Chapter 36 Faye #3
His body shudders. Being knotted during heat was all-consuming, but this sensation is completely different.
It’s like the best orgasm I’ve ever had, but it goes deeper.
It completely shatters me. His scent seems to mingle with my own, becoming a part of me.
An overwhelming surge of affection, security, and safety rush over me.
The ecstasy doesn’t stop as he continues plowing through the sea of emotions we now swim in together. He’s turned me into a trembling mess, my back arches and whole body bucking from exertion. My slick puddles beneath me until we’re left spent and gasping, knotted together.
“We bonded,” I whisper, stunned. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t ask before I—”
All along, he’d worried about losing control, but in the moment, it was me. I bit him without permission.
“You have nothing to apologize for.” He props himself up on his elbows, gazing down at me. A feeling of completeness washes over me, like I’ve found a part of myself I didn’t know was missing but now could never live without. “That was the best moment of my life.”
“We’re tied together forever.” Anxiety tries to break past my euphoria as the gravity of the situation sinks in. “What if you regret it?”
“Regret it?” He strokes the fresh bite mark on my neck, making my pussy squeeze his knot even tighter. “You’re my omega, Faye. My scent match. We were inevitable.”
“I lost control,” I murmur, eying the bright red mark on his neck. Unable to hold it back, my mind spirals with worry. “Is that how you wanted it to be? You didn’t want to have a ceremony or—”
“Hey!” He licks my bond mark. “It was everything. You saw me, the real me, and chose me. Since the moment we met, I knew you were going to be mine. Not claiming you and letting you walk away was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.”
“Really?” I’m stunned that he felt that way, considering he acted like the grumpiest ass ever. “I thought you hated me.”
I’ve never seen him look sheepish, and it’s freaking adorable. “Expressing my feelings isn’t exactly my strong point.”
“Well, that can be our little secret.”
We’re a tangled mess of limbs, still locked together. As our breathing synchronizes, I become aware of a new, weird sensation. I sense Damon’s presence, like he’s flowing through my veins.
“I can feel you,” he murmurs in awe, nuzzling into my neck. “It feels…”
“Weird?”
He chuckles. “I was going to say right.”
Somehow, he already seems different. The storm cloud that usually follows him everywhere is still there, but there’s some sun peeking through the darkness.
He pushes hair off my face. “As much as I want to stay knotted in you forever, I can’t let you get cold, omega. The temperature’s dropping.”
Reluctantly, he slides out of me as soon his knot deflates. He’s still hard as a rock, so it’s difficult not to reach out and beg for him to claim me again. However, without his body heat, I notice that he’s right. It has gotten cold.
He tenderly helps me to my feet and back into my dress, fumbling with the zipper and swearing under his breath. I stop myself from telling him I can dress myself because I sense his deep desire to take care of me, and I want to let him.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks as we get to the bike.
“Okay? I’m amazing,” I say, although I’m a little unsteady. Multiple orgasms can definitely affect your balance. I cringe, looking down at the pool of slick where we were lying. “Although I may have ruined your jacket.”
His lips curve into a smile that quickly twists sharply downward. “You’re hurt.” His stare hardens, landing on my wrists. “I lost control. I—”
Confused, I look down to find red marks from where his fingers gripped me. I’m sure they’ll fade by morning, but by the way he looks at them, you’d think I was missing limbs.
The smell of a storm rolls in as his unrest peaks. It’s surreal, how I feel his worry as if it were my own.
“I’m not hurt.”
I sense he’s pulling away, and my stomach lurches at the thought of being parted from him. It’s more than a craving—it’s a need. The need to be close to him is overwhelming. I need him to see that I’m okay.
I gently take his hand and put it on my chest, hoping my steady heartbeat will calm him. I won’t let his guilt ruin this moment. This perfect moment when I finally have everything I ever wanted.
“I wanted this,” I whisper. “All of it. All of you. You’re what I’ve been missing and everything I needed.”
“And I didn’t scare you?”
“Never.”
There’s a faint buzzing under my skin where his hand rests.
His anguish stings, but it also gives me an idea.
I move his hand to my neck, to our bond mark.
I read somewhere that the bite site can temporarily heighten your connection when touched.
“Can you feel that?” My mark warms. “Can you feel how I’m feeling? ”
His eyes widen, breathing heavily while focusing, then his shoulders relax.
“You’re really not afraid, are you?”
“No.” I smile, sharing in his elation from the realization that makes me feel like I’m floating. “You’re not a bad guy, Damon. You’re mine.”