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DEIDRE
I slumped down on my bed as I felt tired as ever. Since I had not gotten pretty much any sleep the night before so it was hard to keep my eyes open.
And of course I still missed Thomas, so that made my heart ache.
I buried my face in my pillow, shutting my eyes. And just like that sleep came, letting me fall into a deep slumber.
I had a nice dream, one that was invaded of Thomas.
Although I jumped awake as I felt a hand clamp over my mouth.
My eyes flashed open, breath getting stuck in my throat as I looked up. But I could not see the person's face since it was too dark in the room and I could not see a thing.
My breathing grew heavy as I kept staring, fear lacing inside me. And I didn't even seem to think twice as I suddenly twisted, kicking my foot in the person's stomach.
"What the hell, Deidre?"
My eyes widened at the sound of Thomas's voice, confusion plastering all over my face. "Thomas? What? Is that you?"
"Yes. Jesus, you hit really hard," he muttered.
I rubbed my eyes, trying to get the sleep out of my eyes. "What on earth are you doing here?"
He stood in front of me as I stood up, standing just a step away from him. "We need to talk."
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me? You honestly couldn't think of a better way to talk to me? You couldn't have found another way to do that instead of breaking into my home, my bedroom? How did you get in even?"
Thomas scratched the back of his neck, pointing to my window. "Through your window. I used my claws to slide it open so it was pretty damn easy."
Casual. That was how he was being about it.
So damn casual.
"You can't just break into someone's house! Especially in the middle of the night!"
"I wanted to be spontaneous," he spoke with a grin, taking a step closer.
"Why are you here, Thomas?" I asked, folding my arms over my chest, but I guess I didn't even notice that I was not wearing anything under it. So if I folded my arms then it would just push my breasts up, showing him some clear things.
He blew out a breath, reaching out his hand to touch my cheek. "Deidre, I miss you."
"You already said that yesterday," I muttered.
"But it was the truth. I miss you, Deidre. So damn much that it's killing me. It's killing me, staying away from you."
"Thomas, we are not friends anymore. I made it clear to you that we are absolutely nothing, you need to understand that. And honestly, why can't you understand that I don't even want to be around you nor speak with you?"
"I don't want to be just friends. We established that we were more than that with everything that we did."
I sighed, reluctantly leaning into his touch. "That changed when you decided to go to Ursula, that was when you ruined everything. But Thomas, you need to leave."
"I'm not going anywhere so don't bother trying."
I was just about to protest, but didn't because I knew that there would be no point to it. "Fine. Stay, but I am not going to give you any attention. Because I am honestly too tired to deal with you."
I didn't even say another word as I flopped down on my bed, pulling the covers over my half naked body, since I was only wearing a nightgown.
And I nearly jumped when I felt the bed dip beside me, before Thomas's scent surrounded me. My eyes flashed open again and I found him lying next to me just as his hand reached out to touch my face. "That was not an invite for you to sleep next to me."
"It could have been interpreted differently and I took it that way," he said, folding his arm under his head. "I really have missed you, Princess."
"I'm tired, Thomas, so leave," I muttered. "Go back to Ursula."
Although I regretted my words as soon as they escaped. Since I didn't want him to go to her.
"I mean don't. Don't go to her. Or do." Then I cursed under my breath, "Fućk. I don't know."
Thomas braced a hand on my waist, offering me a soft smile. "As much as I hate it when you swear and as badly as it affects me, I'm going to let that go since I understand your anger for me."
"If you understand it so well then why don't you just leave? I'm serious, Thomas."
"Deidre, we need to talk."
"Well, it's a little too late for that. Besides, we are not friends not anything so you don't have the right to talk to me."
"But strangers also talk."
I narrowed my eyes at him, not amused. "Leave."
I shut my eyes, only to let out a frustrated sound when he spoke again. "All my life, I have wanted to get away from my family. I have thought of every single thing to do to get away, to finally move away and have a life of my own. But I have always known that I can't do that."
What is this story time telling?
"And why not?" I dared to ask.
"I don't know if you know this, but my family rules this pack. They have a power so immense that nothing can defeat it. No one can go against them. It is like they are indestructible."
"Why have you wanted to get away from them?"
