Samantha sat at Derek's kitchen bench. He lived on the Beta wing in his own suite. It was the furthest from his parents' apartment as he could get on the floor, eager for any semblance of independence when he turned eighteen a couple of years earlier.
Enticing smells bloomed in the kitchen as he cooked them steak with roast vegetables.
Their conversation flowed easily as he worked. He moved well in the kitchen and Samantha commented on it.
He laughed at the praise, bouyed by the uncomplicated energy that was between them. "I wanted to be a chef for a hot minute there. But of course that wasn't going to be okay for the son of a Beta."
She understood. Their station meant limited options. "I wanted to be a flight attendant."
He raised an eyebrow.
"I liked the idea of traveling. I didn't get the customer service angle." She laughed and sipped her wine. "Just that the ones on my father's plane were always so glamourous and knew so much about the world. I'd talk to them on flights." She explained.
She went on to tell him, as the eldest and future Luna, she had traveled to meet a lot of other packs, even a few in Europe. She hadn't gotten to see much of the places they went to though. What she didn’t share wasn that as she got older she realised her father took her to those place in case her mate was there and older than her, she didn’t let it ruin her fond memories of travelling though.
He smiled at her sharing. He of course knew of her travels but not what they entailed. Their ease with each other settled Derek's nerves. They had gone about this in the wrong direction but he felt in that moment they were coming into sync.
Plating up, he moved them to the dining table. He had set it up nicely, even with a candle.
"This wine is amazing," she commented. She was on her second glass already and he'd poured generously.
"It's dragon wine, from Therien."
"Really?" How'd you get it?"
"Alpha Andrew– he seemed to trip over that, considering it was her father, "had a meeting with a delegation a few months ago in the city. Dad got a few bottles so I… acquired a couple myself."
She couldn't help but smile at his admission of theft.
"I haven't met a dragon–or much of any other species, have you?"
He nodded slowly. "A few. Dragons are really wild. It's like our wolves understand them but…" he shook his head struggling to find the words. "You know there are werecats there too?"
"Yeah. I wonder what it's like there," she mused.
"We might go, one day," he said. "If there is a better alliance between our packs."
She nodded. Their pack was one of many that fled Therien during a civil war–her great grandfather first establishing here. There was still a lot of distrust on the human realm side, still wanting autonomy, but there was some slow alliances starting.
"Have you thought of how you want us to lead this pack?" He asked her.
"The same as it is now?” She asked back. The question confused her. She figured that she would just be doing everything that her parents already do today.
"Well, there are alliances and business decisions that will need to be made. Your father took me through some more of the diplomatic aspects of being an Alpha today and there's a lot to it. As Luna, you will be a big part of those decisions."
Derek had been surprised by the call from his Alpha, taking him away from his usual warrior training. He'd thought it would be a few weeks before he started his Alpha apprenticeship, but Samantha's father seemed keen. Derek had always had a deep respect for his Alpha, and seeing firsthand the amount of work that he oversaw, filled Derek with even more pride at what he and Samantha would be in charge of one day.
"I haven't got up to that yet,” Samantha said absently, “Mums just been showing me the day to day…" The enormous pressure of what she would inherit was daunting. It was something she didn't think about unless she really had to. What she did know was that she didn't feel anywhere near ready to be Luna.
Derek took care of cleaning up after dinner, Samantha following him to the kitchen and watching as he meticulously tidied–though he had cleaned and put things away as he was cooking so there wasn't much to do. Finished with the task, he looked around.
His t-shirt had a wide neck and she could see her mark on him. The crescent moon with the two stars. She could picture it on Godrick as well.
She let herself fully take Derek in. Her feelings for him were different since she marked him and, since Godrick accepted him. A physical need was there, surprising her throughout the day. And she felt a companionship with him.
"Would you like to watch a movie?" He asked.
She shook her head and came around into the kitchen placing her empty glass in the sink.
"I'd like you to take me to your room."
With something like a quiet determination, he stepped to her, swooping her up and kissing her mouth. Her legs wrapped around his waist, enjoying the confidence from him. The sweet taste of wine played where their mouths met.
Walking with her wrapped around him, he took them to his room, placing her gently down on his bed.
She propped herself on her elbows, staring up at him as he looked hungrily down at her. The skirt of her dress had ridden up, showing the white lace underwear she was wearing. He growled low in his throat as he pulled his shirt over his head.
