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Derek's Basement: Part 2

Hunter

I wanted this now, and there was no stopping me.

I grabbed onto the nape of his neck with one hand as I continued looking into his dark brown eyes.

I held my breath. Maybe I was impulsive, but I knew what I wanted now and he was staring me in the eyes.

I pulled in, forcefully planting my lips on his, then something strange happened.

Time stopped.

He tasted so...

Fucking.

Good.

His tongue entered my mouth, intertwining with mine. There was something about Xanos that was more aggressive, more forceful than Marcus, but not in a bad way, because it felt way too good.

After all this time, I was finally be released from this pull, and I didn’t want it to end.

He repositioned himself on top of me, while his other hand held onto my head, pulling me closer to him.

To feel his power, to feel his aggression, and his possession of me was overwhelming. This entire time I refused to become some play toy to these Alphas, but something about this moment made me crave the objectivity.

I fell back further into the couch, his body lunged into mine as we continued our mouth lock. Our skin electrified the more we touched each other.

My legs wrapped around his waist, wanting to feel his growing bulge between his legs. It felt big, hard, thick, and I wanted ALL OF IT.

I needed it.

I wanted it.

The mating pull must have been affecting my thinking, because all that I should be focused on is getting my brother back, but the emotion, the surge of pure ecstasy was running fast through my body and I needed to release it.

He pulled Derek’s shirt over my head and threw it to the ground. I had no bra on, and I was already bare chested for him to see.

He briefly stopped, he gazed down, and the same hungry eyes peered into mine before lunging in again.

His one hand squeezed my breast tightly, latching on, squeezing until I let out a loud moan. He was rough, he was dominant, but I fucking loved every minute of it.

I took off my pants next, then my black cotton underwear, and threw it to the floor. He lunged back into my neck, swirling his tongue around in circles. I wasn’t sure if he could see the mark left my Marcus, but I’m sure he would notice it eventually.

James didn’t heal the mark, maybe he made it less visible, but it was obviously there.

“What’s this?” He stopped.

He was breathing heavily to the side of my mark where Marcus left his bite.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and pulled him down to my eye level. “Did you know?”

“NO.” His voice was chilling as he kept his gaze on it. He then started to trace the mark with his fingers.

“How do you feel about it?” I asked.

After a moment of silence, he grabbed hold of my hair and pulled back. He began sniffing my neck, just like Marcus did before he bit me. “Did he ask you?”

“No, he told me he killed my mother, then bit down.”

I could feel his body tense up the more I spoke of Marcus, then I could feel a deep vibration of his dark penetrating growl.

He pulled away once more and looked back into my eyes, “I would never betray you.” He whispered.

That was all I wanted to hear.

Our skin touching, feeling his large member beneath me, it all felt so natural. He released my head, and kissed me, lightly this time, showing me that he wasn’t going to bite.

He undid his buttons to his shirt, pulling it off in quick pace, and threw it in the same direction as mine. He stood up and unlatched the belt swiftly, followed by his black boxer briefs.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. I could stare at him all day, his body was perfect, all for me to devour. His body belonged in a magazine.

“Don’t do that.” He cupped his hand under my chin and looked down to me. I hadn’t realized I was biting my lip this entire time, almost to the point where I punctured my skin.

I sighed heavily, “Why not?”

He came back on top of me, “You don’t want to see me lose control.”

“Aren’t we already?”

“This isn’t losing control.” He brought his mouth on my breast along with his hand, squeezing hard enough to cause me to let out another moan. “This is natural.” He whispered.

I ran my hands down his large chest. His skin was free of tattoos, he was thick, he was strong, and slightly bigger than Marcus. They had similar skin complexion, and it felt electrifying as I ran my hand up along pecks, then all the way back down his large burly shoulders.

Feeling the ridges of his muscle, feeling the sparks that came from every direction on my skin as I touched his was euphoric. He was warm, and his skin was emanating so much heat, it reminded me of Marcus.

Why couldn’t I stop thinking about Marcus in this moment?

Was it because I craved them both?

I tugged on his hair to pull his head back, lightly grazing my lips on his neck, inhaling his scent.

“Do you feel it?” He spoke softly as he pulled me down, further underneath his huge body.

I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and squeezed, “I always do.”

“I didn’t expect you to be this strong.”

“What were you expecting, a damsel in distress that needed saving?”

He chuckled lightly. Did I actually make this emotionless Alpha laugh?

“So, tell me, will Marcus be there tomorrow?”

“He bet ten million on the huntress.” He adjusted himself further down my body, “He wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

I lifted myself into him, tightly squeezing my legs around his waist, signally him I was ready.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked.

His question puzzled me, because he could easily take me, even if I denied him.

I breathed in heavily as I felt him tightening up around me. “Yes.”

“You are perfect, your body is so fucking perfect.” He brought his lips to mine again, but instead of aggression, I was met with gentle soft lips, lightly pecking onto mine, leaving me wanting more as he pulled back away.

“I would never hurt you.” His hand pulled a few strands of hair away from my face.

We locked eyes as he lowered himself.

My breathing turned rapid as he got closer to my entrance.

We were in a staring contest. Both of our eyes wouldn’t pull apart. He looked calm, he looked like he knew what he wanted, all the while, I was going crazy in my head.

