Chapter 8
8
D amien leans in and brushes his lips over mine, feather-light at first. The sensation sends tingles racing through me, and I rest my hands on his chest, leaning forward.
He does it again, lingering this time, his mouth moving in gentle nips and sucks. I tentatively respond, unsure but eager.
Damien coaxes my lips apart with gentle pressure, and his tongue dips inside, exploring and tasting. A soft moan escapes. The flavor of coffee and cinnamon fills my mouth, warm and intoxicating. I forget to be afraid, forget the disgust other Alphas heaped on me, forget everything but Damien’s kiss.
When we break apart, heat flushes my face, and my lips tingle, damp from our kiss as I pant.
Tenderness softens Damien’s expression. “Was that your first real kiss?”
My flush deepens. “Yes.”
His nostrils flare, and his tongue sweeps over his bottom lip. “What did you think?”
“I liked it.” My hands tremble on his chest. “I can really touch you?”
His arm flexes around my hip. “Wherever you want.”
Biting my lip, I skim my fingertips over his pecs, his muscles firm through his shirt. I trace over his shoulders and biceps, marveling at his strength. All the while, Damien sits still, letting me explore at my pace.
“That’s it, Seven,” he purrs. “Get to know my body. I’m all yours.”
My stomach flutters at the patient way he guides me through these firsts, like no Alpha I’ve known before. Spurred on by a burst of courage, I lean in to initiate another kiss, deeper this time.
I lose myself in his touch, his scent, his taste, awash in pure sensation. Right now, I’m not thinking about the past or the future. Only this moment exists, Damien and I together. And it’s perfect.
Damien groans in appreciation, and he tugs me closer, his erection pressing against me, hot and insistent.
My cheeks burn as I let my hand drift lower, tracing over the hard ridges of his stomach, bump over his waistband, and find the hard ridge of his cock through his pants.
I pause at his fly, unsure if his invitation extends this far.
Not breaking the kiss, Damien’s hand covers mine, drawing my fingers to his zipper in silent permission.
A whine sticks in my throat as I kiss him deeper, sucking his tongue into my mouth, my fingers fumbling to unbutton and unzip his pants. Soft cotton boxers tent out of the opening, and I burrow my hand under the elastic band at his waist. Hot flesh fills my grasp, long and thick.
I wrap my fingers around him, marveling at the velvety texture of his skin over rigid steel. He’s so big in my palm that my small hand can’t close around him.
Slowly at first, I stroke him, my movements measured but gaining confidence with each moan he utters. My other hand rests on his stomach, the muscles contracting beneath my touch as I bring him closer and closer to the edge.
“Seven,” he gasps against my lips, his breathing ragged. “Oh, fuck, that’s…so good…”
His pleasure spurs me on, filling me with a sense of power. I made him moan like this. I pick up the pace, the sensation mind-numbingly good.
“Can I touch you, too?” Damien asks, his voice thick with lust.
My heart kicks with trepidation because, even though my body vibrates with pleasure, I’m not hard.
Damien’s hand covers the top of my thigh. “Seven?”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Touch me.”
As I continue to stroke Damien, he explores my body, his callused hands roaming over my waist and chest, sending shivers through me. His fingers slip beneath my shirt, trailing along my sensitive skin. When he tweaks my nipples, I gasp, my back arching. The sensations are new and electrifying, but frustratingly, I still don’t harden.
Damien’s hand drifts lower toward my pants, and I stiffen.
He freezes, and I know what must be going through his mind. I’m broken. Worthless. But I don’t want to be that Omega anymore. I want to feel good. I deserve to feel good.
“Don’t stop,” I manage. “I… I want to…”
Damien hesitates, concerned for me. “Are you sure?”
“Please.” My body trembles. “I need to know.”
He gives me a reassuring smile. “No matter what, it doesn’t mean you’re defective. There are a lot of ways to give and receive pleasure that don’t involve an erection.”
I understand the logic, but… My hand tightens around his hard length. I want this. I want to be whole.
Damien’s hand dips into my pants, and I will myself to react. When his warm hand touches me, relief floods me as my dick twitches with interest. It’s weak, but more than what has happened in the past. Or, more precisely, what hasn’t happened.
“There you are.” Damien cradles my length. “Such a pretty shape.”
His fingers work magic, and I push away the darkness of my past as each stroke builds heat in my hips. I close my eyes, focusing on the friction of his calluses on my sensitive flesh.
Good as the sensations are, though, frustration builds when I can’t harden.
Tears well up. “I’m sorry.”
“Shh, it’s okay,” Damian soothes, his free hand rubbing calming circles on my back. “Nothing is wrong with you, Seven. We’ll find other ways for you to feel good.”
His hand drifts lower, cupping my balls and rolling them. The new sensation draws a gasp from me as a warm flush spreads through my body. Damian’s fingers stroke along my perineum, each pass sending sparks of pleasure racing up my spine.
Then his hand slips farther back, brushing my entrance. I tense instinctively, but Damian massages in gentle circles, coaxing me to relax.
“You’re so wet.” Damien’s lips glide over my neck, sucking on my racing pulse. “See how turned on you are?”
A whine catches in my throat, and I cant my hips backward. Giving me time to adjust, he pushes a finger inside. I cry out as pleasure rockets through me, my hips bucking to take him deeper. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, a deep ache finally being soothed.
“That’s it,” Damian encourages, pumping his finger inside me. “Let go and enjoy yourself.”
A moan tears from my lips as I tip forward, my forehead coming to rest on Damien’s broad chest. His finger pushes deeper, curling toward my abdomen, and lightning streaks up my spine. It’s almost too much, the intensity threatening to overwhelm me, but I don’t want it to stop.