She bit her lip. His physique really was very impressive.
He knelt on the bed and helped her pull her dress up over her head, exposing the matching white lacey bra she had on. He took a moment to appreciate her there in his bed like that, drawing his thumb across his bottom lip.
"Come here," she breathed. He was so deliberate. She was going to combust waiting for him. Her night with Godrick rolled around in her mind. His request. The desire for Derek to f**k her rose like a desperate need.
She removed her own underwear, not willing to wait for him. He got rid of his pants in record time, seeing the sense of urgency in her movements.
He made a move to go down on her and she shook her head. "I don't need that tonight."
"Okay…"
"I'm ready for you," she explained, rising to her knees as he came further up onto the bed. "I want you to take me from behind."
He was taken aback by her straightforwardness, but went with it. She could tell he smelt her arousal, the knowledge coursing through her. She turned around for him.
The sound of his breath consumed her as he viewed her from behind. After a few seconds, she realised he needed something more from her. Like an instinct. She turned back to him and pushed her body against him as she kissed him, coaxing him, letting him flow his hands over her body. She took his hand and set it out her opening. "I'm ready for you," she said again.
His face changed to one of concentration as he turned her around and guided himself into her. She gasped as he filled her.
"Oh Godr–ess!" She stumbled out.
"Sam," he moaned, not noticing her slip.
The warmth of his forehead pressed against her back as he curled over her, his hands softly gripping her hips. He moved slowly, testing her readiness. Breaths and gasps quickly became moans as she moved back against him, spurring him to take more from her.
An uncontrollable growl emitted from her as his movements sped up, rising up to kneeling so he could get a better rhythm going. There was something about being with him after their marking that was amping Samantha up. A sense of urgency rapidly building in her center.
She parted her legs further and dropped herself lower, his hands moving to her lower back and pushing down. The new angle ignited both of them.
"Oh. God. Ess. Sam," Derek choked out as he pounded into her.
She was tilting, tipping and falling. Her world exploded with him. He had no control to pull out even if wanted to, her clenching around him more than he could bear.
Crying out, Samantha clutched her arms around her head, tremors juddering out as Derek buried himself as deep as she could take him.
Derek pulled her around so she was on her back under him, kissing her. Feeling overwhelmed by his presence, she pulled her mouth from him gasping for breath as she twisted her face away. Derek's lips found his mark, sucking the sensitive flesh into his mouth briefly.
She blinked the sudden tears from her eyes, a bubbling laughter threatening to burst from her lungs. Sweet goddess and all that is holy. She'd never c*m so hard.
~*~
Godrick: I need to see you.
Samantha chewed her thumb nail, not biting it off, just biting down to create tension in her teeth. It was the full moon tonight so the run was on. The whole pack, well, those who were above shifting age, would be going for a pack run under the moon.
She had the afternoon free, the whole pack getting prepared for the run. She could maybe get out through the afternoon shift change but getting back in would be harder. If she came via the northern road she could try to slip into the run, but everyone would expect her to be there for the shift. And she hadn't shifted with Derek since they marked each other, he wanted her to be with him from the start–he'd actually wanted to spend the whole afternoon together. She'd talked him into just meeting up at dinner together, alone before they would meet with everyone for the run.
Now with only a few hours until then, she mindlinked her parents and then Derek in turn that she was going to have a nap in preparation for the run and that she would meet them at the shift. Derek's disappointment at canceling dinner plans was evident but he didn't push it.
With her stealth in wolf form, and how well she blended in the woods with her brown fur, she knew she could risk pushing through the line and try to avoid the guards. There was no rule against shifting when you want–she just couldn't get caught near the border.
DL: I can meet you at 4:30, but I need to be back within an hour.
She sent him coordinates to a hidden road between her pack and the city limits which fell out of any packs rule.
There would be no hood this time. She felt nervous about it, but it seemed weird to not let Godrick see her now that they have marked each other.
She grabbed a few items and put them into a backpack. She wore a simple summer dress with cap sleeves. Underwear was foregone as it'd be easier with the shifting–she didn't have time to fiddle with clothes.
