Chapter 11 #2
Damien didn't start with his fingers. He grabbed Julian’s cheeks, spreading them wide, and dragged his tongue flat over Julian’s hole.
Julian cried out, his back arching involuntarily. "Oh god! Damien!"
The sensation was overwhelming. Damien’s tongue was hot and wet, circling the rim, lapping at the slick that was dripping from him. He pointed his tongue and pushed inside, fucking Julian with it, loosening the tight ring of muscle.
"You taste like heaven," Damien groaned against his skin. He pulled back and spat on the hole, watching the saliva mix with the slick. "I'm going to ruin you, Julian. I'm going to make sure you never think about leaving me again."
He stood up, the sound of his zipper lowering loud in the quiet room. He didn't bother undressing fully. He just freed his cock, the heavy length slapping against Julian’s ass.
"Tell me you want it," Damien demanded, rubbing the head of his cock against the wet, fluttering entrance.
"I want it," Julian sobbed, pushing his hips back. "Please. I need it."
Damien didn't wait. He notched the head inside and thrust forward with one powerful snap of his hips.
Julian screamed. The stretch was intense, a burning fullness that bordered on pain but tipped instantly into blinding pleasure. There was no finesse, no slow preparation. It was a claiming. A retribution. Damien buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against Julian’s ass.
He paused for a moment, letting Julian adjust, his chest heaving against Julian’s back. "This is where you belong," he grunted into Julian’s ear. "Right here. Impaled on my cock. In my life. Do you understand me?"
"Yes," Julian choked out, tears streaming down his face. "Yes! Move, please move!"
Damien pulled back and slammed in again. He set a brutal pace, his hips pistoning with a force that drove Julian up onto his toes. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the entryway, wet and obscene.
Julian was mindless. The self-pity, the fear of the scandal, the isolation—it was all fucked out of him with every thrust. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe. He could only feel. The drag of Damien’s cock against his inner walls, the friction against his prostate, the overwhelming sense of being owned.
"Harder," Julian begged, his voice breaking. "Make me feel it!"
Damien growled. He reached up and grabbed a fistful of Julian’s hair, pulling his head back. The angle changed, allowing Damien to go deeper. He pounded into Julian with a relentless rhythm, chasing his own release but determined to drag Julian over the edge first.
"Don't you ever lock me out again," Damien snarled, punctuating each word with a thrust. "You are mine. Say it."
"I'm yours!" Julian screamed. "I'm yours! Damien, please!"
"Please what?"
"Touch me! Let me come!"
Damien released Julian’s hair and wrapped his arm around Julian’s waist, finding his leaking cock. He stroked him in time with his thrusts, his grip tight and slick with precum.
"Come," Damien ordered. "Come with me inside you. Now."
The command triggered the release. Julian shattered. His vision went white, his body seizing as he came hard, spilling over Damien’s hand and onto the wall. His walls clenched tight around Damien, milking him.
Damien roared. He slammed in one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His knot began to swell, locking them together. Julian felt the hot rush of cum filling him, claiming him, soothing the ache that had plagued him for days.
They stood there, tangled against the wall, held together by the knot. Julian’s legs gave out, but Damien caught him, holding him up with an arm around his waist.
For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing.
Slowly, the red haze of rage began to fade from Damien’s eyes. He nuzzled into Julian’s neck, pressing gentle kisses to the bite mark he had left days ago.
"I'm sorry," Julian whispered, his voice trembling. "I was scared."
Damien shifted, carefully lifting Julian, still connected, and carrying him away from the wall. "I know. I've got you."
He walked them into the living room, stepping over the debris of the door, and laid Julian down on the massive sectional sofa. He settled behind him, wrapping his body around Julian’s, a protective cocoon.
"The door is broken," Julian murmured, his eyes heavy.
"I'll buy you a new one," Damien mumbled against his skin. "I'll buy you a new building. I'll buy you the whole city if that's what it takes."
Julian let out a wet laugh. He turned his head, looking at Damien over his shoulder. The Alpha’s face was soft now, the anger gone, replaced by a fierce, terrifying love.
"You're an idiot," Julian said softly. "The board will eat you alive tomorrow."
"Let them try," Damien said. He reached out, cupping Julian’s face. "We face them together. You are not a liability, Julian. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. And I will burn the world to the ground before I let anyone hurt you again."
Julian stared at him. The fight was gone. The fear was gone. All that was left was the truth.
"Together," Julian agreed.
He leaned in and kissed Damien, slow and sweet, a seal on a new contract. The bond in his chest hummed, healed and whole, stronger than it had ever been.
"Now," Damien murmured, a hint of his usual smirk returning. "Since we are locked here for a while... how about we discuss the terms of your surrender?"
Julian smiled, the Shark returning to his eyes. "I think I can negotiate that."
"Good," Damien growled, rolling his hips slightly, making Julian gasp. "Because I'm not done with you yet."