0107
Damien
clothes I had bought her.
Convincing Raven to come into the city with me took less time than I expected.
I was fully prepared to give her a long drawn out speech.
She still wasn't comfortable that Dottie was referring to me as Daddy but she understood the kid needed more than just the handful of "So a family day out?" She asks with a cocked grin
"I just need to get a few more things for Dottie. I thought you would make sure I don't miss anything."
"Is Dorothy coming with us?" She pulls a blue shirt over her head
"No, Neah said she will watch her. I think she is hoping it will prepare her for what's to come." I snort.
"You know it's still not safe."
"I will be with you the entire time."
"I'm not worried about that. I know you will keep me as safe as you can. Can you separate yourself from Dorothy? She's like your shadow when she's awake."
I knew what she wasn't saying. We hadn't had much of a chance to be alone together. If Dottie wasn't following me around when she was awake. I was spending the nights comforting her as night terrors did their rounds.
I step towards her, catching her lips with mine. She lets out a gasp at my unexpected movement.
"Is this what you've missed?" My hand cups her pussy, only the thin fabric of her panties stopping me from dipping into her arousal.
Her chest rises and falls against mine.
"You." she mutters, rolling her hips against my hand while keeping her dark eyes locked on mine
Her panties are soaked, a deep growl rumbles through my chest as I pull at the wet fabric, letting it fall to the floor.
The tips of my fingers graze over her wetness and she lets out a small moan, pushing herself further into my hand.
"Take off your shirt."
She keeps her dark eyes locked on mine as she lifts it up and over her head.
Before it's even completely off, I take a hardened nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the tip, enjoying her involuntary groans. She battles between the moans and unfastening the buttons of my shirt. Pausing when my fingers hit that sweet spot.
Her head slowly tips back, "Damien." she gasps as her juices coat my hand.
She bites on her bottom lip, the same way she always does when she is about to orgasm. Keeping it bottled up and then letting it rip through her entire being.
Pushing her back on the bed, there is a glimmer of shock and disappointment until I position myself between her thighs with the tip of my cock poised at her entrance.
She lifts her hips, trying to bring me closer. The folds of her pussy grazed the tip of my cock, making it jerk in response.
She takes me by surprise, flipping me over on the bed so that she is straddling my hips. A growl runs low inside of me as she hovers that sweet pussy above my cock, letting her juices drip onto it.
"You think you have control?" I mutter, gripping her hips, knowing my fingers were probably already bruising her soft skin.
She leans forward and plants a soft kiss on the corner of my lips. "I know I do."
I flip her, pushing her body into the bed and sinking myself into her. Her lips part a little and she lets out a groan at the expected invasion. Hooking her good leg around my hip she smiles. "See." I had played right into her hands and I fucking loved it.
Our hips rock together as my cock slides in and out of her wetness. She pushes her breasts up into me. I could feel our hearts beating together as one as she finds euphoria.
I slam into her over and over, watching her mouth part as my name rips from her tongue
My thumb is quick to find her swollen clit, circling as I continue to fuck her. I was far from done and so was she. She just didn't know it yet.
I pull her back on top. My cock still firmly buried in her. "Ride it."
"I don't know if I can." she mutters, looking at her injured leg.
Grabbing hold of her hips, I move her while occasionally thrusting into her. Her mouth parts as a new orgasm starts creeping in.
Supporting herself on my chest, she slides up and down. Groans creeping out everytime she dropped to the base of my cock.
"Oh Damien." she screws her eyes tightly shut, her head tipping back as her pussy grips my dick, milking me until my cum is dripping out of her.
She collapses on top of me. Her face on my chest as her heavy breathing meets my own. She glances up at me through her long eyelashes.
I already knew the question that was brimming on her lips. She wanted to stay here and forget the world, even if it was just for a little while.
The question doesn't even leave her lips, falling back down her throat because she already knew the answer. The small voice calling for me quickly taking away her desire to fuck me again.
"Is this how it's going to be? Forever interrupted by your kid." She smiles at me.
I wink at her. "She's your kid now too."
I was expecting a frown, but it didn't come. Instead she crawls off of me and tiptoes across to the bathroom. Her limp was almost gone, even if she did still feel the pain. She would forever have the divot in her leg from the missing muscle. Though my heart swelled with how well she had adapted.
"Dottie." I call out, thanking myself for locking the fucking door when she tries turning the handle. "Go find Neah or Dane. I will be down in a minute."
I hear her footsteps run down the hallway, she was most likely dragging that little teddy with her.
Heading to the bathroom, my mate is already in the shower. The hot water cascades down her beautiful body. Her nipples hard from the heat of the water. My cock throbs at the sight of her hand gliding down her wet body to her pussy.
