time. He was heavy, his mouth worked a pattern on her skin, fangs glancing but never biting in. She arched her neck back and he growled low and pleased and gently sucked a bruise into her throat.

They had talked about this, about how she had been claimed as a mate by his inner wolf, how his biting her before, just little nips, and of course the sharing of fluids had built an immunity in her body so when his pelvis ground against her aching clit, and his fangs finally penetrated the skin, Jennifer came, clutching him while he fucked her through it.

'Yes,' she cried as Derek licked her now bleeding throat, his hips slowing so he could twist them on the bed, slumping back as Jennifer got her knees beneath her and rose up only to sink back down. She only kept it up for a minute before she sat fully on him and rocked them both as she clenched around him.

'F-fuck,' Derek reached for her, half sitting up and sucking a nipple into his mouth, kissing his way to her throat. A curtain of hair fell around them as she met his lips in a kiss. Jennifer bit her lip and rotated her hips, milking at his cock as his hips twitched up.

'Derek, put me on my back and fuck me properly,' Jennifer demanded. Derek's smile was feral as he obeyed. Jennifer held onto his back, the obscene squeaking of the bed and the clunk of the headboard thumping the wall ringing in her head as Derek panted in her ear, one of his big hands slipping between them to thumb at her clit.

Jennifer came again, crying out as Derek grunted through his own orgasm. She ran soothing fingers through his hair barely letting him move as she cradled his body. 'I love you,' she told the side of his head.

'I love you too,' his voice was muffled by her chest.

Later after he'd dropped her at work with a lingering kiss, Jennifer beamed at her students as she adjusted the scarf she wore. Derek had changed quite a lot, and not all of those changes were bad, she realised pressing her finger into the bite mark on her neck until her pussy ached with need of him again.