Chapter 4 FEAST ON ME
DEREK’S POV
Today feels different, I know it, but I can’t place my finger on the reason why.
All of my senses are on high alert, yet I don’t understand what is going on and why I’m so restless.
I’ve been sitting here for the past thirty minutes, per my usual daily routine of being here for an hour before heading back to the pack.
This pattern has gone on for ten years now, and I’ve gotten used to feeling bland and numb for each hour I sit here, except today.
Right from the moment I walked into the room, my wolf has been acting strange, putting me in a predatory stance.
Just like the other times my wolf acted out over certain issues, I try to figure out what exactly was wrong, but the more I try to figure it out, the more complicated my feelings get.
I came here under compulsion, without any hope or faith that I would finally find my mate after so long, considering the thousands of days I’ve failed.
Even with the knowledge that it’s not strange for male werewolves to stay for years without finding their mates, I still feel a deep sense of discord within me every day I remain unmated, and I condemn myself each day for my lack of ability to accomplish the simplest task.
Fifteen minutes pass by, and this restless feeling grows tremendously. My wolf growls lowly within me in awareness, its effect on me so intense that I’m unable to even swallow the drink in my mouth with ease.
My senses are on hyperdrive, and my mind is in a strange state as my body keeps heating up by the second.
Sitting becomes uncomfortable, so I stand up and begin pacing, confused as to why I’m having these strong reactions to this place.
Strangely enough, rather than the usual play of things whereby both parties fated as mates are drawn to each other within the room in the instant they are both present, my senses all border on me walking outside the room.
Which makes no sense, considering leaving here means I don’t have a chance of finding her at all.
Unable to resist the pull anymore, I decide that if I have to walk outside, then so be it. If this fails, tomorrow will just be another day to try.
I walk towards the exit speedily until I get to the door, but just as I am about to reach for the doorknob, the door opens, and in an instant, a petite figure crashes against me.
“Fuck,” she moans out, her voice so soft but yet so potent like a lightning strike instantly lighting my body up in awareness as my senses spike and my wolf growls in delight.
I hold her steady with my hands, enjoying the feel of my hold on her waist, feeling tingles shoot through me while her flowery scent, blended with the scent of apples, fills my nostrils, and she stands completely still as I hear her heartbeat become rapid.
“Are you okay?” I ask curiously when I notice that her gaze remains fixed on my chest.
Not disputing the fact that her glossy black hair has great appeal to me, I long to see her face.
I hear her moan softly at my question, and it takes every ounce of control in me not to pick her up and ravage her to find out every erotic sound she can make in response.
She freezes up in my arms, but remains silent, and I gather the willpower to be patient with her.
I would never have guessed that the mating bond would be this intense.
My thoughts get disrupted when I watch her slowly lift her head to my face, before finally her eyes reach mine, blowing my brain out of its socket as I take in her facial structure.
From her enchanting grey eyes that have me spellbound, to her pointed nose, to her cherry pink lips, plump and inviting, and shedding my will to remain a gentleman.
“I’m – I’m fine,” she says in a whisper, leveling me with a stare, so seductive that my cock aches in need and my body sings an ecstatic hymn in response to her body against mine.
“You are mine, aren’t you?” I ask in desperation, trying to clear all the doubts in my mind that this might not be real, and she might not be mine.
After so long.
She stays silent as her stare becomes more intense, giving me the answer I need before I lift my hand to her cheek, craving the slightest touch of her bare skin as I tuck her hair behind her ear, hearing her suck in a breath in response as her lips part slightly and her need in her eyes becomes more visible.
My wolf is delighted by her reaction, and I feel my desire for her grow with each passing second.
“Beautiful,” I say, voicing the generalization of what I feel, in a single word amid the thousands of words that cluster and swirl in my mind.
“Sexy,” she says, with a dazed tone, surprising me, and it’s at this instant that I inhale the scent of her arousal, which sends me partly mad and on the verge of losing control.
“I feel your body humming for me, mate,” I say, lifting her head and compelling her with a challenging stare, “take what you want.”
At the end of my statement, she lifts herself to stand on her tiptoes and immediately merges her lips with mine, sending currents of pleasure coursing through me as I feel her tongue move slickly across mine.
She wraps her hands around my neck as I hold her tighter, pulling her closer and letting her lead the kiss which she does incredibly, feasting on my lips and sucking lightly on my tongue, making me delirious with desire to the extent I don’t realize when I pick her up off the floor, until I feel her center settle against my hardness in erotic euphoria.
She moves slightly, settling on my body and clinging to me while digging her fingers through my hair as she deepens the kiss, mirroring my hunger with her ferocity while I grasp her ass, groping in and enjoying its feel against my palm.
I hold her possessively with her legs wrapped around my waist as she kisses me, knowing that now that I’ve found her and held her here in my arms, I would nev
er let her go.
Kisses and Tales
