Dire Wolf Mates - Chapter 21: Chapter 21

“So, what can you tell us?” asked the lead detective, a Lion Shifter, named Leonard Crowley. Derrick and Lucy went over the incidents again, and the detective took notes.
“We won’t be pressing any charges against any of you, as it seems these guys were unhinged and looking for trouble,” Crowley said. “The bomb was real. Unfortunately, crimes like this happen from time to time. We got an email earlier and some anti-government organization claimed responsibility for the attack.”
“And Derrick won’t be charged, you’re sure?” Lucy asked.
“No ma’am. He was acting purely in self-defense. He’s a hero. Had that bomb gone off, dozens of people would have died.”
“Thank goodness,” she said, and slumped against him.
“Detective, my girl is tired. I’d like to take her home. If you have any other questions, you can talk to my staff or wait to get in touch with me.”
“Will do. Thank you.”
“Oh, when can we reopen?”
“Soon as we’re done. Shouldn’t take more than a few hours,” he nodded and walked away.
“Come on, kitten,” Derrick rumbled, and scooped Lucy up in his arms.
“You don’t have to carry me,” Lucy said as she lay her head against his shoulder.
It was just like her to deny she was dead on her feet. He smiled his response and kissed her hair, holding her even closer as he walked them home.
“I saw him sitting at the bar earlier. The guy we threw out on opening night. I am so sorry, Derrick. This is my fault. I just forgot when you came over. I should have told you. I am so sorry,” she repeated, and he hated that she blamed herself.
“Lucy, look at me. There was nothing you could have done to stop that lunatic. None of this is your fault and look what you did. You kicked his ass, broke the camera, saved us all from exposure.”
“You’re not mad?”
“At you? No fucking way. You are a total badass. I am proud of you.”
“I just feel responsible⁠—”
“You’re not,” he insisted.
“Is your arm okay?” she asked softly.
“All healed, kitten,” he said, and bent so she could turn the knob on the front door.
Thor stumbled into the kitchen from his room, and Derrick could tell the man was still out of it.
“Something happen?”
“Don’t worry about it, brother. We’re fine.”
“You sure?” he asked, voice hoarse.
“Yeah. Go on back to bed,” Derrick commanded.
The big man nodded, and Derrick took the stairs two at a time, taking them straight to the shower. He wanted to wash away the smoke, blood, and the stink of fear at seeing that man holding a bomb on his mate.
“Hey, I’m alright,” Lucy said, and stepped under the spray of warm water with him.
She wrapped her arms tightly around him and he felt himself tremble. Fuck. He could have lost her tonight. It was unthinkable.
“I’m alright, you protected me, your Wolf protected me. My mate, my good mate,” she said, dropping kisses across his chest and shoulders until she reached up with small hands and tugged his face down to hers.
Lucy could not believe everything that had happened over the last few hours. Her strong, protective, amazing mate had taken down a bunch of lunatics who’d wanted to cause real harm to them. Humans were not supposed to know about Shifters, but that angry customer sure seemed to know too much. It was a huge problem, and she hoped the Council acted this time instead of sitting on their hands.
But none of that mattered right now. The only thing that concerned her was getting her big, sexy mate to reaffirm their connection. After their warm shower, where Derrick had insisted on washing her body from head to toe, he’d wrapped her up in a fluffy towel and carried her to the bed.
“Lucy, I need you. Sweet mate,” he growled, laying her down and teasing her with his whisper light kisses and gentle hands.
She didn’t want him to be gentle. She wanted him rough and fierce, like he was when he’d defended her tonight. Boldly, she reached for him, taking two hands to encircle his girthy length. She squeezed and stroked, loving the helpless groan that escaped his lips at her ministrations.
Sexy, sexy mate.
“Mine,” Derrick growled and crouched over her body on all fours.
“Show me,” she demanded, lifting her arms wide and running her hands up his forearms to his biceps, and then his massive shoulders, skimming the top of his back, touching the tattoo that branded him as hers forever.
“I want one like yours,” she said suddenly, stopping him short.
“What?”
“A tattoo. I want one too,” she replied.
Derrick’s eyes glowed gold and for a second she thought he would refuse, then a smile broke out on his face, and he was crushing his body and mouth to hers. Pleasure blossomed everywhere he touched. Arousal spiked, need grew, and love, so much love flared to life that it left Lucy breathless. He moved so slow, too slow, she tried bucking her hips, but he was immovable.
“Patience, mate,” he growled deep and low, and her whole body quaked.
It was like his voice had a direct line to her clit, the needy little bud throbbed and twitched, practically begging for his touch.
“Gonna go slow, but I’ll tell you what I’m going to do as I do it, okay? You want that, mate?”
Lucy nodded.
“Tell me.”
“Yes, I want that. Please,” she pleaded.
