Chapter 11
Elliot
Damon hovered above me, his eyes locked onto mine, burning with intensity. His broad chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, matching the uneven rhythm of my own heart. I could feel the heat of his body, mere inches away from mine, yet not quite touching—a tantalizing promise of things to come. He wanted to torment me for as long as he could.
His hand reached out, cupping my cheek gently, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. A shiver ran through me at the tender gesture, contrasting sharply with the raw power emanating from every pore of his being. This wasn't the same alpha who had torn my clothes off moments ago, driven by primal hunger. No, this was someone else entirely—someone far more dangerous because they cared enough to go slow.
And the worst and best thing about that? It was that I liked it.
"Are you ready for me, little omega?" He murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me, settling deep within my core. My stomach flipped, excitement and nerves warring within me as I nodded silently, unable to find the words to express how much I wanted this.
I didn't even have to answer his question. He already knew the answer to it.
A smirk played on his lips as he positioned himself at my entrance, his thick, throbbing length pressed against my hole. I gasped, my body instinctively tensing at the unfamiliar intrusion. But he didn't rush me; instead, he paused, allowing me a moment to adjust, to acclimate to the feel of him.
He was thoughtful, something I thought he couldn't be. How many more things about him did I not know?
"Relax," he cooed softly, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. "Just breathe."
I focused on filling my lungs, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within me. And when I felt ready, I nodded once more, giving him permission to proceed.
I hoped I was right.
He began to push in, ever so slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. I could feel every ridge, every vein, every tiny detail of his shaft as it stretched me open, filled me completely. It was incredible, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, pleasure and pain that left me gasping for air.
"Oh god," I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders as he sank deeper inside me. "You're so big."
And him being big didn't even begin to describe it. He was so much more than that.
Damon chuckled, a sound that rumbled through him and reverberated within me. "And you're so tight," he replied. "So fucking perfect."
Once he was fully sheathed within me, he paused, giving us both a moment to savor the sensation. I could feel his pulse throbbing in sync with mine, our bodies connected in ways I hadn't thought possible.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Before I could respond, he began to move, pulling out slowly, torturously, only to slide back in just as gradually, drawing a long, low moan from my lips.
It was agony, pure and simple. Agony because it felt so good, so right, that I knew I would never be able to live without it now. Agony because he was taking his sweet time, drawing out the anticipation, building the tension until I thought I might burst. In a way, he was kind of evil.
"You're killing me," I groaned, arching my back as he hit that spot deep inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids. "Please, Damon…"
"What is it you want, little omega?" He taunted, his pace remaining maddeningly steady despite my pleas. "Tell me exactly what you need."
"I need... I need..." I stammered, my thoughts scattering as he rolled his hips, grinding against that sensitive bundle of nerves. "Faster... harder..."
Damon's response was a dark, predatory smile that sent shivers down my spine. "As you wish," he growled, picking up speed, slamming into me with increasing force. The table beneath us creaked and groaned under the onslaught, mirroring the sensations coursing through my body.
With each thrust, he claimed another piece of me, branding me as his own. And as I lay there, helpless and writhing beneath him, I realized that I didn't mind one bit. In fact, I craved it – I craved him – more than anything else in the world.
As if reading my mind, Damon suddenly shifted gears, his hips snapping forward with greater urgency. His thick length filled me over and over again, the head of his cock brushing against that magical spot deep inside me that made my vision blur and my toes curl. I realized, in that moment, how experienced he was.
But he didn't stop there. Oh no, that wouldn't be nearly enough for an alpha like him. Not when he could have so much more control, so much more dominance.
His right hand wrapped around my aching cock, stroking it in rhythm with his powerful thrusts. Every time he drove into me, he pulled upward on my shaft, twisting slightly at the tip to send jolts of electricity shooting through me. It was pure pleasure.
"Oh fuck!" I cried out, my hands clawing at his broad back, searching for something—anything—to ground me amidst the storm of sensation, but there wasn't much more than that. "That feels too good!"
Damon merely grinned, his eyes gleaming with wicked intent. "Too good?" He echoed, his thumb rubbing circles around the sensitive head of my cock. "Or just right?"
Before I could answer, he picked up the pace even further, his hips pistoning like a well-oiled machine. Each snap of his hips brought a guttural grunt from his lips, the sound vibrating through me.
The table beneath us shook violently, the legs scraping against the polished floor as we rutted. My moans mingled with his growls, creating a chorus of desire that filled the vast dining room, echoing off the walls and bouncing back to envelop us once more.
