Chapter 13
13
D esire darkens Damien’s eyes as his hands move from his hard cock to his waistband. “How much of me do you want, Seven?”
My breath catches, and I sit up, heart pounding. I’m nervous, but I want to touch him so much. “Can I… unfasten your pants?”
Damien’s tongue skims his bottom lip as he leans back, hands pressing into the mattress on either side of him. “Whatever you want.”
Permission granted, I reach for his pants with trembling fingers. The button slips free, and I tug the zipper down, revealing the large bulge straining his black boxer briefs. My mouth goes dry as I free his hard cock from the confining fabric.
So big. So hot and hard in my grasp. Like velvet sheathing steel. I stroke him, marveling at the silky texture and the prominent veins. Damien groans in pleasure, and a pearly bead of fluid seeps from the tip. I swipe my thumb over it, spreading the slickness before bringing it to my mouth.
A musky and masculine flavor coats my tongue, not as shocking as the first time, but no less potent. I want more. Want to explore every perfect inch of my Alpha’s body, the way he did with mine.
“Can I take off your pants?”
A growl comes from him, and he braces his arms as his ass lifts.
I take it as an invitation and pull down his slacks and boxer briefs, tossing them aside to take my fill of Damien’s naked body.
The man takes my breath away, all lean muscles and hard edges. Crawling back into place between his spread legs, I cup his heavy balls, savoring their weight and warmth. I roll them the same way he did for me, and his hips lift off the bed as he groans. The primal sound shoots straight to my core.
My own need pulses, slick building at my entrance. But right now, I want to learn Damien’s body. Memorize what gives him pleasure. I want to make him feel good, craving his approval like I’ve never wanted anything.
Desire pools in my stomach, hot and molten, as I continue to stroke him with slow, unsure movements. I look up at him, drinking in the sight of his flushed skin and dilated pupils.
“Can I… can I…?” I shake with nerves.
“You can have whatever you want, sweetheart,” he purrs. “Just ask.”
I swallow down the lump in my throat and lick my lips. “I want… I want to… with my mouth.”
His breath hitches. “Go ahead. Whatever you want.”
Pulse racing, I lean in, brushing a tentative kiss at the base of his cock. He tastes salty, musky, and Damien . The scent of his arousal fills my senses, and dizzying desire spreads through me.
I run my tongue along the length of him, exploring every ridge and vein, until I reach the tip. My tongue flicks over the sensitive slit, lapping at the pearl of pre-cum, savoring his salty flavor because it’s proof he desires me.
Growling, Damien threads his fingers through my hair, guiding my mouth closer, and I open for him. His cock slips past my lips and into my mouth. I suck him in, let him fill me, and moan around him. He’s so big, but I don’t care. I want all of him.
His fingers tighten in my hair, but not enough to hurt, as he thrusts shallowly into my mouth. His scent, his flavor, become all I can think about.
I focus on the thick, throbbing length in my mouth, sucking and stroking, exploring, worshipping. Trying to pour everything into each caress. All my desires, my nerves, and my trust.
I run my tongue over every inch of him, memorizing his unique flavor, the texture and weight of him on my tongue, the way he moans my name.
My head bobs faster, my hand stroking the base of him that I can’t fit inside. I need him inside me, claiming me, marking my insides with his seed. Underneath me, Damien groans with pleasure, his hips bucking upward as I suck on the sensitive underside of his cock.
“Seven, fuck, Seven, I can’t take much more of this.”
Anticipation courses through me, but his hold on my hair shifts, and he pulls me off him with a pop. “Not yet, sweetheart. If I come now, you’ll have to wait longer.”
I whine, mouth tingling and lips numb, and rise onto my knees to straddle Damien’s strong thighs.
The coarse hair tickles the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and balls, sending shivers through me. I lean in to press my lips to his, and Damien’s mouth opens, inviting me to explore, to slip my tongue past his teeth and twine around his. Still, it’s not enough.
I whimper, aching for more as I suck on his bottom lip.
Damien’s head tilts, and his tongue thrusts into my mouth, twining with mine. I moan in relief, gripping his broad shoulders as my body rocks against his hard length. The friction drives me crazy, and more slick slips down my thighs, my body desperate to be filled.
Damien’s hand slips between my trembling thighs, and I gasp as his fingers find my slick entrance.
“Please…” I whine into his mouth.
His fingers circle, teasing me before pushing inside. I cry out, and my hips jerk, pushing back onto his hand, taking him deeper. So good, but I need more.
“I want…I need…” The words stick in my throat. What if he rejects me?
“What do you need, sweetheart?” Damien kisses along my jaw. “Tell me.”
“You,” I whisper. “Inside me. I want you to…to take me. Please, I want us connected.”
He scissors his fingers inside me. “You want me to claim this sweet little hole? Fill you until you’re dripping with my seed?”
