Imprinted

Emma was just a normal, average 16 year old girl bullied by her schoolmates. Something she wished would just stop, but has no courage to stop it. Derek is a jock, the star basketball player of Brentwood High School. Derek knows what he'll soon become, but just doesn't know when. Werewolves have been in his family for generations, and he knows he won't be able to stop it. He knows about imprinting, and knows he's just not ready for it. When he comes back to realization, he imprints on someone faster than he'd predicted. Emma.

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44. Chapter 44

I woke earlier than usual and looked over at my clock. It was already 6:10. Crap. I awoke later than I'd planned. Early morning sunlight streamed in through my curtains. I yawned happily. I wasn't ready to get up and get ready for school yet. I was in a comfy cocoon of warmth, almost too comfy. I inhaled deeply. My pillow smelled so good. Wait, since when did it smell like Old Spice..? I moved my fingers down and explored what was beneath me. Last time I checked, my pillow didn't have a rib cage. I glanced down and saw Derek wrapped around me. I smile appeared on my face. I guess he had fell asleep and never left last night. I used my fingers to push back his messy hair from his face. He stirred, but did not wake. "Emma," he whispered. Was he dreaming of me or did he sense me? Hmm.. I pulled the covers off of me and decided to wake him the best way I could. I crawl on top of him and lean down to kiss him softly. He stirs again, but still doesn't wake. A hard sleeper, eh? This time I kiss him again, but with more fervor than the last. This kiss was demanding and wanting. Finally, he awakes from his slumber and breaks the kiss. "Woah, Emma." I giggle. "We need to get ready for school." He checks the clock on my bedside table. "Yeah, we do." I tug his hand so he'll get up but he doesn't move. "Wait, I'm not fully awake yet. I think you should kiss me some more." His eyebrow raises and I oblige. Leaning down once more, I kiss him tenderly and without any kind of warning, he grabs my waist and flips so he's on top. "I think we'll just turn tables for a little bit," he says, before his lips capture mine again. I would never be able to get enough of him. 

 

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