Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession
Chapter 133: Willing

Chapter 133: Willing

~Back to the present~

The waterfall’s soothing sound blended with the wind rustling softly through the trees. For a long moment, Williams remained still, his eyes locked on hers, his hand reaching for hers and holding them gently. The memory had faded, but the warmth of it still clung to his skin like sunlight after a summer rain.

And here she was, her eyes searching his, her long braids swaying as she shook her head slightly.

"What prompted you to pick that evening? It’s almost as if you knew something would happen the next day," Williams asked her, needing some form of explanation as that thought had refused to leave his mind.

Dera let out a soft laugh. "I’ve always asked myself that question, but I can’t seem to find an answer. Maybe my spirit knew something would happen and it prompted me to act."

"I’m glad you listened," Williams said, satisfaction dripping from his tone.

Dera glanced at the water below, then back at him, raising a brow. "You brought me all the way out here just to remember the first time?"

Williams’s lips curled into a slow, wolfish smile, the kind that always made her chest tighten and her knees feel like they were standing on borrowed strength. "Not just to remember," he murmured, voice low and thick like velvet dragged over gravel. "To relive it, to reclaim you, to recall and burn into my memory every feel, every curve that was once surrendered to me on the altar of love and passion"

Before she could respond, he stepped back, peeled off his shirt in one smooth motion, and tossed it aside. The muscles in his chest rippled beneath his skin, each movement deliberate, each second a tease. She narrowed her eyes at him, arms crossing beneath her chest.

"Williams," she warned, though the smile on her lips betrayed her, "you know I didn’t come prepared to swim. My hair—"

"Your hair is perfect," he interrupted, stepping out of his boots and unbuttoning his pants without ever breaking eye contact. "Every single braid."

She tried to suppress the heat that flared in her cheeks but failed miserably.

"It’s going to get wet," she muttered, suddenly aware of how quickly her heart was beating.

He was fully undressed now, standing in his undershorts like a carved statue of temptation, the setting sun casting golden shadows across the sharp angles of his shoulders, the solid lines of his torso.

"Then I’ll stay up all night," he said, his voice soft and mischievous as he stepped toward her. "I’ll help you dry every single strand."

Before she could offer a single protest, Williams held her by the waist, and dove into the water with her.

Dera gasped, realizing what he had just done. But it was too late. In no time they were under water.

When she resurfaced, sputtering, braids dripping and eyes wide, she smacked his shoulder. "You are unbelievable!" she said, glaring at him as his head broke the surface.

He shook the water from his dark hair and looked up at her, grinning like a man who’d just claimed victory. "Yes I am. Come here."

"No," she said, laughing despite herself and swimming a little farther away from him. "You didn’t even let me take off my clothes."

"Dera," Williams called, eyes dark and voice serious now, "if you don’t come to me, I’m going to come get you."

And the way he said it, like a challenge, like a promise, sent a pulse through her core that made her breath catch.

She opened her mouth to argue, but it was too late.

With one quick motion, Williams swam towards her, reached up, gripped her waist, and pulled her against him.

She tried to pull away, but he didn’t flinch. Instead, he wrapped an arm around her waist beneath the surface and pulled her against him, so close she could feel the press of every hard inch of him, the heat of his body even through the chill of the water.

"I told you I didn’t mind staying up all night," he murmured, brushing a soaked braid behind her ear. "Especially if it means I get to watch you like this. Drenched and glowing."

Then he leaned in and captured her lips.

The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was urgent, claiming. His mouth moved against hers like he couldn’t wait another second, like his entire body had been aching for this. And maybe it had. Her hands slid up his back, fingers gripping his shoulders as her body melted into his.

The water lapped around them, cool and smooth, but it couldn’t cool the heat pulsing between their bodies. His hands explored her back, her hips, every curve he already knew by heart but still worshipped like he was discovering her for the first time. His thumbs brushed beneath the hem of her shirt, slipping under the fabric, finding bare skin. He groaned against her mouth.

"Take it off," she whispered, lips brushing his.

He didn’t hesitate. She lifted her arms, and he peeled the soaked fabric from her, tossing it to the edge of the rocks without care. His eyes flickered over her, drinking in the sight of her caramel skin glistening under the moonlight, her curves made more decadent by the way the water clung to her like silk.

"Dera," he breathed, like a prayer he hadn’t dared utter aloud until now. "You’re dangerous."

She smiled against his throat, her lips brushing just below his ear. "You like danger."

"I crave it," he confessed, his voice rough as his hands trailed lower, slipping beneath the water again, finding the small of her back, pulling her tighter into him.

Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, and he held her with ease, pressing her back against a slick, moss-covered stone behind the falls. The rush of water cascaded just beside them, loud and endless, hiding their moans and ragged breathing from the rest of the world.

Their mouths met again, frantic, fevered. Every kiss deepened, every touch sent sparks through her blood. Williams’s fingers explored beneath the waistband of her soaked shorts, and she gasped when he slipped past the fabric, his thumb brushing her slowly, deliberately.

"You’re already shaking," he whispered, forehead pressed to hers.

"You make it hard to think," she whispered back.

"Good," he growled, and kissed her again, drowning the rest of her protest in heat.

Her hips rocked against him, desperate and aching. He moved with her rhythm, stroking, pressing, pulling breathy whimpers from her lips that only made him harder against her.

Then he stopped, just for a second. Long enough to rid her of the last barriers between them.

And in the cool embrace of the water, he lowered her onto him, his hand at the base of her spine guiding her slow descent. They both gasped as he filled her, every inch stretching her, grounding her in him.

They moved together, agonizingly slow at first, savoring every thrust, every roll of hips, every soft cry. Her nails dug into his back, and his name spilled from her lips like a broken mantra.

"Look at me," he said, voice rough and aching.

She opened her eyes, met his gaze.

His pupils were blown wide, his jaw clenched, but his eyes were full of nothing but love and raw possession.

"You’re mine," he said. "You’ve always been mine."

She nodded, tears stinging her eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of what they shared, how perfectly they fit even after all these years.

"I’m yours," she whispered back. "Only yours."

Their movements grew faster, more frantic. Water splashed around them, waves crashing softly against the rocks as their bodies collided, over and over, like they were trying to burn away every moment of time that had kept them apart. And when release came, it came like a storm, hard, blinding, and all-consuming. She clenched around him, her head thrown back, a cry torn from her throat as pleasure shattered her in waves.

Williams followed moments after, holding her so tightly it was like he thought she’d disappear. He buried his face against her neck as he groaned her name, riding the aftershocks until every part of him trembled.

They stayed there like that, entangled, the water wrapping around them like a second skin.

When the tremors faded, he pressed soft kisses to her shoulder, her neck, her collarbone. Her fingers traced lazy circles on his back, her chest still rising and falling quickly against his.

"You really going to stay up all night to dry my hair?" she murmured, voice laced with sleepy satisfaction.

Williams chuckled against her skin. "Every braid," he promised. "Twice, if I have to."

She smiled, eyes drifting shut as he carried her gently toward the shallow rocks, holding her like the most precious thing he’d ever touched.

And she held onto him, dropping the last bricks constituting the large wall she had built around her heart. This was Williams, the man she had dreamed of for nights without end. She was willing to give them another try.