"I guess you can say that they have never... cared for me. Even though I spent all my earlier years trying to make them like me, even if it didn't work. I began to realize that as I grew older, understanding that they don't give a single crap about me. But I guess in my family, no one gives a crap about anyone. There has never been any love, care... just nothing. All they care about is some fućked up power."
"You think that they don't love you?"
Thomas gave me a second glance, sighing. "I know that they don't. But it's not like I am upset about it, I am used to it. I have come to accept them as to who they are and it's fine. Besides, I have much more important people who I care about."
"You have people who care about you too," I whispered, turning so I was lying on my side.
"You mean you?" he questioned, the corners of his mouth twitching.
I heaved out a breath, staring down at our now joined hands. He laced his fingers with mine, his eyes staring at me so intensely. "Thomas—"
"I missed you, Deidre. I really did miss you. And I care about you too."
"If you really did so then you wouldn't have gone to Ursula. You wouldn't have betrayed my trust like that." I turned around so my back was facing him now. "You can leave now. Go to her since I'm sure that you really want that."
A soft gasp escaped my lips as he suddenly wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to his hard chest. "She doesn't mean anything to me."
I didn't answer as I simply squeezed my eyes shut.
"That day when I went home from your house, my father had a talk with me. He was really upset with the fact that you and I are hanging out. He doesn't appreciate it at all since he wants me to be with someone different. Like Ursula. He kept going on and on about how he was going to do horrible things to you if I didn't stop seeing you and if I didn't go to Ursula."
"So you spent the night with her to protect me?" I spat, wanting nothing more than to get away from him suddenly.
I could hear him sigh as his arms tightened around me. "The next morning I went and had a talk with Ursula. I-I asked her if she could help me with something and in return she could tell her father that her and I are mates. I told her to play a little game with me, act as if something had happened between us. And she agreed, especially when I told her that maybe her and I could be mates in the future."
I turned around at his words, eyes widening. "W-What?"
"I didn't spend the night with her. I didn't do a single thing with her."
"B-But t-the janitor's closet? I saw you two and your clothes, they were—"
"It was all an act. Nothing happened. We didn't do anything together, I can promise you that."
I didn't even seem to care as I got off the bed, my feelings bottling up inside me. "Y-You didn't? You two didn't—"
Thomas shook his head, standing up also while taking steps towards me. "No. I would never. I would never do anything with a single girl, someone who isn't you. You are the only one who I will do anything remotely dirty with."
"But you lied to her, right? You aren't going to be mates with her?" I questioned with a hopeful gleam in my eyes.
"No. Never. I lied, alright? She and I are not going to be mates. Not ever. I can promise you that," he reassured me.
"When I saw you with her, I thought that-that—" I struggled to come up with words as I felt a lump in my throat. "I thought that I didn't mean anything to you. I thought that my mother was right and I was just a toy to you. I thought we were nothing."
He immediately grabbed my hands in his, before pulling them to his mouth and placing a kiss. "No. Don't ever think that, Deidre. You are the most important person to me. You mean more to me than anyone else. Don't ever think that you're not. You're not a fucking toy. You could never be. Your mother is wrong."
"How can I believe that when you do this shit? When I don't even know what we are? When I feel like you are only playing with my feelings since I succumb to you so easily?"
"Deidre, no. This is real for me. The feelings I have for you are real."
I glanced up at him from underneath my tear-stained lashes. "Do you promise?"
"I can fucking swear it on my life," he murmured, brushing his thumb along my cheek. "You mean the world to me. You're the most important person in my life."
I couldn't even help it as I began crying. I felt as if I had the sudden urge to free all the emotions that I had kept in.
"No. Deidre, don't cry," Thomas whispered before his arms came around me. "Don't cry. Please don't cry. I hate seeing you cry."
I breathed in and out deeply as I buried my face in his chest. I let out small, quiet sobs while my hands clenched into fists in his shirt. "I'm sorry. I just—I just don't know what's wrong with me."
"Hey. It's okay. You're okay." He ran his fingers through my hair in a soothing manner.
"I believed it so much, that something happened between you two. It hurt so much," I admitted. "It still hurts because I can't get that image, that thought out of my head."
"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I'm sorry that I made you think that way."
"What about the bug bites? The one's on your neck?"
