Chapter 28 #2
His lips were warm, steady, and sure. And this time, there were no threats looming or ghosts behind our backs. Only us.
In what felt like a flash, the coliseum had transformed. Where moments ago there was fury and justice, now there was celebration. Music rose in the air, a wild rhythm of drums and strings. Wolves shifted back and forth, laughing, dancing, and hugging one another in pure, unrestrained joy.
It felt like something sacred had been lifted from their shoulders. Damien kept my hand in his as we slipped away from the noise, weaving quietly through the pack house until we reached the stairs that led to our private quarters. The door clicked shut behind us, sealing the world out.
For a moment, we stood there in the quiet, no crowd, no noise. Just us. I turned to him slowly, reaching up to brush my fingers along his jaw. His skin was warm, his stubble rough beneath my thumb. I looked into those dark eyes and saw the flicker of something heavy beneath the calm.
“You okay?” I asked softly. He didn’t answer right away. “I know sentencing Elias must’ve been hard. He’s your nephew.”
Damien exhaled. “Yeah,” he admitted. “A part of me felt like I was betraying Natasha, my sister. She’s gone, and Elias is all that’s left of her.”
He ran a hand down his face and looked away for a moment. “But he made his choices. He’s a grown man, and he tried to kill you. Tried to take our baby. That’s not something I can ever look past.”
He looked back at me, and his voice turned fierce again. “You and Nala, you’re what matters. My only concern is protecting you both. Always.”
My heart clenched. I leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth, gently.
“Well,” I murmured, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes again, “the hard part’s over. No more trials. No more blood.”
A small smile tugged at my lips. “Now all we have to worry about is our mating ceremony.”
Damien raised a brow. “Don’t let the council hear you call it worry. They’re already planning like it’s a royal coronation.”
I laughed. “It is.”
He stared at me. I stared right back. Then he shook his head and grinned. “You drive me insane.”
I leaned in, smirking. “I know.”
He kissed me before I could say another word. Deep, full, claiming. My arms slid around his neck, and his hands framed my face. His kiss deepened, with a deep, hungry edge to it, Damien’s scent enveloping me as his hands slid from my face to my waist, pulling me flush against him.
My fingers tangled in his hair, the heat of his body igniting mine, a wildfire spreading through my veins. My wolf purred, its power pulsing, alive since the duel, craving his touch as much as I did.
Damien growled low, breaking the kiss, his lips trailing fire down my jaw, my neck, teeth grazing my pulse point. I gasped, my body arching, the fabric of my dress bunching as his hands roamed with a possessive yet reverent edge, mapping every curve.
“Raven,” he murmured, his voice rough, “I’ve been thinking about getting you out of this dress all day.” My heart raced, the mate bond humming and tightening between us, urging me closer, deeper.
I tugged at his shirt, sending his buttons scattering, my hands greedy for his skin. His mouth claimed mine again with breathtaking urgency, as he lifted me, my legs wrapping around his hips, the wall cool against my back.
My dress tore under his claws, the sound sending a thrill through me, and I moaned as his fingers found my core, stroking with deliberate heat, unraveling me. My wolf howled, its strength surging, my nails digging into his shoulders, drawing a groan that vibrated through us both.
In a breathless frenzy, he lifted me, his strength handling me like I was a piece of paper in his arms. My legs wrapped around his hips almost instinctively, like they had a mind of their own, my dress dangled off my skin as he carried me to the bed. Our bed.
Each step was breathless, my lips and his collided in a fierce open-mouth kiss.
My tongue wrestled with his as he sucked on my lower lip in a way that sent goose bumps up my neck.
I squeezed my thighs tighter around him, my core aching for any kind of friction, with need and desire building up in me.
I didn’t even realize we had reached the bed until I felt the soft cushions of the mattress press against my back as he lay me gently on it. And then, like a man possessed, he ripped at my dress.
It was so fierce, raw, and desperate the way he tore it, like he couldn’t wait to see me bare, that I arched underneath him with the thrill of seeing him crave me that much.
With the silk fabric ripped off from me, Damien transformed from a rabid man to a man with a pulsing devotion boiling inside him, or at least that’s how his mouth felt against my skin.
He started with my neck, his tongue and lips tasting my flesh as he trailed downwards, making my breaths come in quick gasps.
My gasping grew louder when he reached my breasts.
He teased at first, licking almost every inch of the flesh on my breast before drawing wet and agonizingly tempting circles around my areola.
I could feel my nipple pebbling, dying for some attention, and when he eventually granted it, it sent a rush through me that was so powerful that I moaned his name.
There was a passion to the way he sucked on my nipples, like he had all the time in the world.
His sucks were firm, yet gentle, and then he flapped his tongue over my hardened nipples, making my body ache and twist as I got wetter from his teasing.
