Morning Love

A heavy hand slid over my hip several times. I lay on my side. I felt Dean’s body heat on my back. It could only be him caressing me so early in the morning. When I opened my eyes the room was still black. He thought it was okay to toy with me at night?! Did he even fall asleep? I had to admit I loved the feel of his palm on my skin. He carved out my waist and gripped my ass and gently squeezed. I shut my eyes. I let out a soft moan. My eyes turned to saucers. I hadn’t meant to do that. Dean chuckled.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Morning?”
“It’s three A.M.”
“Why are you awake?”
He snuggled close to me. Close enough for me to feel his erection. It turned me on just feeling how excited he was.
“I’m supposed to be gone all day. I don’t want to leave you.”
I rolled over so I could see his face. I lay on my back and focused on him. Even in the dark I could see the desire on his face and smell it in the air. Dean traced his fingers on my belly, diving close to my underwear line.
“Take me with you then. You know I can defend myself.”
“Out of the question Layla.”
He only called me by my full name when he was being serious.
“There’s no point in arguing with me.”
“Where are you going then?”
“Checking out the boarders… I won’t go far. I’ll miss you.”
“Uh-huh, feels like you miss me already.”
Thanks to a sudden burst of courage my hand found its way to the front of Dean’s boxers.
He groaned and landed on his back. “Fuck Layla.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I blushed and drew my hand back. How embarrassing. My cheeks felt like hotplates. I wanted to roll to the other side and fall into a coma.
Dean chuckled, adding fire to my embarrassment. He took my hand and placed it on his hard-on. I nearly drew back when I felt it throbbing.
“Don’t be sorry. Don’t be scared either.” He pressed my hand against his cock and groaned. “That’s so good Little Wolf.”
“I…I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“That’s okay… we’ll take it easy.” He drew back and I felt a pinch of disappointment.
I pulled him back to me. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want you.”
“Little Wolf…”
A part of me wanted to take control of the situation but fear and insecurity kept me in chains. I was more comfortable when Dean took control and led me, though another part of me wanted to be daring. I didn’t have the key to let that part of me out.
Before I knew it Dean hovered over me. He smiled at me and brushed my hair out of my face.
“Come on,” I pleaded.
He smirked, “Impatient huh Little Wolf?”
I groaned and lifted my legs and pushed my torso up. Dean lifted his frame to savour his cock.
“No, Little Wolf. We’re going slow…” he trailed kisses on my jaw and my neck.
I fisted the back of his head. His soft nips sent tiny explosions of pleasure inside me.
“Ugh, Dean if you don’t penetrate I’m leaving!”
His body slammed on me. “Where the hell are you going to do?”
“To the bathroom to do it myself.”
He brushed his hand on my right thigh and laughed cynically. If he hadn’t pinned me to the bed, I would have locked myself in the bathroom and taken care of myself. Though, Dean would have just broken the door down.
“You’re not capable, Layla.”
We’ll see about that.
I ran my fingers up his back as the tip of his cock slid into me. I shut my eyes and gasped. Dean penetrated me slowly, expanding my tight channel as he did. I squeezed him between my legs as he filled me up.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine,” I gasped.
Dean rolled his hips into me and I winced. It hurt when he moved in and out of me even as gently as he was trying to be. I panted loudly as Dean worked his member into me. I was between pleasure and pain, but the promise of delicious pleasure kept me going. I dug my nails into Dean’s back while his lips attended to my breasts. I hadn’t bothered to take my nighty dress off.
“Ouch,” the word came out without my permission.
As Dean’s thrusts came hard and fast the pain intensified, but the pleasure wasn’t far behind. Then he pulled out of me, leaving me feeling hollow.
“Why did you do that?” I gasped.
He opened the bedside drawer and slammed it shut. I couldn’t see what he was doing but he was focused on his crotch or his thigh. Then he slipped back into me and started a steady rock.
“Better?”
“Yeah…”
His lips closed down on me. I moaned as our lips formed a subtle dance. I wrapped my arms around him and moved my hips to meet him. I moaned as I neared my first orgasm. When it came Dean increased his speed and buried his lips on my neck.
“Ugh, Dean!” I screamed as I came again.
In the moment of heated passion, it didn’t cross my mind that this was an old castle and the others could hear me screaming my head off.
“I need you, Layla,” Dean said into my hair. “I’ve never needed anyone this much.”
“I…I… I need you too.”
“Promise me you won’t ever leave me.”
“I… I promise.” Obviously, I wouldn’t leave him.
Dean pulled out as my orgasm wrecked me and spilt his cum on my stomach. He pulled off the covers instantly. The morning sun seeped through the curtains. I could see his face more clearly now. For a second Dean stared at his cum on my skin. I felt branded. I hoped this wouldn’t result in another after sex glow. I intended on training today.
***
When I woke up I was a bit swore, but it was a good type of sore. Dean was dressed when he walked out of the bathroom.
“Are you leaving?” I asked, my voice horse.
He walked over to kiss my forehead. “Get some rest.”
“Promise you won’t do anything stupid?”
He laughed, “Only if you promise the same thing.”
“Then we might both be screwed.”
“I’ll see you later Little Wolf.” Then he walked out the door. A part of me was wrecked with worry. The Dare pack was still out there. There was nothing I could do. He was already out the door.
I couldn’t go back to sleep then. When I checked my brand-new phone the clock read twelve minutes past eight. I stayed in my room for a good few hours rearranging my things. It meant taking some of Dean’s space. When I was done I took a long shower and bounced down the stairs with damp curly hair to scour for food in the kitchen. Living in a castle of wolves meant not always finding leftovers.
So I ate what no one else wanted to eat which was high in fibre cereal no one liked.
“Cereal for dinner?” Killian raised his brow at me.
I jumped and bumped my bowl. “Killian you scared me. Shouldn’t you be with Dean and his wolves?”
“Someone has to stay at the castle and protect the Little Wolf, right?”
“I can take care of myself,” I mumbled.
“I’m sure, I heard you got your memories back. The lessons with the rogue must have helped, huh?”
I straightened my back and watched Killian move around the kitchen.
“Tell me do you remember everything?”
“Uh… I do.” Did Dean tell him I got my memories back? I didn’t remember him making an announcement and he had been pretty hushed about the other memories I regained.
“Everything?... even what cost you your memories in the first place?” He asked casually, too casually.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood as Killian opened a drawer. Metal clung together. I slowly turned my head and saw Killian pick up a knife.
“What are you doing?”