"Make-up," he answered. "It was only make-up, baby. You are the only one who can give me bug bites. Only you."
And just like that, a thought occurred to me, making me realize how I could finally get rid of the thoughts. And in a second I had pushed Thomas away from me, pushing him towards the bed before he eventually fell on it with a soft flopping sound. "Um, Deidre?"
I didn't even seem to think twice as I got on top of him. Thomas's eyes widened a little at my actions as I straddled his hips, my nightgown riding up a little.
"Deidre, what are you doing?" he asked curiously.
"Let's get rid off every inch of her from you." I leaned down a little, my lips hovering over my neck. "Her touch." Thomas's breathing quickened. "Her scent." I bit down softly at the flesh, which made him squirm. "Everything, so you will be free of her and only have me all over you."
"Deidre—" he breathed out unevenly.
I didn't even care as I pressed my lips to a particular part of his neck. "I bet that she can't make you feel this way."
I didn't understand what was going on with me. But all I knew was that I felt the sudden urge to stake a claim on him. I wanted to claim him, his whole body.
I had this jealousy feeling coursing my insides.
"Right? Another girl can't make you feel that way?" I murmured, pressing kisses all over his neck.
"N-No."
"Damn. You just made him stutter. Keep doing this shit," Desirée exclaimed.
"I bet that she could never make these kind of sounds come from you." I sucked softly at his neck, which made him groan. "No one else will ever make you want to earn a release so badly. Make you groan out in pleasure."
Oh my god! What is wrong with me? Where are these coming from?
A response didn't come from him as he only gripped onto my waist, slowly moving my body against his. I sucked harder on his neck, wanting nothing more than to erase my memories.
"Let's get rid of those damn bug bites of her's," I murmured between kisses. "Let me replace them with mine."
"Fućk, yes," Thomas breathed out.
Slowly, I began moving my hips along his, feeling something hard press against the part of me that sent all sensations flying. "You won't ever go to her, right? You won't ever go to her or any other girl. You will only come to me with whatever trouble you have. Even if you need someone to spend the... night with."
"Damnit, Desirée, stop affecting me."
"Oh, don't act like you don't like it," she muttered back.
Thomas lifted his hips a little, pressing his pelvis against my middle part. His hands ran up my waist, under my nightgown and then his hands cupped my bare bottom. I had actually forgotten that I was naked underneath. "Never. Only you."
And then eventually I pulled back as I heard his words. I admired my work on his neck, looking at all the bug bites that I had left there. "Now you look a lot better."
"Deidre, move," he whispered, his voice sounding pained.
"Why?" I asked, a sly smirk forming.
I didn't understand why but I felt a little proud that I was making him feel this way. That I was the only person who could make him feel like that.
He threw his head back, tugging me closer by my bottom. And a harsh breath came from me at the feel of him pressing against my sex, even though the nightgown covered that. "Fućk."
My breathing became heavy at the foreign feeling. Although I wanted nothing more than to keep going. I had this sudden urge to rip his clothes off and kiss all over his body. I wanted to do so many dirty things with him that it made me blush.
I didn't even think twice as I slid my hands under his shirt, pushing it up. "Take it off. Please, take it off."
Thomas didn't need to be told twice as he hurriedly pulled back a little and stripped off his shirt. And then in a second, my hands were gliding all over his body. Touching everywhere. "Fućk. I want to fućk you so badly, Deidre."
Even though I didn't even really know what that meant, I still nodded. I was so overwhelmed with the actions that were happening that I could not even focus on his words. I only kept moving on top of him.
And I didn't even understand why, but the video —that Robert had shown— flashed in my mind.
Nonetheless, when his hand reached forward towards my front, my eyes widened. And I was just going to pull away, but was stopped when he gripped onto my waist even tighter. "Don't move. Don't you dare move."
I couldn't help but notice how commanding his tone sounded, that it made me feel all hot and bothered. And the sudden want to do as he asked.
"But I-I—" I struggled to come up with an answer.
My breathing grew heavy with the closer his hand got to my private place. The one place that had never been touched by anyone before. My legs trembled a little as his hand cupped it, which made me gasp.
"I can make you feel good. Do you want me to make you feel good?"
