Chapter 9
Elliot
Enough was enough. I'd had it up to my eyeballs with Damon Vexley's constant taunting and his relentless games. He thought he could play me like a fiddle, stringing me along with false promises and half-truths, but I was done being his puppet.
As he remained there, smugly reveling in my discomfort, his hot breath on my neck and his arms wrapped possessively around me, I knew I had to put an end to this madness once and for all. If he wanted to push boundaries, fine—I'd show him just how far I was willing to go.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I lifted my face just slightly, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. Our gazes clashed, his icy blue eyes widening in surprise as he registered the intent behind my move. Good, I thought. Let him see that I wasn't some timid little omega to be manhandled at will.
And then, without any further hesitation, I kissed him.
My lips crashed against his, all pent-up frustration and long-suppressed desire fueling my actions. The initial shock lasted only a split second; then, he responded, his strong arms wrapping tighter around me, pulling me flush against his firm body.
Our tongues clashed, exploring each other's mouths, dueling for dominance. I tasted him fully, savoring the unexpected sweetness that lay beneath his harsh exterior. He groaned into my mouth, a sound of raw pleasure that sped up my heart, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Nothing else mattered—no more alphas, no more criminal organizations, no more fear or uncertainty. Just him and me, lost in a whirlwind of passion that neither of us could have predicted.
But eventually, reality intruded once more, and I reluctantly pulled away, gasping for air. My head spun, my body aching with a need I couldn't quite comprehend. What had started as a rebellious act quickly escalated into something deeper, something more profound than I ever thought possible.
Damon stared at me, his expression a mix of astonishment and hunger. His lips were red and swollen from our kiss, his pupils dilated with desire. It took him several seconds to regain his composure, during which I could practically see the wheels turning in his mind, trying to process this new development.
"You... you kissed me," he finally said, his voice colored with disbelief.
"And?" I challenged, raising an eyebrow. "You didn't enjoy it?"
His smirk returned, though this time it held a hint of vulnerability. "Enjoy doesn't even begin to cover it," he admitted, tracing the line of my jaw with his fingertips. "But tell me, little omega, what brought about this sudden change of heart?"
I shrugged, affecting nonchalance despite the turmoil inside me. "Call it a momentary lapse in judgment," I replied, offering him a small smile. "Or perhaps I've decided to fight fire with fire."
His chuckle rumbled through his chest, sending vibrations that resonated deep within me. "Well played," he murmured, leaning in to press another soft kiss to my lips. This one was gentle, barely more than a whisper, and he told me so much through it.
When he pulled back, his eyes searched mine, seeking answers that I wasn't sure I had. Or maybe he was looking for something else entirely.
"What do you want, Elliot?" He asked softly, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. "Really want? Not just now, not just physically, but truly, deeply." His gaze intensified, holding me captive. "What drives you? What haunts your dreams and fuels your desires?"
The question caught me off guard, piercing straight to the core of who I was, what I yearned for. And as I sat there, surrounded by opulence and danger, cradled in the arms of a powerful alpha, I realized that I didn't know the answer.
Not anymore.
Because all I really wanted—in that moment, in that place, with that man—was him. All of him. Every dark, dominant inch.
"I…" I began, faltering under the weight of his scrutiny. "I guess I just want to feel alive," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "To experience everything life has to offer—to good and bad—and to make my own choices, free from expectations and obligations."
A slow smile spread across his face, transforming his stern features into something almost boyish. "Then we'll figure it out together," he promised, pressing another tender kiss to my forehead. "Whatever it takes."
With a flick of his wrist, Damon waved his hand dismissively toward the crowded dining room. "Everyone out!" He commanded, his voice echoing like thunder. The sudden declaration startled those present, causing a flurry of movement as people scrambled to comply, their chairs scraping loudly against the polished floor before they hurriedly exited the grand dining room. Within moments, we were left alone amidst the remnants of the lavish meal, the silence broken only by the distant hum of activity beyond the closed doors.
He turned his attention back to me, his ice-blue eyes gleaming with an intensity that made my stomach flutter nervously. But there was also something else, a promise lurking beneath the surface.
"So..." I began hesitantly, licking my suddenly dry lips. "What are you planning on doing now?"
Damon leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving mine as he slowly unbuttoned his crisp white shirt. One button at a time, he revealed tanned skin and hard muscle, showing me the same muscles I'd already seen. Each deliberate action drew me in further, making it impossible to look away.
"Apart from giving you exactly what you want, little omega?" he replied, a wicked grin playing on his lips. His fingers paused briefly at the last button, allowing me a tantalizing view of his bare chest. I swallowed hard, struggling to maintain some semblance of control as I fought the urge to reach out and touch him.
