Chapter 20 #2
The contact seemed to soothe him, as he took up the space by my side and began to walk, keeping pace with me.
We approached the edge of the field, and I noted everyone had disappeared besides my mates and I, which helped immensely with keeping Damien focused on me as we made our way back to the castle.
Damien’s gaze swung to my other mates as they all followed behind us, and he let out a warning growl. I tapped his head lightly to get his attention, "Come on, let's go."
He chuffed, as if annoyed, but did as I said and thankfully was complacent all the way until we reached my rooms. Once I closed the double doors behind me, he jumped up on my king size bed and let out a yip for me to come lie down.
Chuckling at how cuddly my fierce Hellhound was, I walked over and lay on my back in the middle of the bed. Quickly, he curled up at my side and placed his head on my stomach, closing his eyes and seeming to fall asleep.
I had no clue how long this would take, so I followed his lead and closed my eyes as well, settling in to ride out this moment for however long he needed.
Imust have fallen asleep, and when I regained consciousness, I felt a blissful sensation between my legs. They were parted, and my hand reached for the head between them as the haze of sleep still lingered.
My fingers found soft hair that was long enough for me to grip as I let out a moan. A hot tongue licked at my center, and I clenched at the sensation. It was warmer than Finias' tongue had been, and there was only one of my mates who burned hot enough to do this.
Damien.
I opened my eyes and took in the sight of my Hellhound mate, who was now back in his human form and buried between my legs, completely engrossed in bringing me pleasure.
My back arched as he swirled his tongue around my clit in a toe-curling way, a breathy moan slipping from my lips and my eyes fluttering closed.
When I glanced back at him, his eyes were on me, and the blazing orange within them told me his Hellhound was most definitely still in control, but now Damien was present as well. This was simply a more primal version of Damien, and I wasn't complaining in the slightest.
I was more than perfectly okay with waking up to him between my legs like this.
There was no part of me that was against him taking control and eating my pussy like he was fucking starved, even if I hadn’t been awake when he’d started.
This felt so damned good, and our time in the salt pools had only started the fire I felt was constantly burning for my Hellhound. I more than wanted Damien—I needed him.
He began to lick harder and longer at a torturous pace that had my orgasm building so quickly it shocked me. I began to tip over the edge. More heat infused his tongue as he increased his pressure, and I was sent spiraling into the stars as my orgasm rocked me.
My body was still tingling from it as Damien growled and lapped at my core still, taking what my body gave him.
My clit was too sensitive, and I found myself jerking as he flicked his tongue over it.
I gripped his head and tried to drag him up towards me, wanting more of him, and his hips settled in against my hot and wet core.
The passion and dominance that burned in his eyes shook me to my core. This was a man who wanted to mark every part of me as his, and I wasn't going to stop him.
His hips rocked against me, and my back arched of its own accord, aching for him to fill us. "Mark me as yours," I breathed out while tugging him down to me.
He reached down and lined his cock up with my entrance.
The same moment he entered me, he pushed his tongue into my mouth and claimed me so fully, I felt myself crying out against his mouth.
I was still a bit sore from my first time with Finias, but I was so damned wet that he glided in with ease, despite his thickness.
He wasted no time beginning to rock into me in a steady rhythm as he devoured my lips and groaned his own pleasure. My mind was whirling at how my orgasm was already building within me, moments after I’d just come.
His lips trailed down my face to my neck as he dropped little bites and immediately soothed them with his tongue.
I turned my head to the side, giving him access to my neck in submission, my nails tightening on him, my breathing rough and uneven.
An appreciative growl rumbled from him as he worked his way to the place between my neck and my shoulder.
I gasped as his pace increased, becoming frenzied, my legs opening even wider to allow him to go as deep as possible.
I wanted every single inch of Damien. When I clenched around him, I screamed his name, the sound filling the room.
He growled predatorily, and I felt two sharp canines scrape against my sensitive skin.
My mind was fuzzy with the overwhelming pleasure of him driving his cock into me so deeply that I was a panting mess, begging to come.
At the same moment I felt myself reach my peak, he slammed into me one more time, his canines piercing my skin and sending an electric jolt through my entire system.
Shockingly, I didn't feel any pain. If anything, it made my orgasm more intense, and I found myself shaking from the shockwaves of pleasure.
I hazily made note of him pulling his teeth from my skin and lapping at it with his tongue. He pulled his cock out of me and fell onto his side, gathering me into his arms and pulling me against his chest.
Soft kisses were pressed to my temple as Damien's voice whispered, "Ama? Are you okay?"
I knew from his tone that he was fully in control again, his Hellhound retreating to the back of their shared mental space.
I nodded sleepily, feeling completely wiped from the two orgasms, despite having done absolutely no work for them. "Mhm," I mumbled.
His fingers traced the spot he had just bitten as he said lowly, "We permanently marked you as our mate. It's a way for other Hellhounds to know you are taken. We mate for life, and this gift can only be bestowed upon one person."
My heart swelled at the idea of being physically marked, which should have alarmed me, but devildamn if I didn't love it. I only wished I could give him the same in return.
"What do the marks look like?" I asked softly.
"They’re twin marks of hellfire where the canines pierced. It's basically a black tattoo that looks like flames."
"I like it," I responded, wiggling until I was firmly tucked into him, enjoying the depth of this moment with him.
"I love it," he answered before dropping a kiss to the marks, "almost as much as I love you."
Before I could respond, my eyes fell closed, heavy with sleep. I had a smile on my face and a song of joy in my heart.