Chapter 36 Faye #2
How did he get here so fast?
“You should have let me fall,” I mutter, not breaking eye contact. “You’ve saved me too many times already.”
“No, Faye.” He doesn’t let me go. “I think you’re the one who will save me.”
Before I can formulate a response, his lips meet mine with a ferocity that steals my breath.
There’s promise, desperation, sadness, and lust all wrapped up in one searing kiss, and it’s everything I’ve been waiting for.
Lost in the feel of his lips, the taste on his tongue, the way he smells … the world fades to nothingness.
I hear the distant cat calls and snickers to, “Get a room,” but none of that matters.
A switch has flipped in Damon, and kissing him feels so right, like everything has finally fallen into place.
Eventually, he pulls back, leaving me dazed and my lips tingling.
“I’m not saying I’ll be a perfect alpha. I won’t get it right every time,” he says gruffly. “But I’m done fighting it, okay? You make me weak.”
“Weak?” I smile. “That’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done.”
“If you don’t feel like going home yet, maybe I can take you somewhere to finish the night?” He cradles my cheek with his palm, warmth radiating through me from his surprising tenderness. “Somewhere I like to go to think and be alone.”
Gazing up at his handsome face, the stars provide a perfect backdrop for him. “I’d like that.”
As we ride off campus and into the mountains, I mentally pinch myself. It’s so beautiful it almost feels like a dream.
The thick smell of pine surrounds us as we snake up quiet roads.
We speed along a hidden dirt track nestled between trees, which is lit only by the stars and Damon’s headlight.
When it opens up into a clearing, Damon comes to a stop.
A sparkling lake stretches in front of us with its own mini beach, a small waterfall trickling down the mountainside into it.
“Few people know about this place,” he says as he helps me off the bike. “I like to come here to get away from campus.”
“It’s gorgeous.”
Damon seems to be more relaxed here. He takes my hand and leads me down to the beach. I pause to slip off my shoes, desperate to feel the earth beneath my feet. In Clover Hollow, walking barefoot is something I did daily.
“I’ve missed this.” I sigh, wiggling my toes. “Back home, I used to walk barefoot through the meadows and woods while gathering flowers and herbs. It sounds stupid, but it almost made me feel in tune with the earth, you know?”
I feel like a child as I climb over some rocks before hitting the soft sand. Damon watches my every stop cautiously, poised to jump if I take another tumble.
“Did you grow up around nature?” I ask as we sit down on a fallen tree.
“No.” He laughs drily. “I lived in a tiny apartment above a busy street in the city, about as far away from nature as you can get. But I prefer the quiet and stillness.”
We sit without speaking for a bit, embracing the peace. Unprompted, he takes off his jacket and wraps it around my shoulders. It’s a pleasant night so I’m not cold, but I won’t say no to being shrouded in his scent.
“Thank you,” I say breathily.
“It’s only a jacket.”
“Not just for the jacket,” I correct him. “For letting me in.”
A sizzle of electricity surges between us. My scent blockers are wearing off, so it’s very obvious the moment I perfume. One look from him is enough to soak my panties entirely.
“Faye.” His voice is a low grumble. “I know I said we’d try, but there are limits to what I can do.” His hands tremble slightly. “I can’t lose control with you.”
“You won’t.” I grab a fistful of his shirt and pull him close. I don’t know what comes over me, but every fiber of my being wants to climb him like a freaking tree.
He hesitates as our heads move closer together. I whine as our lips brush, slow and tentative, craving more of him. When he groans in response, I climb onto his lap, wrapping my legs around him before he can change his mind.
Our kiss turns into a yearning battle. I rake my hands through his hair while he makes circles with the tips of his fingers on my lower back.
Suddenly, he pulls back. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I put a hand on his cheek, stroking his sharp cheekbone. “I know you won’t.”
“But what if—”
I silence him with a kiss, grinding into his stiff erection. I pause for air and whisper, “I’m not afraid of you.”
His giant hands trails down, sliding under my dress then up to cup my ass. His fingers are covered in calluses that only add to the sensation against my delicate skin, but it’s not enough.
Like a sex-crazed maniac, I graze my hand over the bulge in his pants.
“Faye,” he warns, pushing my hand away. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“Please.” I paw at his belt and let out a whine. “I need you, alpha.”
I must tap into his feral side because he growls, his rough hands coasting under my ass then over my wet panties.