"Isn't that what you've been doing since I arrived?" I shot back, arching an eyebrow in mock challenge. Despite the bravado, my heart pounded wildly in my chest, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
Damon laughed, a rich sound that reverberated through the empty room. "Oh, Elliot," he mused, shaking his head slightly. "Always ready with a comeback."
With practiced ease, he slid the shirt off his shoulders, revealing sculpted muscles honed by years of discipline and power. My mouth went dry as I drank in the sight of him, my eyes tracing the lines of his abs, the broad expanse of his chest, and the way his biceps flexed with each subtle movement.
"But no," he continued, standing up gracefully and stepping closer to where I remained seated. "Tonight is different. Tonight, I'm going to give you everything you've ever desired."
He came to me, moving behind me with predatory grace. His hands came to rest on my shoulders, squeezing gently as he leaned down to speak directly into my ear. His breath was warm, tickling the sensitive skin and sending goosebumps erupting along my arms.
"And what if I actually don't want anything from you?" I whispered, tilting my head to the side to grant him better access to my neck. It was a blatant lie, and we both knew it, but I couldn't help myself. Teasing him seemed to come naturally when I was around him.
His low chuckle rumbled through me, vibrating every cell in my body. "Liar," he accused softly, nipping at my earlobe. I gasped, my hips shifting involuntarily in response to the unexpected contact.
"You can't fool me, Elliot," he murmured, trailing kisses down the length of my neck. "Your body betrays you, telling me exactly what you crave."
His hands moved from my shoulders, sliding down my arms until they reached my wrists. He grasped them firmly, lifting my limp arms up and placing them on the edge of the table. I was effectively trapped, pinned between his solid form and the hard wood beneath me.
"Not fair," I groaned, dropping my head forward as he continued to explore my exposed flesh with his mouth. "You're using your size and strength to overpower me."
"All's fair in love and war, little omega," he replied, his lips curving into a smirk against my skin. "And right now, this feels a lot more like the latter than the former."
Before I could respond, he spun me around, forcing me to face him once again. Our gazes locked, and I felt my resolve crumbling under the weight of his intense stare. There was so much hunger in those icy blue depths—so much desire that mirrored my own.
"Do you know how long I've waited for someone like you?" He asked. "Someone who challenges me, who defies me, who makes me want things I shouldn't?"
I shook my head silently, unable to find my voice amid the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.
"I didn't think it was possible," he confessed, tracing the line of my jaw with his fingertips. "But here you are, throwing all my carefully laid plans into chaos."
A small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. "Well, life is full of surprises," I managed to say, finding my voice at last.
Damon's gaze darkened, and he leaned in close, our noses practically touching. "Indeed, it is," he agreed, his voice a low growl. "And now, I intend to make sure yours is full of nothing but pleasure."
Damon stepped back, breaking the heated moment between us. I couldn't help but feel relieved.
Before I could protest or even register what was happening, he started removing the rest of his clothing. With swift, confident movements, he shrugged off his shirt completely, letting it fall to the floor beside him. Then, he kicked off his shoes and removed his socks, one by one.
My eyes widened as I took in the full glory of his naked torso—the definition of his muscles, the way they rippled and tensed with each movement. I had seen him without a shirt before, but this moment still felt different.
Next, he reached for his belt, slowly unbuckling it while maintaining eye contact with me. The metal clinked loudly in the otherwise silent room, drawing my attention downward. He pulled the leather strap free, tossing it carelessly aside before tackling the button and zipper of his pants.
As he lowered the fly, I caught a glimpse of dark hair peeking out from the top of his boxers. My heart raced faster, knowing that soon, I would see all of him again.
With a final, almost casual push, he shimmied out of his pants, leaving him standing before me in nothing but a pair of black silk boxers. They clung to his hips, accentuating the powerful V-shape that disappeared beneath the waistband.
I swallowed hard, trying to maintain some semblance of composure despite the riot of hormones coursing through my veins. He looked… incredible. Like a god carved from stone, brought to life with a pulse of raw energy.
It was different from before. This time, it was more appropriate.
He stood there for a moment, allowing me to drink him in, a smug smile playing on his lips. Then, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down inch by inch, revealing more and more of himself.
When they finally hit the floor, he stepped out of them, kicking them aside to join the growing pile of discarded clothing. And there he was, naked and proud, standing tall and formidable before me.
My breath caught in my throat as I beheld the full extent of his dick. He was thick and long, pulsing with need. A shiver ran down my spine, anticipation building within me like a storm about to break.
"So," he said. "Here I am, giving you everything you wanted. What do you plan to do with it?"
The question hung heavy in the air, filled with possibilities and promise. But all I could manage was a stammered, "I... I don't know."
And indeed, it was difficult to think in that moment.
He chuckled, stepping closer once more. His hand cupped my cheek, tilting my chin upward to meet his gaze. "Then let me show you," he whispered, leaning in to capture my lips in another searing kiss.