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Raven
"You don't get to fucking tell me how I should feel." I jab a crutch in Damien's direction.
"Raven, I don't do that anymore. I haven't done it for a long time."
"And what if a deer isn't good enough for you? What if whatever we hunt on a pack run isn't good enough? Will you disappear into the city to get a human fix? Will you lure a human to their death because I have not got the patience or the desire to deal with that."
"I have a brother who right now might be losing the plot over his dead mate. I have a pregnant friend who is probably receiving some of the worst news she has heard in a while. And an ex mate that is loose in the pack and could be coming after me to fuck up my other leg. So stop telling me how I should feel!"
My shoulders rise and fall with my heaving breathing. My heart hammers in my chest as he stares at me. It was all too much. The drips of information. The secrets. Is this what it would always be like?
""Raven...."
"Stop, just, stop." I stamp one of the crutches on the ground to prove my point, almost losing my balance in the process.
'I'm mad too!' Midnight snaps
Damien narrows his eyes at me.
I drop my shoulders and shake my head. "There is nothing you can say to me right now, Damien. I...I just can't right now."
I turn, ready to hobble to the kitchen. He grabs me, pulling me back around to face him as the crutches fall to the floor. "You don't get to walk away. If we are going to argue, we are going to find a solution before either of us walk away."
"You don't get to decide that." My hands push against his chest but he holds me tight, refusing to let go.
His dark eyes roam my face, yet his grip never changes. It seemed like forever before he spoke again. "Go on then, walk away."
I couldn't. I couldn't move or maybe I didn't want to.
"Not so easy, is it?" He whispers in my ear.
"Promise me. Promise me you will never lure a human to their death. Promise me that you will never feed on one again."
"You didn't need to ask. But you have my word." He gently presses his lips to the corner of mine.
Closing my eyes, I bask in his scent, letting my thoughts and questions of his past fade from my mind.
Losing myself in the moment as his kiss deepens.
His hands slide up the back of my tee, his rough fingertips grazing my skin as he pulls me impossibly closer.
He breaks away, but keeps his face inches from mine.
"There is only one thing I'm hungry for, Raven."
My name roles from his tongue in such a way it sends shivers down my spine.
His lips press against my neck, slowly working their way up to my ear lobe. Sending little sparks through me with every kiss. When his teeth graze my ear, an involuntary gasp escapes my throat.
It had been such a long time since I had felt anything and Damien made me feel everything with just the slightest touch.
I could be angry with him, but that just didn't faze him in the slightest.
"I need you to be safe, Raven." He murmurs in between kisses. "I need to know where you are at all times." His teeth graze my skin as he moves back towards my collarbone. "You want to claim me?" I whisper back.
"I want you to be mine now and forever."
His teeth sink into my flesh. A primalness takes over him and from his grip, I knew there would be bruises forming along my torso.
A hand leaves my back, locking into my dark hair as he pulls my head back further, allowing his teeth to sink even deeper.
I wince at the pain, though it quickly subsides and is replaced with a longing. A longing for something more. It even takes over the pain that radiates through my leg.
"You want more?" He muses as he retracts his teeth from my neck and cups my lycra covered pussy.
I knew he could feel how wet I was. Gym shorts hardly disguised anything.
A quick flick of his finger had my legs buckling. If I hadn't been wearing shorts or a thong, his finger would have slid right into me.
"My room is upstairs and...."
"I know." He nibbles on my ear lobe again and lifts me off the ground with one arm, draping me over his shoulder while bending to grab my crutches. Damien quickly scales the stairs, taking two at a time. His hand wrapped around my ass as the tips of his fingers remain against my throbbing pussy.
"Finally alone." He mutters, lowering me to my feet. His hand quickly returns to the back of my head. Knotting up in my hair as he slams his lips against mine. A low growl rumbles from his throat.
Letting go of my hair, he pulls my tee up and over my head, tossing it to one side. He spends a moment with his eyes roaming over my black lace bra and to the ropey scar that runs along my right shoulder and down towards my right breast. "What happened?" He asks in a low voice.
"It was a long time ago. I don't really remember."
He traces a finger along it. "You have Alpha blood, you can heal quickly."
"It was before I had Midnight. I landed on glass, I think. I'm not really sure. I was five, maybe six."
He doesn't respond, instead his lips leave little sparks of electricity along the scar as he makes his way towards my breasts.
His fingers graze my nipples through the black lace of my bra.
His touch has them hardening in seconds and Damien leans down to suck each one through the fabric.
The heat from his tongue has them hardening until they are painful.
As a moan escapes my lips, he pulls the fabric away, taking a bare nipple into his mouth and rolls it between his teeth.
I was desperate for his fingers to slip inside my shorts, to slide between my folds, but he keeps them away, teasing every urgency from me as the dampness between my thighs grows.
He stops to pull off his own black tee, muscle upon muscle with perfect definition.
The tribal tattoos travelled further than his neck too.
Running down over his shoulders and chest and disappearing under the waistband of his jeans.
Pressing himself back against me, I feel his hardened length, swelling in his jeans and pushing up against my thigh.
His hand finally slips inside my shorts, but he keeps it on the outside of my thong, circling two fingers right above my entrance. "Damien." I whisper, throwing my head back with frustration. I wanted his fingers inside of me. I wanted him to make me orgasm.
He slows his fingers down "There's no rush." He nips at my jaw sending more electricity through me.
A long low moan falls from my lips as I roll my hips against his hand. His hand stills, but firmly cups me and I wish that I wasn't wearing any underwear.
His lips move back to the fresh mark on my neck, his teeth once again scraping over my skin. As another moan rips through me, he pulls the thong to one side and forces a finger in. Then a second and a third.
Damien holds me tight as my body bucks against him. Wave after wave of delight taking over.
As my hips slow to a gentle rock, he pulls my gym shorts from me and quickly removes the thong too.
Lifting me, he carries me to the ottoman at the end of my bed. Sitting on it, he pulls me on his lap, facing away from him.
Spreading his legs wide, he carefully lifts each one of mine over his until I'm spread for all to see.
We are opposite the full length mirror, where I could see my own juices leaking from my pussy.
His hand slides over me, a finger running the length of my folds before dipping inside. He lets out his own growl as my juices run down over his hand and his thumb begins circling my clit
"So fucking wet." He mutters in my ear before nipping at my lobe
My head rolls back over his shoulder.
"Watch." He mutters forcing my head up.
Glancing at the mirror. His fingers are knuckle deep inside of me. His free hand finds my nipples, squeezing roughly as he plunges his fingers into me over and over all while keeping his thumb firmly on my clit.
I couldn't keep my head from rolling back. My back arches away from his chest as my pussy clamps around his fingers. He stills, letting me ride out the biggest orgasm I had ever had until I fall back against him, completely spent. "Oh I'm just getting started, mate."