I gazed down at him, cheeks turning a shade darker as his hand moved along it, all the while he continued rocking his hips against me. "I-I don't k-know. I've never done this."
Thomas tilted his head, staring at me with an amused look. "You've never touched yourself before?"
I could only shake my head, as no words seemed to escape since his fingers pressed against me.
"Well, let me be the first one then."
And then his index and middle finger were moving on me, while he continued thrusting his hips. A small whimper escaped as he slipped one finger inside. My cheeks flushed when he began moving it, slowly thrusting it inside. "Thomas," was all I could moan out.
"Yeah, baby, that's it. Fućk, my name sounds so hot coming from you." I could feel his hard-on pressing to me, while he added another finger, continuing to work them inside me. "You have no idea how much I want you. You have no idea many times I've touched myself while imagining you. How many times I have dreamed about being inside you, ramming my cóck into you until you are a whimpering, sweating mess."
My legs tightened around him, walls clenching around his fingers. And I didn't know why at first, but his words made me feel more aroused. "Thomas, please."
I didn't even understand what I was begging for.
And a gasp came from me as I felt a sting on my bottom. "Would you want me to fuck you, Deidre? Would you want me to ram my cóck into you until you're gasping for air, so overwhelmed with the pleasure?"
"Yes! Yes, I'll do anything, just please."
And I didn't even have the chance to react before he thrust his fingers inside one last time and then I released around him. All the air left my body, my legs tightened for a moment before slumping down on him, after he had jerked under me.
For a few moments, I kept lying on top of him, not a word being spoken between us.
"Damn. I need to change now," he muttered from underneath me.
Of course, not another thought seemed to occur as I pressed a soft kiss to his chest, lips skimming it lightly. "You mean a lot to me, Thomas. I have never felt this way about anyone before. I have never wanted to all those things with anyone else. You are the only one who I have ever truly felt this way about."
He nuzzled his face in my hair, while raking his fingers through it.. "I know how you feel."
"I like you, Thomas. I like you a lot more than I probably should." Then I added, "And I want to keep liking you for a long time. I want to like you... forever."
"I want to like you forever too," he whispered, then I saw him glance at his watch. "Shit. I should get going."
Alarms immediately shot up in my mind, suddenly not wanting him to leave. And I bit my lip as he got off the bed, searching for his shirt. When he turned around to give me a second glance, he sighed. "Oh, don't look at me like that."
I jutted out my bottom lip, feeling sad about him leaving. "Do you really have to go?"
"Well, don't you want me to? I mean I thought you would."
"I don't," I was brave enough to admit.
"What about your family? Won't your parents be upset about me... spending the night with you?"
I shook my head, staring at him through my long lashes. "They're not home. It's date night. Tonight they are staying at a motel instead."
Even though my breathing grew a little heavier as he took steps towards me, the bed. "Really? They're not home."
"No," I responded, cheeks heating up because of the look he was giving me.
And I swallowed hard when he got on the bed again, hovering over my body, bracing his hands by my head. "So you want me to stay? You want me to stay here? Spend the night with you?"
I stared up at him, heart racing in my chest at the intense look in his eyes. "Yes. Will you? Please."
"Fućk, I love it when you beg," he brought out, resting his forehead against mine. "Even though I prefer to hear it when we are doing other activities."
"So are you going to stay?"
Thomas pressed a kiss to my forehead, which made me smile like a goof. "Since you asked so kindly."
I couldn't help but grin as he turned so he was lying on his back before he wrapped an arm around me. He pulled me to his chest, laying my head on it while breathing in and out deeply. "Can I admit something?"
"Indeed you can." He chuckled.
"I actually want to kick Ursula's ass."
Thomas laughed, kissing my hair. "Well, you have my permission to do that, so I'm not protesting."
"I am going to kick her ass for trying to get my man," I mumbled sleepily.
"Your man, huh?"
I nodded, shutting my eyes as relaxation surrounded me.
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Yesss, he is her man!
He didn't cheat! Or well, didn't do shit with Ursula the Bitch!
Deidre should kick her ass.
I didn't actually plan on it getting dirty.
Oops, I guess.
I love how I continue adding stories that I like to my library, but don't ever even actually read them. Gosh, I'm so weird.
Comments and votes are appreciated :).
Lots of love <3.