Chapter Twenty-One

And you caused it

And you caused it

And you caused it

It's 12:42 P.M. and we are finally alone.

Derek and I helped Stiles into the car, then Lilly took off to make sure her future-husband received his much needed bedrest. And to sleep off the potential overdose she gave him this morning.

Now, we are lying in bed. I'm not sure how we ended up here, or why, but we are. Both of us are on our sides staring at one another.

He is nervous. I can smell it coming off of him in hot waves, it makes my nose twitch and stomach queasy.

"We are alone now," I point out after twenty minutes of silence.

He bites his lip, buck teeth taking the bottom lip into his mouth. I scratch at the back of his head to provide him some comfort, and he temporarily closes his eyes at the feeling.

"I love you."

My eyes are wide, blinking at him in shock.

We stare at each other awkwardly for a few moments.

I push myself up so I'm hovering over him. He is breathing heavily, he's anxious for my response to his declaration.

"Why didn't you kiss me?" I finally ask the question that had been eating me alive since his drunken night at the club.

Derek maneuvers around me so he's reaching underneath the bed. My brows are raised in confusion as he digs around until he finds whatever he's looking for. Then he situates himself so that he's underneath me, my upper body leaning over his chest as I have one hand on either side of his waist, but lower half is sprawled across the the bed.

His hand is clutched tightly. He hasn't said anything so I'm just blankly staring at him. Running a hand down his face, he sighs, "I wanted to give you this… I didn't think a kiss would justify how much you mean to me."

Opening his hand is a rose gold ring. There is a small delicate pearl in the center and two identical diamonds on either side to hold it in place. It's simple, and it's beautiful.

"It was my grandmother's. My mom had it in our family vault, I was digging around a few years ago and found it."

I pluck the ring from his grasp to inspect it closer. I eye him skeptically as he watches me. I know he can hear my heartbeat going thousands of beats per second. "I'm not sure what you're trying to tell me…"

"I want you as my mate," he says.

"Oh."

He's sad at my response, I smell it. But I'm too focused on sliding the ring on my finger. Too happy that I'm not even paying attention to the look off defeat on his face. Because the man I'm in love with wants me (ME) as his mate.

Then I lean forward and kiss him, wrap my arms around his neck and let my mouth work against his. He is quick to respond, his large hands grabbing at my waist to haul me closer. I am flush against him, and I am so happy.

He must smell it, it probably smells like whatever the hell rainbows, butterflies, and clouds smell like, because that's how I feel at he moment; like a beautiful butterfly flying past rainbows into the cloudy sky. His mouth is now a smile on my lips, and I'm laughing softly against his.

"I've loved you for so long it hurts," I tell him, but I'm not sad when I say it. His brows pinch, and I kiss them.

"I think I've always loved you, too. We were just so young…"

I kiss the words off his lips.

Everything is slow. The way our lips move together, his buck teeth clashing against mine and the way he pulls my bottom lip slowly with his. He maneuvers me to rest between his legs. His tongue slides into my mouth and his hand is pressing on my ass so that when he rolls his hips we grind together.

I break the kiss momentarily to slide off my shirt. He doesn't hesitate to reach up and palm at my exposed breasts. Leaning forward, he replaces one hand with his lips. Sucking gently at the nipple, it immediately becoming hard as his hot breath leaves it to the colder temperature of the room.

Reaching down, I slip my hand underneath his shirt. His taught muscles ripple as I draw the fabric up and over his head, discarding it somewhere on the floor. My blunt human nails scratch down his chest, over his nipples, and down to the hem of his sweats. He raises a thick brow as I tug with smirk. Lifting his hips, I draw the sweats entirely off his body leaving him nude before me.

The man is gorgeous. His muscular olive toned chest that's slightly damp with sweat from the adrenaline, the sensual hair on his chest that trails down to the dark hair surrounding his manhood. He's hard, uncut and there's precum dripping out of the tip. I know he smells my arousal by the way his nostrils flare and he groans when the scent hits him.

Derek unbuttons my shorts and somehow gets me out of them with me on his lap. He takes off my socks and then begins to kiss me once more. Both of us are panting, our skin slicked with sweat and pressing against each other. My hand is tangled in his raven locks, and he's working on trying to pull my hair out of the bun, but he's really only knotting me hair worse.

I pull back to help him, and while I'm trying to do this he starts to mouth at my neck. I'm moaning, and I can feel his hard cock brushing against my thigh as he grinds against me.

