Ash

Prologue

Prologue

Before: 10/30/2018

         I opened my eyes to sunlight streaming in through the open window of my bedroom. Rolling over, I felt the empty space next to me. "Derek?" I called, sliding out from under the covers and padding barefoot across the room. No response. I turned to the closet to get clothes for the day when the door burst open and I felt large hands grab me. With a gasp I was shoved back onto the bed, trapped under two-hundred plus pounds of dark, sexy muscle. "Derek!" I squealed, wiggling under his hold.
         "Good morning, Mrs. Hunter," Derek said as he nuzzled my neck. I sighed happily and stretched my limbs around him.
         "Good morning, Mr. Hunter. Would you like to tell me why you were hiding in our closet?" Between words I pressed my lips to his neck, cheek, jaw, and ear.
         He gathered my small wrists in one of his hands, twisted them up, and pinned them to bed above my head. "Maybe I just wanted to surprise my wife."
         I laughed. "More like you wanted to scare your wife" It always filled me with such joy to hear him refer to me as his wife, even years later. My laugh turned into a moan as he pressed his weight down onto my body and his lips found mine. It wasn't long before I was gasping for breath and pressing myself as closely as possible to him. He kept my hands locked above and my palms itched to feel his skin, to feel the rippling muscles in his back as he pressed down on me, to run through his coarse, thick hair, to grip his hard, thick shoulders, to stroke his smooth chest. Locking my legs tighter around him, I thrust my hips against him, savoring the friction. Not that he let me enjoy it long.
With his other hand he held my hips to the bed, "You know better than that, Ash." I groaned in frustration. He pressed his lips back to mine. "You only if you're a good girl."
         "Yes, sir," I gasped. He smiled and kissed me again, my eyes closed and I was pressed against him again.
         "Keep your eyes open," he demanded, pulling away.
         My eyes flew back open, "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." He grunted and keep eye contact slid the hand on my hip to my thigh. He pushed my thigh out further, spreading my legs more, and then slid his hand up my thighs to the overheated, sensitive skin between my legs. My back arched and I ached grab onto him, my hands trembling in his, my eyes locked on his honey-brown ones. Two fingers slid inside me causing my breath to come out as a moan and my back to arch up. And then they were gone. "Please," I groaned.
         His eyes sparkled with amusement, but offered no other response. He reach over the side of the bed and pulled back with a length of rope in his hand. In a blink he had let go of my hands, bound them with the rope, and tied them to the headboard. With both hands now free, he ran them down my neck, shoulders, arms, back up to my chest, down my stomach, and over my hips. He leaned into me, touching his lips to mine, gently at first, gauging my response, reading my eyes, then harder, more intense. It was nearly impossible to keep my eyes open and focused on his; the urge to close and roll them back was overwhelming. As he kissed down my throat, chest, stomach, I gripped my bonds tighter, struggling for control. My breath came in ragged moans, heaving my chest with each inhale. And I couldn't get enough. Every time he pulled away I begged for more. Every touch of his hands and mouth on me flamed the fire inside be higher and higher. I needed more. And all the while I kept my eyes focused on his lust-darkened, amber eyes.
         When I couldn't take any more, when the pleasure was on the edge of pain, my mind the edge of madness, finally, finally, he moved up my body, thrusting his full length into me. Screaming, my whole body tensed and spasmed as it finally found the release it had been denied so long. Derek tilted his head slightly and without thinking I leaned forward letting my fangs slice into his neck. I broke the bonds holding my hands and clawed into his back. With the rhythm of his thrusts matching the pumping of his blood, the fire inside me was quickly built back up before exploding again. I couldn't keep my hold on his throat as another, more powerful, orgasm wrecked my body and I quickly sealed the wound with my tongue as my head flung back, my back arching, toes and fingers curling, and more screams tore their way out up my throat.
         This time I was not alone as Derek found his own release inside me, his hands dragging themselves with bruising strength over my body, his jaw locked tight as deep, growl-like groans worked out of his throat. And he wasn't done. Barely a second later, he pulled out me and rolled onto his back; his hand tangled into my hair he yanked me up and brought my face down to him. Without hesitation, I licked him clean, loving the taste and feel of him on my tongue and in my mouth. Using my hair again he lifted me off him, crushing his mouth against my mine. I loved it. I loved his hands on me. Every time he grabbed me, moved me, pulled me where he wanted me, I gasped in excitement and my body flushed in pleasure. I loved his strength. I wanted more, more, more. And he gave me everything I wanted and them some.

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         "Who was that on the phone?" I asked later, after we were both showered and dressed.
         "My father. Apparently there's some trouble with the pack in San Francisco. I'll be gone all day, I'm afraid." He talked as he gathered his phone, shoes, and wallet. He stopped for a moment and kissed me lightly before heading for the door.
         "No problem. I should really get some training done with Savin. It's been awhile." I frowned when I remembered my lackluster performance with training lately. And my even worse attendance record.
         Derek turned back a moment while he slipped his shoes on. "Don't worry, babe. Savin understands."
         "I know, but I still feel bad. I'm supposed to be focusing on learning and building my powers so I can help with the rebellion, instead I've been...distracted."
         He smiled, a small sweet, loving smile. "You worry too much. And even Savin agrees it's good to take time to enjoy life. Be happy. When the war starts there won't be nearly enough time for us, we should enjoy it while we can." He kissed me,then, as my mouth opened to protest. Then tossed out a "I'll text you when I'm on my way home" and was out the door.
         "Love you, too!" I shouted at the closed door and heard his answering laugh as he jogged across the yard to his car.