Once she was in the back stairwell to spray the scent masking on. She slipped out through the laundry room which opened to the back of the packhouse, towards the woods. No one was around, the cleaners finished by three each day.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she arrived at the treeline without coming across anyone. She slipped behind a giant tree and pulled her dress over head and pushed it into her backpack. The ripple of her shift traveled down her body. Now in wolf form, she grabbed her bag in her mouth. She hunkered low and ran through the forest, listening out and stopping when she heard guards doing their rounds.
It took her longer than she had planned, arriving fifteen minutes late. Coming over the rise still in her wolf form, she could see Godrick leaning against a black car. His head turned towards her and she moved backwards swiftly, slipping behind a tree and shifting, pulling her dress back on. She slipped her backpack on, taking a breath and stepping out.
Godrick had taken a step forward looking for her. She jogged lightly down the decline, snaking through the trees.
She stepped barefoot up to him, her eyes cast down, too scared to look into his face.
"Come here, Samantha."
Her name, spoken out loud, sent an excited thrill through her. She moved to him, finally looking up into his face. He looked at her with wonder and love. Different faces, but the same look Derek gave her. It took her breath.
He touched her cheek, trailing up and brushing her hair back. She had braided it as usual, but some hair from the sides of her face had come loose.
"You're so beautiful," he spoke softly. He cupped the back of her head, deliberately stroking his mark on her with his pinky.
Her lips parted in anticipation of the kiss he gave her. She clutched his jacket as he worked her mouth open, taking her tongue and guiding the depth of their kiss. It rocked her to her core.
He pulled back to look at her again. "How is this supposed to work?"
Samantha had no idea. How was she to have both lives, the one where she is with Derek and this one where she surrendered to Godrick?
"I don't know." She frowned. "I have something I should tell you though."
"Okay."
"My fiance and I marked each other Saturday night, it was going to happen anyway and he wanted to, so…" She watched him as she said the words, not sure what he would do.
Godrick moved her braid, revealing the mark from Derek. He let out a breath. "What does this mean? I have to admit, I don't know about this stuff. I only found out I was a demon six years ago. And demons don't talk about this." He gestured to the mark.
"I don't know," she admitted. " I shouldn't have marked you. I don't know what it means long term. My bond with De-, my fiance is still in place."
He took her hand and led her to the car. "About him. Do you love him? Is he your fated mate?"
She shook her head. "No. We chose each other. It was our parents' idea but… it seems he actually wanted to…"
Godrick laughed. "Of course he did Samantha. You're gorgeous and even if you only show a fraction of who I know you really are, he'd be wrapped around your little finger."
She thought he was right.
"So he loves you, but do you love him?"
"I don't know." She wasn't sure how she felt. Was it okay to mark someone you didn't know if you did or could love? She felt something for Derek, but was it love? She wasn't even sure she was capable.
"Do you love me?"
She glanced at him at the question. Very bold, she thought. Also very manipulative. She felt a roll of excitement at that. "Do you love me?" She challenged.
"Yes," he said without any hesitation. His quick response threw her. She opened her mouth to say something but faltered.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, staring into her eyes. He shifted them so the backs of her legs pressed against the front of the car.
He kissed her again, wrapping his hand around her neck. "I love you. I want you." His kisses became more urgent and she responded in kind.
His hands gripped her arse, lifting her onto the bonnet of the car. He leant his knees into the front grill, pulling her to wrap around his hips.
She hooked an arm around his neck, her elbow propped on the car next to her. He pushed the skirt of her dress up, pleased to find she was naked underneath. He groaned into her mouth. "Where did you even come from?"
His hand found her, his thumb pushing her clit, his fingers cast down around her opening and thrumming against her. He watched her as he brought her to her peak. "Does my girl want to c*m?"
"Yes, sir." She slipped into it so easily. There was something about him that flicked a switch in her.
He bent to take a n****e in between his teeth through her dress.
"Oh Godrick, yes!" She collapsed back onto the bonnet, as her crashing waves pulsed out.
He looked down at her wet opening. "Oh, Godrick indeed." He ran his fingers over his tongue. He held her knees in place as he crouched to taste her, his mouth kissing her flesh. She yelped at the touch so soon after her climax.
He stood back up, shifting his hold to her hip, keeping her in place. He used his other hand to unbuckle his belt.
"Do you want help, sir?"