“So much slick.” My toes curl as he plants kisses along my neck. “You don’t know how hard it’s been… Smelling you… Hearing you… Being so close to you during heat and not being able to touch you when it’s all I fucking wanted.”
“It’s all for you,” I moan, gripping his muscular back. “Please.”
He pulls his jacket off my shoulders then throws it onto the sand to use as a blanket. It’s so large that it’ll easily cover half my body. “Lie down.”
I scramble down onto it, need coursing through me as Damon drops to his knees.
I slip off my panties, feeling a new sense of bravery, knowing that I’m what he needs. He looks at me like a breakable object, so I need to show him I’m not as fragile as he thinks. That I can handle him. I inhale deeply then spread my legs wide for him.
“You’re everything.” He drags the tips of his fingers up my legs, eyes homed in on where they meet. “Everything I’ve been trying to run from. Everything that can make me lose control.”
“Don’t run, alpha,” I plead. “I’m not afraid.”
He crawls forward to kiss me. Tongues exploring, I tug at the bottom of his shirt before he pulls it over his head. I trail my fingers over the slightly raised scars covering his back, hidden behind his ink.
“Off.” He pulls at my dress. “Now.”
I slip it over my head, leaving me completely naked. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so my hard nipples beg for his attention.
His hand slides down my chest, between my breasts, over my stomach, then down between my legs to meet my heat.
“Mine.” He slips two fingers inside me, slathering them with slick. “All fucking mine.”
I gasp with every thrust of his fingers as he pushes them so deep that his fist graze my skin. My teeth ache, overcome by desire.
“More,” I demand, pushing my hips into him as he kneads my breast with his free hand. “I need more.”
I don’t care that we’re exposed, out in the middle of the mountains. Nothing is more important to me right now than me and my alpha. An alpha who has resisted our connection and convinced himself that he’s broken.
“I need your cock,” I plead as the flat of his rough palm rubs against my clit, driving me crazy. “Please, alpha.”
I wrap my arms around his neck as his fingers withdraw, but he pushes me down.
He sweeps his hair out of his eyes, grunting with gritted teeth like he’s close to exploding with yearning.
I want to make Damon unravel, to see who he really is, get a glimpse of what lies beneath that ripped, tattooed exterior.
Raw. Unrestrained. The real Damon. That’s what I need.
“I’m not sure if I can,” he manages between heavy breaths. “Not when I’m like this. I can’t control—”
“I don’t want you to control yourself!” I pull him on top of me then slide my hands into his pants to stroke his cock. I’m not used to talking dirty, but I’ve read enough books to know what to say. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget my own name. Can you do that for me, alpha?”
His cock twitches in my fist, a bead of pre-cum on its tip.
“Fuck me, Damon,” I order.
“You still want me? Even when I’m like this? What if I lose myself to rut?”
“Yes, I want you.” I roughly yank down his pants, grabbing his cock and guiding it to my entrance. He slips between my folds, getting covered in slick. “All of you.”
“Fuck.” He throws his head back, entering me in one hard thrust. My nails claw his back as he fucks me into the sand with rough, deep strokes. Panting for breath and his muscles rippling, his pace quickens, and he grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head as his alpha takes over.
I surrender completely, savoring every slam of his hips and the feral look in his eyes as I let him use me.
“Fuck, this tight cunt belongs to me,” he grunts.
“Yes,” I moan. My tits bounce like crazy as he fucks me like he’s trying to get lost inside me. “Knot me, Damon.”
He roars as he locks into place. His knot inflates and pulses in quick bursts, bringing me straight to climax.
I come hard, a gush of slick coating us.
While we’re locked, he ruts into me more, intensifying my pleasure.
My brain almost separates from my body as he drives into me, totally consumed by this inferno of an orgasm when I do the unthinkable…
I sink my teeth into his neck.
I can’t stop myself. The urge to bite him is too strong. As soon as I break the skin, Damon’s grip tightens on my wrists, and he comes with a guttural roar. It’s a sound I haven’t heard out of a human mouth before. It’s more animalistic, pure pleasure.
His knot pulses so violently that it rocks me to the core. I tremble and moan, crying out his name as orgasm after orgasm crashes over me, each one merging with the last. My toes curl, every nerve ending in my body alight. The sheer pleasure is almost too much to bear.
Damon bares his teeth then pauses, waiting for permission.
“Bite me.” I arch my neck. “Please.”
And he does. The moment his canines sink into me, my entire body implodes. I feel him. I am him. We’re together. One. His emotions slam into me like a truck—pain, worry, bliss … home.
Holy shit.