An Uneasy Accord

Chapter 34 - Intertwine Part 1

Okay okay…Enough of the blabber I know what you all are wanting….. *evil grin*

Derek pushed against her body, pinning the hunter's body between his and the wall. A part of him was hesitant as he feared she could suffer another panic attack like in the shower. But he continued pushing, letting his fingers slip up and under the thin charcoal cotton. Brooklyn gasped at the cool rush that was spreading across her torso and sides then up and over the thin lace bra. Her body embraced the feathery brushes along her breasts, feeling the long dormant warmth beginning to simmer within the depths of her body and soul.

She fisted the bottom of his shirt, surprising herself at the hurried motions of her hands. Derek broke the heated connection to peel away the obstructive layer. Brooklyn stared at the chiseled chest shoulders and abs against the weak glow of the room. The shadows danced across his face and body, casting a dangerous but seductive aura around him. Her heart was racing within her chest as anticipation and lust twisted and danced wildly in her being. Derek gauged his lover's posture finding she was willing and ready for him.

He reached out with slightly shaky hands and lifted the shirt up and over her head with one jerk of his hands. The faint traces of arousal slowly teased his senses which drove his desire closer to the surface.

"This," he growled and tore the strap from around her back, "Has to go."

Brooklyn closed her eyes at the first light presses of his lips against her neck. Derek felt the deadly fangs run along her skin, hungry to pierce the soft flesh, to make the human his forever. His hands slid up her body, seeking out the soft supple breasts. The werewolf felt his jeans turning tight and painful as he felt his cock twitching against the constrictive denim. Brooklyn leaned closer against him even as their bodies were pressed so close nothing could come between them. She reached out and massaged the bulge that pushed against her, eliciting several low growls from her now blue eyed lover.

"Brook….." he panted against her neck. Hot puffs of breath tickled her neck and shoulder, sending deeper shivers across her body. Brooklyn kneaded her fingers even harder into the swollen bulge, knowing at any second her lover would explode. Derek was breathing harder and faster, feeling as if his entire body had been set ablaze. His skin was hot and flush in color as tiny beads of sweat developed on his forehead.

His arms grappled the hunter's legs, wrapping her around his waist as he carried her towards the bed. Brooklyn kept her mouth locked with his as their tongues twisted and battled for dominance. It had been so long since her body had been kissed touched or caressed as it was now. The attentive touching was driving her mad with need, threatening to push Brooklyn to the brink. Derek watched as she squirmed and panted against the mattress. The scent of her arousal was so powerful that the wolf in him was howling to be released. No, he couldn't let it happen! The full moon would be its time. But tonight was his!

Brooklyn looked up into the bright sapphire jewels, losing herself in those hypnotic depths.

"I trust you," she whispered.

Derek lowered his body on hers, licking and nipping at the hunter's collarbone as his hands unfastened and tugged at the faded soft denim. The friction heated her lower body which didn't go by unnoticed by Derek. He tugged at her jeans until they were slipping from the edge of the bed and down in a crumpled heap. She lay there, vulnerable and open for him to take.

Brooklyn propped her upper body upon her elbows, seeking out the full swollen lips. She darted her tongue around his mouth before devouring his lips with the hunger of a wolf. Her nails raked down his back, leaving thin raised welts in their wake. Derek hissed at the burning sensations that crossed his skin but his body quelled the pain as fast as it felt it. He ran his hands down her back, feeling the ugly scar that was forming from her attack. It didn't hurt his hunter anymore when his fingernails would race down along her spine.