Hell, she was begging already, and he hadn’t even started yet. Lucy didn’t care. She wanted him more than she wanted to breathe.
“First, I’m going to lick your nipples, suck your breasts into my mouth,” he growled and lifted her breasts in both hands, kneading the flesh and pinching her just enough till he sucked one plump mound into his hot mouth.
Her pussy throbbed, moisture flooding between her legs as he continued to tend to her breasts. Lucy begged, but he wouldn’t budge. Only when he was satisfied did he lift his head.
“Got to taste you, mate. Gonna lick this pussy until you’re ready for me. Want that? Want me to lick your pretty pink pussy?”
“Yes, Derrick, yes,” she moaned as he slid down her overheated body, licking a trail from her navel to her inner thigh as he went.
Derrick pushed her legs open, his face level with her sex, and just looked. Lucy felt exposed. So open and vulnerable, but she trusted her mate to take care of her.
“Look at you, so wet and ready, kitten. So mine,” he growled, then dipped his head, spearing her heat with his long tongue.
“This is mine,” he growled and spread her lips open with his fingers, sliding his digits across her swollen flesh. “You are all mine, kitten. Say it.”
“Yours,” she moaned with no more prompting.
She was desperate for him. Lucy could hardly think with wanting. She needed his mouth on her, his hands, his cock filling her. Now. But he was in no rush. She watched the smile spread across his face as he took his time teasing her. Derrick’s fingers lightly breached her opening while his lips dropped soft kisses to her weeping slit. Finally, his gloriously rough tongue snaked out, and he lapped oh-so-slowly at her.
One stroke, then two. A finger. Then two. A graze. A nip. Another lick.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. She was so tense she could have snapped.
“Don’t stop what?”
“Don’t stop eating me,” she moaned, rocking her hips to try to force those slick digits deeper inside of her, but he would not be budged. It was like he wanted her out of her mind with need.
“Love your taste, mate. This is my cream, isn’t it? My pussy. And it tastes so good.”
His tongue moved faster, with longer, harder swipes. Lucy couldn’t be still. She bucked her hips, fucking his face with gusto, riding the wave of pleasure until she was screaming his name. When his head finally emerged, she was completely wrung out. Didn’t think she had it in her to do more than blink and breathe.
“Mine.”
His husky growl sent shockwaves of pleasure through her sex, and she throbbed with need renewed. He slid his hand out of her and brought the soaked digits to his mouth. One by one, he sucked them clean while she watched. Was there anything sexier?
“Need you,” she said and reached for him, but still he would not be rushed.
Derrick slid slowly up her body until he was perfectly aligned with her heat.
“Watch baby, I want you to see how we become one. Mine,” he lifted his chest and stomach so that she could see the view of his cock kissing her velvet wetness.
“Mine,” she echoed, and felt her fangs lengthen and claws extend. She knew she pierced his skin with them as she pulled, but still her mate would not be rushed.
Inch by inch, he slid inside her until he filled her to the brim. So fucking hot and hard and heavy, his length stroked places she never even knew existed deep inside her.
“Fuck, you drive me wild, kitten. Love you. Mate. Mine. Mine. MINE!” he shouted in time with his moves.
Slam, withdraw, slam, withdraw.
Before they’d made love with the new wonder of mates finally meeting, but this was different. This was raw, dirty, Shifter fucking, and Lucy loved it.
“Gonna fuck you till you can’t move,” he snarled through his own fangs and she could see the Wolf in his eyes.
“Yes,” she said, wanting it, needing it, needing him to confirm that they had both survived.
They were both here. Together. Harder and faster, Derrick pumped inside of her. Sex was good, she realized. She’d never trusted it, never wanted it before, but she would always want it with him. Sex with her mate was fucking amazing.
“Derrick, need, please,” she growled, the need to come building and building until she was bucking and moving in earnest.
“I got what you need,” he roared and flipped her onto her knees.
Ass out, he pressed her head down and spread her cheeks, teasing her hole before slamming his thick, long, glorious cock deep within her pussy. Derrick dropped forward, caging her in with his enormous body as he pounded her slick heat from behind.
“Come for me,” he growled, and she wanted to.
She really did. So close. Almost there. He reached around with his thumb and found her clit. Strumming that tiny little nub, he flicked and fucked until she was hissing and roaring like the animal she was.
Pure bliss thundered through her as his cum filled her inside. He squeezed her ass with one hand and thrust again, egging a second slower, but just as powerful orgasm to rush through her.
“So beautiful, mate,” he grunted and withdrew from her, covering her with his arms even as she turned into him. They lay like that for hours, unable to move or speak, only capable of breathing and holding each other close.
“I love you, Derrick.”
“Love you, mate. Mine,” he answered.
“My home,” she returned, and his responding smile was all the affirmation she needed.