I grip Damien’s shoulders, my blunt nails digging into his muscles, and he makes a low, approving sound.
“You’re so responsive.” His breath comes hot in my ear. “I love the sounds you make. Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.”
As if my body can’t deny him, gasps and keens spill out as his finger works me open. My hips rock, pushing back to meet each thrust, chasing the incredible sensations sparking through my body.
Almost without thinking, I reach between us to grasp Damien’s cock, still hard and straining against his stomach. I stroke him clumsily, trying to match the rhythm of his finger inside me.
“That’s amazing, Seven.” Damien groans, his hips jerking into my touch. “Do you think you can take another finger?”
After only a heartbeat, I nod. I’m already so full, stretched around Damien’s thick digit, but I crave more. I want to chase this sensation, to let it consume me and burn out all the ugliness inside.
Carefully, Damien eases a second finger in alongside the first. The stretch burns, but it’s a sweet ache, my body yielding to the intrusion. I whimper and writhe in his lap, my hand faltering on his cock as I try to process the new sensations flooding through me.
“Breathe,” Damien coaxes, his free hand petting my flank. “Relax and breathe. You’re opening up so beautifully.”
I drag in a shuddering breath and let it out, Damien’s praise and the gentle touch of his hand guiding me through it. As the burn fades into a deep, throbbing pleasure, I rock down onto him, begging for more.
Damien curls his fingers, rubbing that spot inside me again, and my vision goes white around the edges. Pleasure crashes through me in waves, building and building until it crests, shattering me into a million, glittering pieces.
I cry out, my body pulsing around Damien as I come apart in his arms.
Through my orgasm, Damien’s other hand pumps my dick, the friction on my flesh adding to the pleasure, building a link to the sensation in my mind.
For a long moment, I cling to him, chest heaving as I catch my breath, the world fading back in as my pulse slows.
Damien eases his fingers out, and I whimper at the loss. His hand leaves my dick, too, and rises to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone. “You did so well, Seven. That was incredible. You’re incredible.”
My cheeks flush with pleasure at the praise. Without thinking, I lean in and press my lips to his, pouring all my gratitude and wonder into the kiss. I’m not na?ve enough to think one amazing experience can erase all my trauma and fears, but for the first time since I was kidnapped from my home, I feel human again.
“Thank you,” I whisper against his mouth. “For being so patient with me, for making it good for me.”
Damien’s expression softens. “It was my pleasure.”
I shift on his lap, and his hard cock bumps my stomach. Wanting him to orgasm, too, I grasp his cock again, watching his face as I stroke him. Beads of cum leak from his tip, dribbling down his shaft, and it adds a slickness to the slide of my hand on him.
“Seven,” he moans again, his body tense, “I’m going to…”
All at once, his cock pulses in my hand, his seed hot and sticky on my skin. I sit back, lifting my hand to stare at the creamy mess on my fingers in amazement.
“Here, let me…” Chest still heaving, Damien grabs a napkin from the table.
Curious, I lick my palm, and a salty, slightly bitter flavor bursts on my tongue. My nose wrinkles, not sure about the flavor but still thrilled.
“It’s not for everyone.” Damien chuckles and catches my wrist, wiping at the sticky mess on my hand. “We should go wash our hands before we dig into breakfast.”
Embarrassed heat rushes to my cheeks. I’m not really sure how we got from breakfast to orgasms, except that Damien’s hard-on started it, and I initiated continuing. It all feels surreal. Am I still sleeping under the bed?
“Seven?” Damien touches my chin, bringing my attention back to him. “Are you okay with what just happened?”
“Yeah.” I bite my lip and taste Damien there. “Can we do it again?”
He pauses in the process of zipping up his pants and lifts an eyebrow. “Right now?”
My blush deepens. “N-no. I mean…”
“I’m teasing.” He scoots back the chair to ease me off his lap and stands. “Come on. Let’s get some food in you. If we send it back untouched, Mrs. Bustly will break down our door to make sure I’m feeding you.”
My brow puckers. “Who’s Mrs. Bustly?”
“She’s Jade’s mother and technically the cook, but she runs the house.” He winks at me. “Everyone just lets Aaiden pretend he’s in charge.”
“Who’s Aaiden?” I ask.
“My eldest cousin and head of the Rockford family.” He steers me toward the bathroom. “Sebastian, who helped with the map, is the second eldest.”
My brows shoot up. “How many of you are there?”
He grins. “I have a twin brother named Caleb and an older brother named Liam. They’re both married, so I have two brothers-in-law, too. Then I have six cousins split between the head family and the branch family. All Alphas, which can’t have been easy for our parents. We all grew up here.”
My head spins with all the info.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to remember any of that right now.” He lets me step into the bathroom ahead of him. “I’ll introduce you as it comes up. Fair warning, though, if my in-laws get a whiff of you in the house, they’ll lay siege to the door to meet you.”
I blanch, all of my bravery vanishing. “Do I have to?”
He turns me to face him. “No, not right away. They can whine all they want, but I’ll tell them to shove it. Eventually, though… I hope you’re planning to be here for a long time, and it’s not healthy to stay in the suite forever. But we can take it slow.”
Unable to figure out what to say, my breathing quickens. He wants me to stay here forever? With him? That’s what he’s saying, right? My mind’s not playing tricks on me?
Damien draws me over to the sink and turns on the faucet. “Do you have family we should reach out to? To let them know you’re safe?”
Blood rushes to my ears as cracks form in the box where I locked away the life I lived before I became Seven. No, I don’t want to think about it. Don’t want to go backward.
The bathroom swims around me as I sway.
“Seven?” Alarmed, Damien reaches for me.
My mouth opens to answer him, but everything shuts off.