A Twist of Fate

19 | Mark and Mate

Daniella's POV

No one, and I mean no one was home but Derrik. I could tell that the moment I stepped there. All I could smell was him and boy, was it mouth-watering. I almost drooled at the sight of him in nothing but his shorts. He was topless and his back was facing me.

He turned around, alerted to my presence, most probably by my scent, with a shocked look on his face. His eyes were wide as saucers when he saw me gawking at him. "Uh... Hey, Danny. I didn't expect you to come here so soon.", he said, breaking the awkward silence. I shook my head, regaining composure and cleared my throat before saying, "Oh, I'm sorry."

He shot upstairs and came back properly dressed. "Hi!" he said, once again, breaking the awkward silence. "Hello" I replied, smiling. A grin stretched across his face ear to ear. It wasn't normal for him to grin. What was he up to? "What are you up to?" I asked, voicing my thoughts.

"Nothing.", he shrugged. I smiled. I will find out soon enough. Suddenly, he was bare inches away from me. I was shocked. "What the hell?!", I whisper-shouted at him. He just laughed as I placed a hand on his chest to move him away from me slightly. He moved away, but not before pointing at me with a finger and saying, "You should have seen your face!" and breaking into a full-blown laugh.

I realized what he was talking about as I felt my cheeks warm. As I thought of this, a cheeky idea popped into my head. I was going to get back at him for that.

I stepped closer to him, cornering him. "What are you-", He asked, but couldn't finish the sentence. I smashed my lips onto his, knowing he was confused. Our lips moved in sync as I smirked to myself, knowing that this was not what I had in mind. I moved my hands up to his back, stroking it ever so lightly. I pulled away from his lips and kissed his collarbone, making him shiver. I felt the goosebumps erupt all over him as I continued. But I broke away soon.

"What the hell?" Derrik muttered to himself as I did. I smirked at him. He seemed to have got the message. "Game on." He challenged. A competitive look washing over him.

Ha! As if you would be able to bed me, right here, right now. I thought to myself. I hadn't realized I said it out loud until Derrik's arms were wound my waist from the back, pulling me off the ground. He took me to his room, smirking. I gasped dramatically. "You're not serious, are you?!" I teased. He smirked in response, staring at me. He pulled his shirt right off in one quick swipe.

His gaze never left me as he did so. My gaze was only fixated on his now bare chest. I took the scene in, gulping. Derrik noticed my staring. His smirk didn't leave his face as he dashed toward me at full speed, pushing me onto the bed.

He was hovering over me, smirking. I didn't forget the game and I didn't forget the situation. But even though I knew he was toying with me, I let him. I don't know what came over me, but I let him. I looked straight into his eyes, the mischievous glint that was present earlier left, as he was pulled back to reality.

We both stared at each other for a moment, before I did the unthinkable. "Stop staring at me and fucking kiss me.", I ordered. I don't know where this came from, but it wasn't my intention. Still, I made no move to explain to him this, and instead, grabbed his face and pulled his lips to mine. He was stunned for a moment, but kissed back. With force.

He kissed me feverishly as if I was his oxygen. I kissed back with the same need for him.

His lips parted mine with ease and his tongue slipped into my mouth, making my tastebuds explode. I felt sparks all over my body. I felt the heat radiating off of him. Damn him and his good looks!

I didn't accept the fact that I wanted it and neither did I deny it. Truth is, I wanted him to do it to me. I wanted him right here and now. I always have, but I was scared. This time, I wouldn't be. This time, I would be strong and I would live.

To show this newfound confidence, I broke away, lifting my shirt off slowly. He stared at me in anticipation and confusion. "Are you sure?", he whispered. I nodded in agreement, not daring to break our eye contact.

This is all it took for him to let out a low growl. Not just any low growl, but one filled with desire. His eyes darkened as his hands slipped under my top, rubbing by bare waist. I moaned in pleasure at the contact.

His hands began sliding farther and farther up, pulling the top right off. He then, softly kissed my jawline, before running his nose down my neck, deeply inhaling my scent. He then growled once more, sending shivers down my spine. I shuddered before he kissed the length of my collarbone. These kisses were anything but light. He slightly nipped and grazed his canines here and there.

He roamed the length between my shoulders and neck until he finally settled on a spot. More accurately, my soft spot. I unintentionally moaned when he deeply kissed me there, gasping when his canines deepened into my skin. He was marking me.

I had been thinking of when this moment would come and I never imagined it this way. I obliged. I did something I never thought I would do. I made no move to remove him from me. Instead, I just let him do whatever he wanted to do to me.

As his canines sunk deeper into my skin, so did my nails into his back. I was breathing heavily, surprised he didn't draw any blood at this. When I felt his canines retract, I loosened my hold on him, taking my hands away and gently touching the spot he bit. It was just under my collarbone, somewhere no one would ever see it. I felt the area around it burn slightly, upon my touch, but it suddenly stopped when Derrik licked it. I moaned in delight.

His face was back in front of mine, his hot breath fanning my face. I stared at him and he stared back at me with lust clear in his eyes. I pulled his face close to mine again, kissing him deeply. I giggled into his mouth as he chuckled into mine. He didn't stop kissing me until we were both out of breath. He panted, looking at me for a fraction of a second, before bringing his lips back to my body.

He trailed open - mouthed kisses all the way down my neck, in between my breasts, to my belly button. He stopped there, groaning slightly. Hesitantly, he pulled off my pants, leaving me half-naked below him. I shivered. Once again, I made no effort to remove him from me. Instead, I closed my eyes, focusing on the feel of his lips against my skin.

Before I knew it, he had taken his shorts off and parted my legs. I knew what he wanted to do now. I knew that he would make no effort to try and stop himself. I also knew that I wanted it too. I knew that I wouldn't let him stop even if he tried.

Before I knew it, we were both stripped of our clothes entirely, and he mated me.