I whimper and clench around his fingers. “Yes, Alpha. Please claim me. I’m yours.”
Damien pulls his fingers free, and I whine in protest.
“Shh, it’s okay.” He coats his cock in my slick. “I won’t leave you empty for long.”
A flicker of unease ripples through me as I wait for him to push me down onto the mattress, to cover me with his weight, to pin me.
But he surprises me when his strong hands grasp my hips, tugging me forward until I hover over him. The blunt head of his cock notches against my entrance, and I shiver, equal parts nervous and needy.
“Take it slow,” Damien murmurs. “If it’s too much, stop. We don’t have to rush this.”
Biting my lip, I press down, pressure building at my rim. But even with my natural slick easing the way, my body resists the intrusion, too tight to let him in.
Frustrated tears prick at my eyes, and a whine escapes my throat. “I can’t… It won’t…”
Damien cups my jaw, tilting my face up to his. “Look at me, Seven. Breathe out and push down with your muscles. Take it slow.”
I do as he says, breathing out as I bear down. The broad head of his cock breaches my entrance, pushing past that resistant ring of muscle. I gasp at the shocking stretch, my passage fluttering and clenching around him.
“That’s it, you’re doing good,” he praises, one hand stroking my hair. “You’re so tight, Seven, and hotter than I could have imagined. It’s taking everything I have not to come right now.”
Hearing those words spurs me on, and I lean back, taking another inch of him into my body. His cock splits me apart in the best possible way, and I want more. I want all of him inside me.
“That’s it,” he groans, his grip on my hips tightening. “Take what’s yours, Seven.”
His words send licks of flame through my blood, and I moan, sinking down another inch. The burn and pressure are intense, right on the knife’s edge between pain and pleasure. More than that, the intimacy, the closeness, overwhelms me.
I’m letting him inside my body, giving him a piece of myself I’ve never shared before. And by the proud way he looks at me, he understands how much it took for me to trust.
“Keep going, sweetheart.” His thumbs rub soothing circles on my hip bones. “Take what you need.”
With a shuddering breath, I impale myself further on his thick length, impossibly full as he stretches me open. My thighs tremble with the strain, and sweat breaks out across my skin. But I don’t stop, I can’t, not when every downward press ignites sparks of bliss deep in my core.
I rock my hips, the incredible pressure, the exquisite burn, every ridge and vein of his cock filling me up, undoing me. With a final push, I take Damien to the hilt, his heavy balls resting against my ass.
“So fucking tight,” he pants in my ear. “You took me so well, sweetheart.”
I tilt my head back, the sensation of joining like this, of claiming each other, sending a rush of warmth through me. No one has ever wanted or desired me, and I crave more.
I press a hand over my lower stomach, feeling a slight bulge and marveling at how much of him fits inside me. My inner muscles flutter around his hard length, and I shiver with desire. “Damien, please… I need…”
“I’ve got you.” His hands smooth up my sides and down my back.
His hips roll beneath me in a slow, deep grind that sparks stars across my vision. I cry out, my head falling back, as he finds that special spot inside me, setting my nerves alight. Over and over, he rocks into me, stoking the embers in my belly into an inferno.
The sounds of our coupling fill the room, the slick slide of flesh, my breathy moans, and his low grunts. It’s filthy and carnal and so, so perfect. In Damien’s arms, I feel like I’m more than a petri dish for experiments, more than a broken Omega not even worth breeding.
“Put your feet next to my hips and lean back with your hands on my legs,” he instructs in a guttural tone.
My knees shake as I draw them up, and I gasp as Damien sinks even deeper into my body.
“That’s it.” His hands on my waist keep me balanced.
I lean back, hands finding his hairy calves, and my chest heaves with desperate breaths as I stare down the length of my body. Without the T-shirt, I’d be splayed bare in front of him.
His hands move down to my ass, urging me up. I shiver at the thick glide of him leaving my body and moan as he lowers me back down his length. I catch on fast, feet pressing on the mattress and thighs flexing as I ride his cock, this new angle nailing my sweet spot harder.
My head falls back, eyes closing as I chase the pleasure, my body moving on its own. Damien’s hands slip beneath my shirt, cupping my rib cage, thumbing my pebbled nipples.
The added pleasure sends me crashing over the edge, and I shudder, my body quaking as I come.
When my arms give out and I lose my balance, Damien draws me upright, tilting me into his chest.
Soft lips find my ear. “Stay with me a little longer?”
“Yes.” I hold on as he thrusts up into me, the sloppy slap of our bodies coming together filling the air. Then he freezes, holding my hips flush to his as pulsing heat floods my channel.
My inner muscles quiver as I moan into his neck.
“So good, sweetheart,” he groans into my throat.
I quiver again, loving all his praise.
With Damien, I’m precious. I’m wanted.
With Damien, I can become whole.