His cock slid across my entrance. He didn’t need to lather himself in me, I was already so wet and there was nothing that would slow him down. My body yearned for him, like it’s been preparing for him this entire time.

Our eyes were still locked on as he grazed himself onto my wet pedals. He looked down briefly, then back to me.

I nodded as our eyes met again. I wanted to let him know it was ok. I wanted this just as bad as he did.

It was only a few seconds later, when he was partially in, he abruptly thrusted.

HARD.

I gasped like the wind was taken out of me. The feeling was unexplainable. He was large, almost to the point where I didn’t think he could go all the way in, but then he thrusted again.

And again.

I moaned loudly as I grasped onto his back. My inner walls stretched to accommodate his large size.

He thrusted hard once again, then kept it inside for a brief moment, allowing for me adjust to his force and size.

We kept eye contact the entire time. He was studying my face, my reaction, and my emotion as he pierced through me.

Every thrust was hard, but his tempo was slow.

I wanted more and more, and after each thrust, he gave it, deeper, and deeper. My head jolted back and I clung onto his back as he continued his deep, strong thrusts into me.

This wasn’t what I knew sex to be. My only experience was painful and haunting, but this was something different.

It was incredible.

He didn’t speak much, but that’s what I admired about him. He didn’t need to say anything.

He looked at me as he continued. His one arm to my side, while his other arm held his body upright against the couch.

I only heard a low, deep groan from him as he picked up his pace.

I never imagined sex could be like this. I couldn’t believe it was with Xanos. I thought it would be Marcus, but here I was.

Fate was a fucked-up thing.

It was like everyday for the past few weeks was building up to this moment.

This moment with Xanos.

I didn’t need to know him, we could read each other, just like Marcus and me. We were connected.

The three of us.

I came to conclusion that we needed to be connected. If Marcus or Xanos couldn’t see it, I was going to have to show them, and it was going to be on my terms.

I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in closely. I wanted to get closer. I could smell his sweet skin. He was still thrusting hard, and his focus was on me.

This was the perfect time to strike.

I needed to show Marcus we can be together. All of us. Sharing the same thing.

Our love.

I pulled him in harder so I could get in closer.

I wasn’t sure if Xanos would expect what I was about to do, but I knew he wanted it. I could feel him, and he could control himself much better than Marcus. Maybe it was his age, his maturity, his power, but one thing I knew was…

I lost complete control.

My teeth were aching the closer I got to his neck. He was tempo was hard and fast, pushing me to my limit. I felt myself building up inside. His was touching a place inside me that ached. I wanted him to keep going, I wanted him to go hard, and I wanted to cling onto him like my life depended on it.

This was the perfect moment. I was near my climax. I felt my inner walls tightening around him as he kept his tempo.

Maybe this wasn’t in the place I expected to be, but it didn’t matter. It never mattered where we were.

As long as it was with him.

I used my tongue to trace his lower neck, and the more I tasted, the more my teeth ached. The pain was getting worse near my canines as I dragged my teeth across his skin.

He let out a low groan the more I played with his neck, and at this point, I had no idea if he was going to expect it.

He let out another low groan when I dragged my teeth with a little more force. His tempo soon picked up, and his thrusts, got more intense.

I was near my climax.

My eyes were closed, but Xanos was with me in my mind the entire time. Like he was watching me closely, studying my every move, and my every emotion.

He was there this entire time and I was too blind to see him.

I screamed out as my walls tightened around him. My heart was intensely beating as my mind spun out of control. This was the perfect time.

I sunk my teeth down.

At first it was strange, like biting into something you’ve never tasted before, but after a few seconds, I didn’t want to lift my mouth up.

He tasted SO DAMN GOOD.

Xanos roared loudly as I sunk down. His low, deep voice always sent goosebumps to my skin.

His warm blood seeped into my mouth, slowly colliding with my taste buds, amplifying my euphoric trance.

Xanos thrusted harder.

And harder.

I finally released my mouth. The canine imprints were huge, and I was questioning if I actually left the mark that I did.

Were my teeth that big?

Blood dripped from his mark, but he didn’t flinch. He kept going. He pulled me up and sat in a sitting position. I mounted onto his lap. At first, I hesitated, but then, I started to move.

I was in control now.

His hands ran down my thigh as I continued swaying my hips on his large member. It felt good to move and control the tempo for once. I was exploring him, just as much as he was exploring me.

His head went back for a brief moment as he exhaled deeply, “FUCK.” He groaned loudly.

His hands tightened around my legs as I sped up the tempo. Feeling his large hands grasp onto my legs was sending me over the edge again. There was something about his touch that felt right.

Just as I was picking up the pace, he put his hand behind my back and lifted me up. He picked me up like I weighed nothing, all the while, he was still deep inside me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I never wanted to let go.

He pushed me into the nearby wall, causing the shelves and a few cans sitting on top of the counter to crash to the floor. He then pushed his body into mine, using the wall to elevate me into a better position. His hands held my legs to the side as he continued thrusting himself into me.

He was rough.

He was hard, but he never took his eyes off me.

He wanted to see me.

He never wanted to lose sight.

His face, his eyes, the look he made as he fucked me. All of it.

I loved it.

I loved every fucking minute of it.