He flips me over, my hair half out of the bun, but I give up because he's giving me this huge smile that crinkles at the edges. I bare my neck, and the seriousness in the air almost sucks out any playfulness we have. There is no turning back once the bond has been created.

I know this. I want this.

My right hand reaches up to brush across his stubble. He kisses my palm. Then he kisses my lips. He keeps eye contact with me until he dips down to my neck, and my eyes flutter shut. Derek's breath is hot, I can feel his canines brushing along the sensitive skin. Finally, he let's out a low growl in the pit of his stomach and bites down enough to draw blood. A whine leaves me as my toes curl and I arch up into his touch as he places feather kisses down my shoulder.

I know my canines are out, and he pulls back to angle his neck for me. I take far less time in wrapping my lips around his neck and biting, marking him as mine. My mate.

Everything escalates quickly after that. Derek is positioning his heavy cock at my entrance, already moist with want. He pushes gently, because he is well endowed and hell, even if I can heal it's always nice for the stretch to come slowly.

And it does, he's opening me, moaning into my neck until his sac is pressed firmly against my ass. Then he slowly draws out, and slams back in.

I'm clawing at his back, I know there is blood because I feel it sliding on the balls of my finger tips, but it's okay because Derek's nails are puncturing my waist as he slams into me. I lift my legs to wrap around his hips, and he's deeper inside.

He tilts his head to suckle on my breasts again, taking the tip into his mouth and sucking it out so that they are perked and pink.

Then he's roaring, half-wolfed out with glowing eyes as his cock spasms inside of me. He continues to pump, filing my insides with his semen. He thrusts until he's spent and growing soft, but it only causes him to dip his head between my thighs. His tongue is lapping at my clit with three fingers sliding inside of me, an oddly pleasing sound as his fingers push his cum around.

I'm screaming his name, nails digging into the sheets as my toes curl and I swear I hear someone singing to the high heavens that Derek Hale's mouth is a fucking god.

Both of us are panting. He slides down alongside me, tugs me against him so that we are spooned together.

I'm breathless as I say, "So… this is what love feels like."

He kisses my cheek and I'm able to feel his smile grow along the skin as he whispers, "Yeah."

DONE

I'M SO SAD IT'S FINISHED, but so happy at the same time. There will be one shots! No promises when they will be posted. ALSO. I have officially started a new Derek/OC story. The first chapter is posted! It's called SEDATED! Hope you guys check it out and enjoy it like you enjoyed this one :)

Mmegladon1616: It's alright to be a pervert! I AM TOALLY A PERVERT :D

Guest: I hope this chapter gave you the feels too! Derek i a romantic at heart *swoons* and he does mention he thinks she's always been the one (even if Leora doesn't let him finish talking).

Lynn: I hope that was enough smutt! it wasn't super hardcore rough smut, but I liked the romantic vibe for it. Because I think Leora and Derek deserve something real and loving! GREAT QUESTION ABOUT MATES for my story! It doesn't go into complete detail, but I perceive it as you can decide your mate, but once the mating process has happened that's it for them. So you'd be able to date whoever, until you mate with someone.

DN-1991: SO! In the first chapter of the new story I am writing I wrote that you inspired me to create said story! It's a little darker than a lot of sister fics out there, but sometimes you need something a little different. Hope you check it out!

JennyDAllred: I teared up writing the dad part! i'm glad you had the feels!

SPN4L1F3: I hope you enjoyed it! Thank you so much for reviewing and getting so far into the story! :D

xXbriannaXx: I KNOW! That's one thing I wanted from this story: Leora's character development from beginning to end. How she felt so useless and now she feels like she has a place for the first time in forever, that she can see past her father's comments and view it as him being a dad and not actually trying to do it to make her feel bad! lol, I was laughing so hard about your unicorns and rainbow comment because i had already written the part of the story where she thinks about rainbows butterflies and the clouds! lol

raindaywritings: THANK YOU THANK YOU! I hope you functioned at work the next day! I do that all the time when I read great stories, they keep me up all night!

Guest: I can always write a one shot about Cora and Stefan! But I've never intended to make one :D

Liam1094: I think Derek always knew he felt something special for Leora, but never knew it as being a mate. He was really young and she was even younger, so at 16 I don't think Derek felt exceptionally attracted to Leora in a way that screamed 'mate' and unfortunately they weren't given the chance for that to grow until recently because of the fire! but i think if the opportunity had been there Derek would've recognized her as his mate sooner rather than later.