I needed him to touch me, to stroke the flame that he’d lit inside me. His hand roamed my body as he shifted his weight to the side, and then his fingers found my wet and wanting core.
Again, he teased, caressing my entrance, making me feel the weight of his deliciously thick fingers right on the edge of my pussy.
Maddening need overwhelmed me, and I reached over and took his hand.
I dragged it up to my lips and put his index and pointy fingers in my mouth, tasting his skin and wetting his fingers.
“Damien…Please,” I said as I pushed his hand back to my core, my voice breathless and dripping with want.
He smiled, as if it amused him to see me so needy.
But he obliged. He first slipped one finger into me, and the sweet slithering sensation sent my eyes into the back of its socket.
When he added a second finger to the fray, I gasped and squeezed the sheets.
My body bucked, hips moving and arching against his hand, pleading for more contact. And he granted it. He did it with his mouth.
He lowered himself, and I felt his stubble first, grazing against my soaking entrance as he breathed me in. The sniff was loud, like I was the very air he needed to live on, and it pulsed a maddening thrill through me.
But it was nowhere near as mad as the thrill that came when he sank his tongue into me.
It was insane how firm his tongue was, dipping in and lapping at my walls like a pet with a bowl of milk.
My eyes rolled back again, and utter gibberish fell from my lips because how could I form any coherent sentences with that kind of blinding pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.
His fingers joined again, and his other hand came up, caressing my chest, lightly squeezing my nipple. His tongue lapped at my clit, and his fingers dug into me. It was like the pleasure would genuinely kill me.
It didn’t kill me, but the orgasm that came was so powerful it might as well have been considered a near-death experience.
A loud, almost animalistic roar escaped my lips, and my body vibrated with the sheer force of pleasure that consumed me.
For a brief moment that followed, it was like my head went blank, like the pleasure zapped me from consciousness.
When I recalibrated, I felt the warm, heavy tap of Damien’s meat against my still twitching core.
“Are you ready, baby?” He asked in a voice so possessive and deep it made my wolf purr again. All I could do was nod, my lower lip clenched under my teeth.
By the Goddess, when Damien’s cock pierced into me, stretching me, claiming me, my body trembled again.
I looked at him then, only realizing that he had stripped his clothes off when I was lost in the daze of the first orgasm. His body was glorious, strong curves of power and strength, bouncing and bunching with each deep stroke that he laid on me.
“You’re so fucking perfect. You drive me so fucking crazy,” he groaned. I couldn’t say anything, nothing but the moans that escaped my lips.
Every entrance felt like a vow. His thick, warm meat went in and out of me, over and over again, driving me to another euphoria.
And then his rhythm turned fierce. Gone was the measured, steady stroking of a man who was in complete control.
No, now, Damien became an animal, my animal, the one that breathed for me.
He pounded away at me with manic intensity, and I took it all. I wanted it. My hips bucked back, matching his rhythm. We made love like we were at war, our bodies moving in a primal dance. It was sweet, sticky, messy, and desperate. The bed creaked under our intense urgency.
My nails raked his back as I lost all control of myself, my body starting to give way to the pull of pleasure he was taking me under. He growled, forcing his lips down on me with a hungry, possessive kiss that tasted like salt and need.
The world felt like it fell away, leaving nothing but us, his low groans, my breathless cries, the wet slap of skin, the heady scent of our mixed arousal, everything building towards a crescendo.
And then I peaked again. The climax surged through me, blinding me as my eyes rolled back again. I could feel my wolf howling within me as the mate bond flared forcefully. It felt like our souls were bonding tighter in a heated flame of passion.
I shattered. My body rattled as I convulsed with sheer ecstasy, devastating me. My cry was loud, raw, and incomprehensible. My walls clenched tighter around his cock as the rest of my body went limp with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
Damien’s eyes locked with mine, his face was beautiful with devotion burning fiercely in his eyes.
He leaned in then, his breath hot against my neck.
“Mine…forever,” he said, and then I felt his canines pierce my skin, a sharp pain that only ignited another explosion of pleasure as the mark sealed our bond.
His breath hitched, growing frantic with his wild thrusts, and then his release followed. A roar escaped him as I felt his essence flooding into me, sending a satisfaction through my very core. His body trembled as the last drops of his seed dripped inside me.
He collapsed beside me then, and for a moment we just lay there quietly. “I love you,” he declared to break the silence. Then he leaned in, his lips brushing the fresh mark on my neck. His arms cradled me, and it made my wolf purr once more, completely sated.
“I love you too,” I said with a full, complete smile etched on my face. And in that moment, it felt like all was right with the world. Like everything I had ever endured was worth this. I knew right there and then, without any shred of doubt, that this was the beginning of my happy ever after.
THE END