“beg for it.” Nora x Derek
Sometimes Derek needs something a little more. It had been one of those weeks where he needed to lose control a little bit. Some time where he didn’t have to be an alpha.
Nora was perfect for this. She’d mix just the right amount of aconite into a drink for him. Just enough to dull his healing but not his senses. He never asked her how she found this magic amount and he was sure he didn’t want to know.
Then she’d strap his hands and feet down using something he couldn’t break on his own, he’d tried multiple times.
“What’s your safe word?” She’d ask whisper soft, the picture of innocence with her red hair softly waving down her back and her blue eyes glowing in the low light.
“Trapezoid,” Derek swallowed and it seemed to echo through the loft.
When they first picked safe words the story had been he hated math. One day in the cuddling aftermath Derek explained it better. When Kate had seduced him she was the substitute math teacher, they were doing geometry and she used helping after class to get in his head. The word would snap him back quicker than anything and Nora promised never to make him use his safe word, so far he hadn’t.
Nora was quite enamoured with Derek, she trusted him and he trusted her especially with this. She knew how big of a thing it was for him. And to be honest it was for her, no one had trusted her in years.
Once that was done she slowly trailed her fingertip from his big toe across his leg. When she got close to his very naked midsection her finger dipped in slightly to just brush against his balls. Making sure not to touch his cock. She smirked at it’s twitch when she got close and felt his sigh as she moved on. The finger mapped his internal musculature, Derek closing his eyes and his body relaxing into the bed.
To him it felt like hours but he was sure it was only moments. The longer it went the harder he got, and she still hadn’t even touched his dick. At this point she’d touched every spot on his body that she could reach. But she just started the process over. Derek knew it had been a rough week when he couldn’t last much longer than the first couple passes today.
“Please,” he whispered.
“You’re sure you’re ready?” she asked a note of concern in her voice.
Derek nodded, and it felt like so much effort.
“I need to hear you say it Derek,” her voice more commanding, “beg for it, beg for it or you won’t get it.”
“Please Nora,” it was on a breath, “I need it.”
She could feel the conviction in his voice, and as always that first strike on his leg made his eyes jump open. They tried to flare but with the aconite in his bloodstream it was just a flash and gone. The second strike of the batton was across his chest, this time the aconite working better. The more strikes the more it stung. Derek couldn’t hear anything outside of the blood rushing in his ears and the sound the batton made on his flesh. He could feel tears of relief streaming down his face, his mind emptying of all the stress and worry.
Instantly the strikes stopped, “are you there yet?” her voice soft and it felt like her breath spanned every bruise on his body.
Derek nodded and normally she would make him speak but she knew how bad this week had gotten to him, she dropped the batton starting to kiss his damaged chest as she swung her leg over and got on top of Derek.
It didn’t take either of them long to reach their peaks. After Nora collapsed forward causing Derek to hiss slightly. But as she laid there a constant weight on his chest he relaxed back onto his bed.
“Thank you,” he whispered into the dark, kissing the top of her head.
Nora nodded enjoying the afterglow and Derek felt her smile when he growled softy, sounding like a purring cat. That’s how they fell asleep that night.
Some days later Derek is woke up screaming coming from beside him as Nora is sleeping. He can tell she’s deep into her sleep as her body is locked up tight. Derek doesn’t need to know what the dream is, it doesn’t really matter. It’s the same every time.
Derek is gentle as he brushes the sweaty hair out of her face. He leaned forward whispering into her ear.
“Please,” he spoke just loud enough to be heard, the breath brushing her ear and her neck, “Please Nora.”
Derek sat back somewhat hoping it was enough tonight, but he wasn’t that lucky. Although Nora settled for a moment, the thrashing started. He knew better than to try to hold her down. In that they were different, she had always needed her freedom. So Derek brushed his finger tips down the side of her neck, and across the tops of her arms. A few more brushes up and down before he leaned forward again.
“Nora please I need this,” he tried not to sound desperate, “I need you.”
Her body seemed to relax almost instantly, and he smiled against her neck when he felt her hand clench into the fabric at the back of his boxers.
“Are you back with me?” he asked, not moving more than he needed to.
He felt her nod and bury her face into his neck, his wolf loving the nuzzling motion she was doing. Pushing her scent deep into his skin. But it only drew more attention to the fact that she smelt wrong. Too much fear and pain was wafting out of her pores.
So his wolf took over, gently rubbing his face on her neck, his lips soft as they left kisses in his wake. Once he was satisfied that his mate’s neck smelt like them he kissed her softly on the lips. He was happy to feel the smile her lips were curved into when he did. He pulled back to watch her face.
Nora smiled up at him, “thank you,” she whispered her voice hoarse from the screaming.
“Any time,” he returned the soft smile.
He inspected her face, the soft moonlight filtering in the grainy window highlighting her beauty. He could see small scars from a rough life but that wasn’t what he noticed first. He noticed the slight freckles she had, genetics and sun to thank for that. The fact that her laugh lines were getting deeper than the stress lines on her face. Something he was grateful to see. But the best part was the soft vulnerability that only he got to see. And only in dark, quiet moments like this.
He snapped out of his thoughts when the moonlight glittered across the tears on her face, “I’m sorry,” he whispered kissing the moisture on her cheeks, “I got lost in you.”
“God you’re sappy,” she told him softly, “but fuck do I…”
She had trailed off, neither of them had said it yet and neither of them knew when they’d be able to. It was such a dangerous word. Instead of focusing on that though he leaned down to softly kiss her on the lips again.
