The drive home was silent. Neither you or Derek dared to break the tension filled air. You two were coming home from fighting the Alpha Pack, where you weren't supposed to come as you're human and pretty much useless against fighting werewolves. You've been crashing at Derek's loft due to the fact you are the second human in the pack and obviously more of an easy target than Stiles, even though you are a bit of a badass with a silver tongue. The reason you went behind Derek's back and showed up at the carpark where Scott, Derek and Isaac were fighting against the pack of Alpha's was because you are too stubborn to let anyone say no to you. And you couldn't not be there for your pack when they had a high chance of getting seriously hurt, especially …show more content…
"Excuse me?" Derek turned around cocking his head to the side as if he didn't believe he heard you correctly. "You heard exactly what I said, Derek." "No, I heard you alright. I just don't understand how you're pissed at me, considering you put yourself in danger tonight!" He opened the loft door and walks in, throwing his keys on the table near the entrance. You trailed quickly behind him, "I'm pissed at you because you're a fucking jerk, slamming the door after you." "Yeah, I got myself in danger but I'm fine, Derek. I came because if you got hurt I wanted to be there for you." "Why would you do that?" He turned around and walks towards …show more content…
I want all of you right now." You weren't sure how long you'd last by him teasing you on your neck so you start to lift up his ripped shirt and felt all over his abs. Not long after, he helped you take your shirt off. Derek smashed his lips back onto yours as his hands found their way on your ass, having you jump and wrap your legs around his waist. You begin to leave hickeys on his neck as he walks the both of you to his king-sized bed. He lays you down gently, climbing on top of you, helping you take your bra off. Once it came off, he immediately started sucking on your breast, massaging the other in circular motions. You ran your fingers through his hair, moaning his name in pleasure. Derek left kisses down your body as he takes off your pants. You soon found yourself on top of him, grinding your hips with his as Derek sits up and starts to squeeze your ass. Pushing him back down, you start unbuttoning his jeans, feeling his bulge as you take them off. You decided to tease him as much as it killed you to do so, so you start kissing his bulge, resulting in an annoyed moan from
...rned my head toward his,tucked my long brown hair behind my ear, took my face with both of his hands and told me that everything would be okay. Ben pulled my face to his a gently kissed my forehead and then pulled my head to his chest, which was warm, and strong.
THE PAST :.. In days gone by, the four species managed to live in perfect harmony. Witches, werewolves and vampires lived in secret, blending in with the humans on a daily basis - and the humans remained completely in the dark about their existence. It was after thousands of years of living this way, whilst everything was completely normal, that a small group of vampires decided that they’d had enough. They spent months devising plans.
He ran his soft hands over my lower back and moved them down to caress my legs, this sending movement through my upper calves. Being so close to him was ticklish, yet pleasurable… Evolving me to wince at every touch. The pleasurable side almost always overcomes the tingling ticklish side of being in the arms of someone I cared about so much. Just the thought of him- the way his smile lit up his whole face, and how he only smiled that way around me. We spent a lot of time squandering about, but every moment afterwards left you wanting more. When I wasn’t with him, my mind traveled to him. The thought of being surprised that his feelings were mutual had always stuck out. All of his charisma, and quirkiness piled together to make him. Being himself,
The previous week they had performed the spell successfully. After contacting Mordred, Merlin and Morgana had arranged to meet him and Aglain, the leader of the druid camp, in the woods near a small waterfall, halfway between Camelot and the grave of Gorlois. Morgana always went on her annual pilgrimage to her father's tomb at this time of the year, at the end of spring.
A thick plume of black smoke and ash hung in the air in a heavy haze, almost completely obscuring the lurid red glow of the waning sun. Below, a cloud of grey plaster dust twisted and writhed amid the sea of debris as intermittent eddies of wind gusted by.
His thumb pressed into her throbbing clit rubbing the sensitive button with a perfect pressure. " Aileana I crave yer sweetness now and will crave ye forever," he moaned with desire as he continued to feast at her core. Down between her knees, Kendrick parted her legs wide over his thickly muscled shoulders to lie on his smooth brawny back.
As the night approached, Cassie dreaded going to sleep. She had been plagued by dreams of a young man with mysterious hazel eyes. As she prepared for bed, she grabbed her old worn out blue journal full of notes about her dreams. She laid down on her small, yet cozy bed, engulfing herself in her grandmother’s tattered hand-me-down quilt. As soon as she fell asleep the dreams began.
I held his neck with my free hand and slid my fingers from his cheek, down his Adam’s apple, to his chest. His hands lingered over my waist, and then locked themselves around me, pulling me tight, closing me in.
Why are you here? " I asked awkwardly. "My staff can manage without me. It's you that I am worried about."
The land was dead, and he was a specter as his bloody white form crept from the border. His solid hooves lightly kissed the ground with each careful step. He was thankful that his colors, obnoxiously flashy as they were, did not absorb much heat as it was a hot summer day and the sun beat down relentlessly from its throne in the sky. Its rays filtered down through the foliage of Deephaven, warming his skin, and he avoided patches where the leaves did not provide sufficient shade. The stallion was in no hurry to speed this affair and expend his energy, as shown by his cautious gait.
It was the dead of winter, My brother and My father had a brilliant idea while sledding. The so called Devil hill at Dubuque Senior High school was the hill I happen to break my leg on, One of the reason's why is because I listen to my brother about how safe it was. I shouldn’t have listen to him or even the idea in general, I made my brother go down first nothing happen to him oh no nothing happens to him, As he is climbing the hill to come back up he says "See now you go down", I Respond "I'm not going down and he wasn’t going to even try and push me". The only reason why I didn’t want to be pushed was because at the bottom of the hill there was a ramp that a snow plow had banked you on to the hill, the ramp was small but still I was scared.
It was a hot morning in Yakima when I put the last backpack in the car. I sigh,“And we are done!” I walk into my house and pat my husband, Dave, on the back, “Ready to go?” I ask him. “Yes,” he looks up at me, “I know you love going on road trips Janis, but do we really need to go on them every other month?”
running down the street and made me fall over as it hurtled through my legs and continued on it's merry way. With a little feeling of ruefulness at my decision to wear high heels for the first time, I slowly began to push myself back into my tottering position. Which is when it started to rain. Great, freezing drops began to suddenly pour from the sky, and in seconds I was drenched. Staring in frustration at the sky, I realized that the umbrella I usually carried (because when doesn't it rain in New York?) had been left at home.
I want to die, and it was the worse feeling in the world. Open mouth. Lungs. Air in, air out. Nothing was happening.
I zapped back into the real world as our amorous lip-lock came to a slow end with his lips dragging off of my own as he pulled back. God, I loved that. He uttered a couple things in that beautiful native tongue of his while his finger played with one of the straps of my bra, as if he were looking for permission to remove it; and who was I to deny such a perfect man? I smirked and chuckled lightly, playfully touching his lips with my pointy finger. "Javier, you have my full consent." I felt a bit sheepish being so easily submissive, but any defenses I had were already breached by his disarming charm. If he wanted to have me right then and there, he could have, and it wouldn't have been a thing that I could have said or done about it.