THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

His shirt floated to the ground while her hands found the fastening of his shorts, as she suddenly found themselves on the bed. She pushed impatiently at the offending shorts, wanting them out of the way, needing them gone. Once again the air crackled and he was naked in the dim light sponsored by the streaks of moonlight in her room, the silvery beams illuminating the hard planes of his body. He looked magnificently male, a masculine sculpture dedicated to pure carnal pleasure. Made for it. Needing it.

Emma gasped in awe, running her hands over him, while deep inside the aching need blossomed into a ferocious hunger that bit at her and clawed until her body raged at her. She knew that they were both beyond control, but it didn’t matter to her. She looked up at him, at his dark blue, merciless eyes, eyes alive with hunger and desire, an insatiable lust bordering on obsession. She understood; she felt the same. It felt a bit weird, a bit strange, a bit powerful, and then beautiful. Was this how love felt? Or was it something else? She had never felt this way with any guy. She was 17 quite alright, but she had played around never the less.

Derek lifted up her cashmere top, and her nipples hardened the more, so that they puckered. His hands moved up to catch and hold some mass of her hair, and she gasped, feeling hotter by the passing second.

His hands skimmed up her rib cage, settling on her breasts as he dipped his head to feast on soft, creamy flesh. Emma’s soft cry was muffled as his mouth closed over her nipple, wet and hot and suckling strongly. Answering liquefied heat throbbed and burned deep inside her, a molten pool of beckoning anticipation.

His hands glided over the curve of her hips, sliding her bum shorts from her body, leaving her open to his hungry gaze. The surge of power came again as she removed her sweater entirely, and pushed aside her clothes so her body was skin to skin with his.

“Touch me, Emma,” he commanded softly, as his teeth teased and scraped along sensitive skin.

“I need your hands on me. Touch me.”

Her hands were on his hips, tracing his hips bones, the sharp edges, the defined muscles. He groaned as his body grew fuller, heavier, at the brushing of her skin against him.

“I want to touch you, Derek,” she answered truthfully. She loved the way he touched her. It made her imagine very erotic pictures, very vivid, very graphic.

His mouth at her breast was numbing her mind, turning her body into liquid heat, a fire so exquisite she wanted to burn out of control, could only burn out of control. Deliberately she danced her fingers along the hard thick length of him, cupping the weight of him in her hand, squeezing gently until the air rushed out of his lungs and he lifted his head with a soft growl of animal pleasure.

“Emma…” He gritted out.

It wasn’t enough, she wanted to bring him to his knees, a master of seduction who had left his brand deep inside her so that no other could ever possibly take his place, not even the stupid intruder. She wanted him to feel the way he had made her feel. So close to the fire she burned in it.

She caught at his hips, dragged him closer to her so that the warmth of her breath had his teeth snapping together. Her tongue tasted him, a slow, seductive swirl, deliberately intimate, following the smooth velvet-soft contours, exploring the thick knob while her teeth nibbled as if she might take a bite. She had no real idea of what to do, but she could follow the instructions she had always read in those old romantic Mills and Boom books which her sister usually smuggled into her room, and the guidance of his hands. Each ragged breath he drew encouraged her.

His hands fisted in her hair the more, the growl deepening in his throat. She wanted him this way, on the edge of violence, with no restraint, and his powerful body trembling because of her. Because of the silken heat of her mouth, tight and moist, taking him the way her body would take his. Deep inside, suckling him the way he did her. His body belonging to her, for her pleasure, to bring him to a fever pitch, to be able to drag the throaty growls from him and feel his body thrust helplessly into her. His fists tightened in her hair, dragging her head closer to him while she deliberately drove him careening toward the edge of control.

He said something, something hot and erotic, dragging her head up to find her mouth with his.

Grasping her legs, he jerked her to him, so that her legs were spread wide, leaving her open and vulnerable to him. He was kneeling and he simply tugged her legs over his broad shoulders and bent to find her hot, wet core with his probing tongue.

Emma’s body imploded, fragmented, rocking and bucking in his hands. She cried out, her fingers clutching at the bed sheets, for something, anything to hold on to.