"So close," I panted, my orgasm building rapidly, threatening to overwhelm me at any second. "Damon, please... I can't hold back much longer." And I truly, really couldn't.
In response, he leaned down, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. Our tongues clashed, our teeth clicked, and our breaths became one as he continued to pound into me, his hand working my cock with all his experience.
I could taste myself on his tongue, the salty tang of precum mixing with the unique flavor that was entirely Damon. It only served to drive me wilder, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
He broke away briefly, his forehead resting against mine as he gazed deeply into my eyes. "Cum for me, Elliot," he commanded. "Show me how beautiful you are when you fall apart."
And then, with one final, brutal thrust, he pushed me over the precipice, sending me tumbling into oblivion.
My entire body convulsed, waves of ecstasy crashing over me as I came undone in his arms. My release coated his hand, hot and sticky, marking him as surely as if I had claimed him instead of the other way around.
But even as I rode out the aftermath of my orgasm, Damon showed no signs of slowing down. No, he simply adjusted his grip, using my slickness to stroke me faster, harder, determined to draw out every last drop of pleasure from my trembling form. The man was relentless.
I couldn't believe it. Even after everything, even after making me come harder than I ever had before, he still wasn't done with me. He wanted more. Needed more.
And as I looked up into those ice-blue eyes, I realized that I wanted to give it to him. All of it. Everything I had and more.
Damon's breath grew ragged, his movements jerky and erratic as he chased his own release. The sight of him teetering on the brink, so uncharacteristically vulnerable, ignited a fire within me. I wanted to see him lose control, to watch him shatter, and that was exactly what was going to happen.
His hips stuttered, his cock throbbing inside me as he neared the edge. I could feel the tension coiling in his muscles, the heat radiating from his skin as he held himself back by sheer willpower alone. However, I could tell it wasn't going to last long.
"Not yet," he growled between clenched teeth, his fingers digging painfully into my hip. "Not until I say so."
But I knew he was close. Too close. And I wanted—no, needed—to push him over the edge.
With a defiant smirk, I tightened my inner muscles, squeezing his cock like a vice. A feral groan tore from his throat, his eyes rolling back as he struggled to maintain his composure.
"Fuck, Elliot," he rasped, his voice laced with warning. "You're playing with fire."
"And what if I want to get burned?" I taunted, locking gazes with him, daring him to take what he truly desired.
Something primal flashed across his face, a raw hunger that sent a thrill coursing through me. In that moment, I felt it—the connection between us, wild and untamed, a force neither of us could deny or control.
He slammed into me with renewed vigor, each thrust punctuated by a low, animalistic grunt. His hand worked my spent cock with expert precision, drawing forth unexpected waves of pleasure that left me gasping and writhing beneath him.
"I'm going to fill you up," he snarled. "Mark you as mine in the most carnal way possible."
"Yes," I moaned, my fingernails raking down his back, leaving red welts in their wake. "Do it. Claim me. Make me yours."
His rhythm faltered, his cock swelling impossibly larger within me as he reached the point of no return. With a final, powerful surge, he buried himself deep inside me, his hot seed pulsing forth in thick ropes, coating my insides.
I could feel it—every scorching spurt, every pulse of his length—as he emptied himself completely within me. The sensation was exquisite, unlike anything I'd ever experienced. It was as if our bodies were merging, becoming one, bound together by something far stronger than physical pleasure.
As he continued to spill into me, I could sense the change taking place. An invisible tether snapped into existence, linking us irrevocably. I belonged to him now, just as he belonged to me. And the best thing about that? He wanted it so much.
When the last wave of his orgasm subsided, Damon collapsed onto me, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. His heart pounded against mine, our sweat-slicked skin sticking together as we lay entwined.
For several long moments, neither of us spoke. We didn't need to. Words would never be enough to convey the depth of emotion passing between us, the profound shift that had occurred in the space of mere minutes.
Finally, Damon raised his head, his gaze softening as he took in my flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth, a rare moment of tenderness amidst the storm of desire that had consumed us both.
"You're mine now," he whispered, tracing the line of my jaw with his fingertips. "All mine."
And as I stared up into those icy blue eyes, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was right. There was no use denying it—not to myself, not to him. I belonged to Damon Vexley, heart, soul, and body.
As for what tomorrow might bring... well, that was a question for another day. For now, there was only this moment.