His room was brightly lit from various lights coming from the windows and the majestic chandelier that hung from the center of the circular ceiling.
The furniture in his room was in hues of gold dust. A heavy king size bed lay in the center of the room with a gigantic mirror behind, decorated with golden intricate designs.
Pale gold rug covered the circular floor of the room while multiple columns and dome shaped arches in rust gold shade made up the walls.
He closed the door with his feet before carrying me gently in a bridal style. Our eyes locked and I could feel my heart thudding frantically against my chest.
A gasp released from my mouth when he placed me down on his huge bed. He played gently with my hair, pushing some strands behind my ear as he maintained a gaze with me.
His scent filled my nostrils and I could feel myself getting wet from his touches.
"Do you know how happy I am to see that you finally accept me as your mate? I'm so excited that I'll finally get to mark you and make you mine, Isabel," Derek said sweetly as he stared at me, his dreamy emerald eyes piercing directly into my soul.
"I'm as happy as you are, Derek. I'm happy to have you as my mate and I don't mind if we're soon going to be step siblings." I muttered softly and he began kissing my neck down to my chest. He climbed over me, our body touching, releasing sparks of heat from within. Soft moans escaped my lips and I felt his bulge poking my thighs from his pants.
"I want to mark you now but I need you to trust me, it's going to hurt just a little. You don't have to whimper or shake because the pain will subside in just a minute." Derek soothed while I nodded slowly in response.
I wasn't ready but I tried to stay still, not wanting to act like a crybaby from receiving a mark that would cause just a temporary pain.
Without wasting much time, He sunk his canines deep into my flesh and my body jerked slightly. He gripped my hips to keep me steady as he continued marking me.
I felt a little blood drip down from the wound as I whimpered in pain. But the pain lasted only a few seconds before it was replaced by intense pleasure.
My wolf howled in excitement as he kissed the marked spot on my neck again.
"Now, you're mine, and everyone will know that, Isabel Montes is my mate," Derek admitted, a victorious smile parting his lips as he stared at the mark he made on my skin.
He took my lips in his and kissed it hungrily while I released cute moans as I grasped his hair.
When a gasp released from my mouth, Derek took that chance to slide his tongue Into my mouth, giving me a french kiss.
His hands found their way on my brassiere, loosening the hooks and hurling them in any direction.
"F**k, you're good baby," Derek moaned while I tried to keep up the pace with him as we continued with our hungry kisses and smooches.
He finally shoved me backwards, my head landing on the pillow as I locked eyes with him. My blonde hair fanned the pillow, and I watched as he brought his hands forward, giving me a soft caress on my skin.
Moans released from my mouth and I couldn't help but be eager to feel him inside me.
I didn't know what that feeling was but trust me, it became stronger after he marked me.
He dragged my undies and removed them completely, exposing my well trimmed and clean p**y to his face.
I felt a little shy and embarrassed but the crave for him was strong within me, taking over my mind and feelings.
"I will make sure we have some naughty moments before finally mating with you. All of this is to prepare you for the next stage, mate."
He said and I nodded immediately, prepared for anything that comes my way.
I've never felt this way before but whatever it was, it was a good feeling.
Derek stroke his fingers across my cl*t and I released a loud deafening moan. His fingers toured my p**y, driving me through the extreme phase of cloud nine. He thrusted his fingers in my p**y and I could feel myself getting wetter down there. I couldn't help but undulate as he continued to stroke me down there. My eyes remained closed and I bit my lips trying hard not to moan. My hands clenched and grabbed the white bedsheets and my toes curled as I felt a tingling sensation overwhelm me.
Just then, I felt a cold wet substance in my groin. Derek had just replaced his fingers with his tongue.
Moving me backwards, he collapsed me to the bed and spread my thighs wide. Holding my legs tightly, he steps between them with a smirk as he locks eyes with me. I moaned as I composed myself on the bed, giving access to his dominance.
"Very nice! You p**y is so nice and juicy. I can see how tight and wet you are." Derek moaned as he continued to thrust his tongue in my p**y and I could feel the coldness from his tongue.
He moves his hands from my thighs, and slides it up against my body. He cups my tits, pressing them together before gliding down towards my p**y. Spreading the lips of my p**y, he let out a moanful growl.
"F**k! You're so sensitive and wet."
He muttered before sitting up with his knees still on the bed. His hands found their way to the buttons of his tartan shirt, loosening them at a fast pace.
I maintained my posture right where I lay on the bed, my eyes never leaving him. He smiled as soon as he locked eyes with me and immediately, he hurled his shirt, letting it land freely on the rug.