“Not good enough,” he said softly, impatiently. “Again, Emma, again and again and next time say my name. Know who I am. Say it.”

It was an order, a threat. His mouth found her again, buried deep, stroking, caressing, teasing. Very deliberately he slipped his finger over her, inside her. At once her body responded again, sending her spiraling out of control so that she gasped for mercy, clawing at the grass for an anchor.

He left his finger deep inside her, pushed further so that his palm was pressed against the heat of her entrance. He bent to kiss her flat belly, his teeth nipping, his tongue swirling over her peculiar Ybirthmark. Her muscles clenched tightly in answer around his finger.

“That is what I need to feel, my love. I want you to need me more. Even more.”

Watching her face, he inserted a second finger, stretching her tight sheath, pressing deeper into her as he bent his head to her breast thrusting so temptingly at him. Her body shuddered in answer, bathed his fingers in a hot cream, clenching and tightening, rippling with life.

“Derek,” she gasped his name. Aching. Needing. On fire.

He hit lightly at her breast, sucked at her flesh, thrust his fingers deep, withdrew, thrust again. There was satisfaction in her cry as his movements triggered an even wilder release. She nearly sobbed as her body ground against his hand.

He leaned over her, pressed his throbbing body against her, thick and hard, wanting her to feel him.

“Not yet, Emma. Tell me what you want from me. Only me. No one else, just me.” His voice was a dark sorcerer’s tool, velvet soft, a seduction of senses, husky with his own dark hunger. His tongue flicked over her nipple, his teeth scraped over her pulse, swirled a caress even as his fingers stretched her further, sunk deeper into her core.

Tears swam in her eyes. “I can’t do this, I can’t take any more. It’s too much.” Her body was alive with a thousand nerve endings, tiny pinpoints of pleasure swamping her to the point of pain.

“Yes, you can.” His teeth teased the pulse in her neck, his breath warm in her ear. “Let go, give yourself to me, all the way, Emma, I want all of it, everything that is you. I will not take anything less from you. All of you. You want me. You need me the same way I need you. Your body needs mine.”

Her breath caught in her throat and the feel of his mouth against her skin was almost more than she could bear. “Yes, Derek, now.” She choked the words out as her body rippled and quivered and spiraled out of control again.

He brought her legs to his waist, pushed his hips against her, keeping her thighs wide to accommodate his larger body as he pressed into her hot, wet, welcoming sheath. A soft sound escaped her throat as he pushed into her. Even with his fingers preparing her, stretching her, her body was tight and resisting against his thick hard length. “All of me, my love, take all of me,” he urged softly, insistently. His beautiful voice was husky with his need, his face an etching of desire and hunger, his eyes burning with intensity.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

And then he stopped.

She was a virgin.

He could feel his wolf beating his chest in happiness.

All mine. He thought happily. All mine.

“Derek… why are you stopping?” She breathed out, her voice silky and smooth like honey.

“This is your first time.” He stated.

“Are you sure?” He asked, even though he knew that he wasn’t going to let her go at this point. He was too far gone.

“Yes.” Emma replied.

“I want my first to be with you.” She said, as she tried to numb the pain with her mind, trying out a tactic that just came to her.

“I love you Emma, forever.” He said, meaning every word. She was his mate after all, forever.

“I love you too Derek, forever.” She stated.

“But I want you now…” She breathed out, wiggling underneath him, her green eyes darkened with hunger, her red hair spread all over the bed.

Fiery. Hot.

He bent then, bitting her neck, wondering if he should leave the mate mark, but deciding against it. It was not yet time. He would wait. But this couldn’t.

He plunged into her again, this time deeper.

She cried out, her voice scattering across the room as he deepened his stroke, joining their bodies together. It was his name, her mind filled with him and her soul claimed by him as he took possession of her body. The release was fast and ferocious, overtaking her like a freight train before she could get her breath.

Derek had no mercy, as his wolf was in control now, surging forward, burying himself deep while the fiery friction built again and again, intense and hot, a firestorm consuming them both. He needed all of her. He had all of her.