She starts with small circles on her clit, her fingers dipping into the folds as she drops her head back under the falling water.
"I know you are watching me, Damien." My cock jerks at her sultry tone
She pulls the shower head down, pointing it directly onto her pussy. Another moan rips through her and I couldn't take it anymore.
As I pull open the shower door, she drops the shower head. Lifting her, her legs lock around my hips as I slam her into the tiles with a new hunger.
Her arms lock around my neck as her lips collide with mine, our tongues exploring each other's mouths as her pussy teases my cock once more. Grabbing her ass, I lift her even higher, practically folding her in half as I pull her knees over my shoulders and press her tighter against the tile. "Damien!" Her eyes are wide as I slide my cock into her. She thought it was deep before. But this position gave a whole new meaning to deep.
I thrust once and her mouth opens wide, a hollow gasp ripping through her.
My lips catch hers and quickly mould against mine.
Retracting my cock a little, I slam into her again, feeling her body tremble in my hold as she almost bites my lip. Her pussy is already clenching around me by the time I thrust into her again. Fuck she felt so good.
She felt the need to buck against me, but at this angle, that had been taken away from her. All she could do was dig her nails into me as wave after wave rips through her and she screams my name. My thrusts slow as the grip of her pussy pulls me over the edge once more.
She lowers her legs, but keeps them locked around my hips. Staring at me as her heart thunders in her chest.
She seemed surprised by how loud and hard I had made her come.
Raven's feet drop to the shower floor. I hold her steady as she wobbles a little. Her legs weak from how I had fucked her. Clearly she had never been fucked like that, not even when she was in heat with me.
She's speechless as I raise the shower head back up. I grab the shower gel, massaging it into her body as she leans back against my chest.
She still hadn't spoken by the time I washed her hair for her and I was beginning to wonder if I had broken her.
"Raven?"
"Yeah?" Her voice is more high pitched than usual and I fight the laugh that was bubbling in my throat. She was still riding high.
It's a good thirty minutes before she seems more herself. Her dark eyes flicker to mine and then down at the outfit she was wearing. A blue tee with matching blue jeans. I was surprised she even managed to dress herself as she seemed lost in her trance. "What did you do to me?"
"Gave you what you wanted." I smirk at her. "I think you were in some sort of mid heat because I had been away for so long." I mutter
"Right." She makes her way to the closet, pulling out a pair of combat boots and slowly laces them up
She stands up, staring at me with a smile, "No one has ever done that to me."
****
We are almost done in the city. Raven had spent so much of my money making sure Dottie was kitted out with everything she needed for what seemed like the next ten years of her life.
We are just loading everything in the car when she freezes. I know why, I caught his scent too.
When I look up, she is standing, staring past me, all colour drained from her skin, almost like she had seen a ghost.
Turning, I follow her gaze to Jenson. He isn't looking this way, not at first and is busy talking on a phone to someone. Seconds pass and his eyes lock on to us. I watch his lips move into the word 'shit!'
He quickly pockets the phone and turns on his heel.
"What is he doing?" Raven mutters as he runs away. "I thought he would be happy to see me at least."
"Whoever he was talking to is important." I mutter, slamming the car shut.
"Damien don't" Raven murmurs, grabbing my arm. "He doesn't want to see us."
"I just need to ask him what he did with Jess. For Neah." I add when she shakes her head at me.
She hesitates but lets go of me. Telling me she isn't coming with me and that she will wait in the car.
I keep my distance, following his scent through the streets until I see him with a woman. A Lycan woman. I knew I was right. I knew there were more. But why would Jenson go to another Lycan after what happened to Jess?
Jenson looks panicked, his hands flailing about as she just stands there, her back to me so I couldn't see who she was. Her arms are folded. Her dark hair hangs just slightly lower than her shoulders. Her feet are jammed into some stripper shoes and one is slowly tapping the concrete ground.
Her hand reaches out, grabbing his chin and she pulls his face to hers. Really Jenson? You've just lost your mate and you are already fucking another Lycan.
She lets go of him and he walks around a Porsche, slipping into the passenger side. As the female Lycan turns, I get a good look at her, moments before she gets in the driver's seat.
She looked like Neah. Same dark hair, same facial features. Except the eyes. While Neah's are a brilliant blue, these woman's are brown. But that is the only difference between them.
The car rips past me as I flatten myself to the wall. As soon as it's out of sight, I run back to Raven and jump in the driver's seat.
"We have to go!"
"What did you see?" She looks panicked
"Raven, I..." My foot hits the pedal and the car jumps into motion as I speed out of the city and back to home.
"Damien, you are scaring me!" Her hands are gripped around the edges of her seat as the car tears down the road.
"Jenson was with another woman."
"Seriously?" she snaps in irritation.
"A Lycan woman."