CHAPTER FOUR

DEREK

I wonder if she can sense the urgency in me or I’m going at a good pace. I doubt pace matters when your captor is doing the exact thing he wants to do in exchange for your safety.

        Bundling up her dress to her waist with one hand, I slide the other hand down her slip and spread her lips apart. She’s soaking wet and I’m tempted to taste her again but I slip a finger into her instead. And I stroke and pet, caressing her clit with my thumb. Her moans grow louder as she parts her legs for me, and she throws her head back, her palms flattening on the wall, grinding her ass against my fingers and erection. It’s obvious she wants this just as much as I do.

     I need to be inside her; to fuck her like I imagined in the woods. Temptation pushes me to put my fingers in my mouth and lick her juice once I pull them out.

     In a swift motion, I unzip my pants and free my cock from its prison. Without warning, I shove all my length into her. She gasps. I still. Fuck, she’s so deliciously tight. I press my palm on the wall to steady myself.  If I fuck her hard now, I might nut in the next minute so I start with slow thrusts, pulling in and out of her until I am ready to go harder. Then I drive into her with the fierceness of a werewolf, stretching her, making her writhe under my control.

     My fingers find her clit again and I rub her as I thrust in and out. She arches into me, feeding my need with every sound that escape her lips.

    Control slowly slips from my grip as  I fight the sensation, struggling to hold on just a little longer.  And when her pleasured cry pierces my ears and she finds the release she needs, I barely manage to pull out of her, growling with pleasure as I come in a rush of hot cream.

    Then we stay still, both of us, breathing hard and fast in rhythm.

I want to hold her, to bury my nose in her neck, taste her, mark her; claim her as mine. I want to feed the intimacy I suddenly crave and fill the emptiness I’m starting to feel. But marking her would be put her in danger with both her pack and mine, and I have no intention to keep her.

     “What is your name?” I ask as I zip up my pants, moving away from her.

    She turns around and rests her back on the wall, knees wobbly. Her hair is wet and slapped over her face. “Isabel.” She breathes.

     I’m the one standing under the lamp now, giving her a good view of me, her captor. It’s hard to tell what she’s thinking when she glides down the wall exhausted, still breathing hard.

      The birds chirping outside tells me dawn is already upon us and I scratch my head, thinking of how to get her to my room. I was able to get her to the garage because this area is the only place in the wood less guarded and no one is allowed here without my permission – to prevent any damage to my vehicles and certain illicit acts like the one I just performed with Isabel.

     “Alright, Isabel. I’m going out now and I’ll be back shortly. I need you to stay put and be on your best behavior. Do not step out of here or answer anybody. Remember, I’m the only one that can protect you, okay?”

       She barely manages a nod, staring at me with half open, tired grey eyes that once bore fear and fire at different times of the night.

       “Good,” I mutter before heading out.

      ***

     “Alpha Derek, Cami has been looking for you since she woke up. She wouldn’t stop asking for you.” Jacob, one of my men, says as he opens the door for me and I enter the house.

      “For fuck’s sake, Jacob, it isn’t even 8 am yet.”

      “She’s been awake since 5, boss.”

      There are about six wolves in the living room when, four men and two women, usually eight including me and my second and best friend. The other members of the pack are scattered around, mostly living in apartment complexes around. This place is like a family house for my closest friends.

     All six of them stop what they were doing when they see me, rise and bow slightly. I nod to them before turning back to Jacob.

        “Where is she and who’s with her?”

        “She’s in your bedroom with Nate. She insisted on sleeping in your bed last night.”

        Sighing, I head up the stairs that lead to my  bedroom.

      “Daddy!” Cami screams as soon as I enter the room. Jumping off the bed, she runs into my arms.

       Lifting her in the air, I plant multiple kisses on her face and nod to my friend lying on the bed. Then, I pause, giving him a scrutinized look.

      “What’s on your face, Nate?”

      “Makeup,” he says with a wink and my daughter giggles.

      I turn to her. “Where did you get it from?”

     “Aunt Lola gave it to me.”

    “Lola is here?” I give Nate a quizzical look.

    “She came by last night after you left,” he says as he sits up.

     Lola is the pack’s Luna. When she’s less busy, she often spends time in the house, comes by to cook for the house and play with my six year old daughter. I didn’t have a problem with that until the rumors that she spread about her and me in a relationship got back to me and got on the wrong side of my nerves.