He stopped, he felt that tone had been the less submissive part of her. He bit his lip as he looked at her. She was inviting him again. Like with the blood play, when she had marked him. A different side of her that he wanted to know. He thought for a beat. As much as he was eager to explore all aspects of her, he wanted his submissive girl today.
"No. I'm in charge."
The flash was slow coming and going. The green pigment of her eye glowing as her wolf pushed forward.
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." The tone made him itch.
She laid fully back on the car, stretching her arms out, waiting for him.
Keeping his eye on her he pushed his pants down enough to free himself. He saw her eyes appreciate him as he gripped himself tight, watching how her eyes stayed affixed to it, a little moan coming from her. He thought her more dominant side would like to do some crazy s**t to his c**k. He might have to let her one day.
"How many times did you f**k him?"
"Twice."
"Hmmm." He stroked himself, reaching to free her breasts from her dress. "How many times did you c*m?"
"Twice–three times." She corrected herself. "He went down on me in the shower this morning."
He paused for a second then placed himself at her entrance. He teased her edges, watching her juices mix with his precum.
"Play with your n*****s. I want them peaked at all times."
She smiled as she grasped them. Lifting her pelvis up to him.
"Does he f**k you hard?"
She shook her head. "No. He's gentle."
"Gentle, huh?" He was slow as he entered her. They had a moment just as he had fully entered her, resting his forehead against hers. Their bodies shook with pleasure. He kissed her, his tongue keeping the same pace as his thrusts. He moved deep and slow.
Her body responded to him quickly, she was feeling overcome like the previous night with Derek. Her orgasm rushed forward.
"You there already? Mmmm, me too." He gasped. He pulled out at the last moment, replacing it quickly with his mouth. She cried out as the waves crashed now that she was void of him. It rocked her body hard.
She looked down at him. "Why didn't you c*m?"
"I'm not done with you yet." He yanked her off the car and brought her to the passenger door. He opened it and guided her to crawl in, keeping her backside to him. He took her roughly, using the car door to steady himself.
She cried out, a rumbling growl taking over as he pushed her down, her face pressing against the edge of the seat. All she knew in that moment was him, her body under his complete control. He tensed as another release rocked her body. His hand took over, this time, twisting her around as she whimpered her release.
He sunk to his knees on the ground beside the car, turning her around to sit wedged between the car seat and his lap. He kissed her mouth as he rubbed his erection against her warmth.
She was trying to curl up to him, spent. He tipped her chin up to look in his eyes. "Three down, one to go."
Her eyes widened at his words. "Godrick, I–you're going to kill me."
He chuckled as he kissed her mouth, tilting her so she sheathed him again. She sighed, throwing her head back. He held her with his arm up around her back rubbing his mark on her.
"You feel me?" He spoke against her mouth. "This is what I want. I'll do whatever you want me to do, but what I want to do is this." He pushed against her folds. "Make you feel good. Have all of you."
He pebbled her n****e between his fingers and she shuddered, her moaning increasing in volume again. "I'm going to c*m again," she gasped, rocking on him.
"Wait for me," he panted. He angled her hip away and groaned low at the angle.
She put her hands on his shoulders, using it to bounce on him. "Hurry," she moaned.
His mouth found hers as they came together, the moment condensing and drawing out as they tipped over the edge.
Godrick clung to her body, holding her up. "Fuck." He brushed her hair from her face.
She just hummed.
With effort, Godrick stood, lifting her up. He pulled his pants up, sitting in the car and pulling her into his lap. She curled up there, resting her head on his shoulder.
His arm looped around her bent knees, her skirt pooling in her lap.
"Run away with me."
Samantha pulled back to look at him. "What?"
"I don't know what your life is like in your pack, but if you didn't get to choose who you are going to be with and I want you to be mine, I'll just take you away from here." Words tumbled out of him.
"It's not quite like that. I decided to go with their choice, instead of waiting for my fated mate," she explained.
"Why couldn't you just choose for yourself completely?"
She was quiet. She didn't want to explain her position, but like the hood, she was wondering why it really mattered now. "I have obligations I have to meet."
"So, you would rather be with him."
"No… I don't know. Godrick, it's really complicated."
She could tell he was angry and upset, but he held her still. "Are you planning on telling him about us?"
Samantha sighed and put her head back on his shoulder. "Why can't I have both lives?"
Godrick just held her.
~*~