Chapter 19
Elliot
With Stellan fed and drowsy once more, I carefully shifted him onto his back, arranging his blankets just so. His tiny hands twitched slightly as he settled into sleep, a soft coo escaping his lips.
"All tucked in," I whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead before straightening up. Turning to face Damon, I found him watching me with an unreadable expression.
"You've got a real way with him," he murmured, taking a step closer. The warmth radiating from him made me acutely aware of how cold I felt inside without him nearby.
"He's easy to please," I replied softly, brushing past him towards the door. "Come on, let's leave him to sleep."
In the hallway, I couldn't help but glance back one last time, ensuring our son was indeed fast asleep. Satisfied, I turned to find Damon standing right behind me, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that sent a jolt of desire coursing through me.
His hand reached out, tracing the line of my jaw, sending shivers down my spine. "You look beautiful like this," he murmured. "Soft, caring…"
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "And you look… dangerous," I countered, my gaze dropping to his full lips. "Like trouble waiting to happen."
A wicked grin spread across his face, revealing teeth that were almost predatory. "Good thing I like making trouble," he growled, pushing me gently but firmly against the wall.
My breath hitched as his body pressed against mine, the hardness of his arousal evident through his jeans. His mouth came crashing down on mine, hungry and demanding, leaving no room for hesitation or doubt.
I melted into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and tangling my fingers in his thick hair. He groaned against my lips, his hips grinding against me, seeking friction.
"We should…" I gasped, pulling away briefly. "We shouldn't…"
Damon's response was to nip at my bottom lip, eliciting a moan from deep within me. "Fuck that," he muttered, trailing kisses along my jawline and down my neck. "I've waited long enough."
He scooped me up suddenly, cradling me in his powerful arms as if I weighed nothing. I clung to him, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me down the hall towards our bedroom.
Kicking open the door, he strode inside, not bothering to turn on the lights. The moon cast everything in a silvery glow, casting shadows that only served to heighten the anticipation building within me.
Gently lowering me onto the bed, Damon stood tall, his silhouette framed by the doorway. He began to undress slowly, peeling off layers until he stood naked before me, his cock straining proudly.
I bit my lower lip, drinking in the sight of him. God, he was gorgeous—all hard lines and sinewy strength, a work of art carved by nature itself.
"You're wearing too many clothes," he rasped, crawling onto the bed beside me. His hands moved quickly, efficiently stripping me bare until I lay exposed beneath him.
His touch set fire to my skin, every caress igniting a trail of flame that burned hotter than anything I'd ever known. He explored my body as if it were a foreign land, claiming every inch with possessive strokes and tender whispers.
When his mouth finally closed around my cock, I cried out, arching my back as pleasure shot through me like lightning. He took me deeper, his tongue swirling expertly, driving me insane with need.
But he didn't stop there. Oh no, Damon Vexley never did things halfway. He teased and tormented, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy again and again, only to pull back when I thought I might explode.
"Not yet," he chided, smirking as he crawled back up my body. "Not until I say so."
His words sent a thrill of defiance coursing through me. I wrapped my legs around him, locking my ankles together, holding him captive between my thighs.
"And what if I don't listen?" I challenged, bucking my hips against his. "What then?"
He grinned, a wild, untamed smile that made my heart race. "Then I'll have to punish you," he promised, nipping at my earlobe. "Tie you up, spank your pretty little ass red, make you beg for mercy."
The image he painted sent a wave of heat flooding my core. I whimpered, clinging to him, desperate for release.
"Your skin is so soft," Damon murmured, running his fingertips along my inner thigh, making me twitch. His touch left trails of fire wherever it landed, igniting desires I'd tried to suppress during our recent estrangement.
"And yours is hard," I retorted, pressing my palm against his sculpted chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath. My fingers danced down his abdomen, brushing against the thick length resting between his legs. He growled softly, a warning that only served to egg me on.
We were playing with fire, teasing each other mercilessly, drawing out the anticipation until it became almost unbearable. But still, we held back, unwilling to rush the moment.
Damon captured my mouth again, his tongue plunging inside, tangling with mine in a dance that mirrored our growing desperation. I moaned into him, arching my back, pushing myself against his chest. The friction sent jolts of pleasure straight to my core, leaving me even harder and wanting.
His hand slipped between my legs, cupping me possessively. I gasped, breaking the kiss, as he began to stroke me, his thumb circling my cockhead. My hips moved in rhythm with his movements, seeking more pressure, more contact.
"Not fair," I panted, wrapping my hand around his cock. "You have to stop if I have to."
He chuckled darkly, not slowing his pace. "Is that an order?"
"Yes," I groaned, squeezing him tightly. "Unless you want me to make you come before you're ready."
He considered my challenge for a moment before finally relenting, removing his hand from my throbbing center. I whimpered in protest, but he silenced me with another searing kiss.
"Now it's your turn," he murmured against my lips.
Eagerly, I pushed him onto his back, straddling his waist. Leaning down, I took his nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before gently biting down. He cursed under his breath, his hands gripping my hair as I switched to the other side, lavishing it with equal attention.
Trailing kisses down his torso, I made my way towards his erection, which stood tall and proud. I ran my tongue along the underside, eliciting a deep rumble from within him. Looking up, I caught his gaze, holding it captive as I took him fully into my mouth.
I worked him slowly, using every trick I knew to drive him wild. Sucking, licking, twirling my tongue around the head. Each movement drew forth a new response, a new curse uttered from between clenched teeth.
But just as I felt him nearing the edge, I pulled back, denying him release. His eyes flew open, blazing with frustration and desire.
"You little tease," he growled, flipping us over so that he now hovered above me.
"I learned from the best," I taunted, grinning wickedly.
He laughed, a genuine, heartfelt sound that warmed me from within. Then, his expression turned serious, hungry. Bending down, he returned the favor, parting my thighs and settling himself between them.
The first swipe of his tongue sent shockwaves through me. I cried out, grasping at the sheets beneath me as he devoured me, his mouth skilled and unyielding. Every flick, every suck, brought me closer to ecstasy, yet always stopped short of sending me tumbling over the edge.
Just when I thought I might lose my mind, he would pause, blowing cool air across my heated flesh or nuzzling my inner thigh, driving me crazy with need.
And then, he would start all over again, building me up, bringing me to the brink, only to pull back at the last second.
It was torture, a sweet, delicious torment that had me writhing beneath him, begging for release.
"Please, Damon," I pleaded. "Please let me come."
"Definitely not yet," he replied, breathing with difficulty. "Not until I say so."
As our lovemaking continued, I found myself growing increasingly frustrated with Damon's teasing tactics. He seemed determined to draw out our pleasure indefinitely, pushing us both to the limits of endurance.
"Why are you torturing me like this?" I groaned, bucking my hips against his face once more. "You're killing me."
His chuckle vibrated against my sensitive skin, sending shivers coursing through me. "Patience, my dear omega," he murmured, pausing briefly before diving back in, his tongue swirling expertly around my entrance.
I gasped, gripping the sheets tightly as waves of sensation washed over me. My orgasm built steadily, coiling in my core like a spring ready to snap. But just as I felt myself nearing the edge, Damon pulled away again, leaving me panting and desperate.
"You bastard!" I cried out, my fists clenching. "You can't keep doing this!"
He laughed, a dark, satisfied sound that made my blood boil. "Oh, but I can," he taunted, crawling up my body to claim my mouth in a searing kiss. I could taste myself on his lips, salty and tangy, heightening my arousal.
Frustrated beyond belief, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I rolled us over, pinning him beneath me. His eyes widened in surprise, but before he could react, I slid down his torso, taking his cock deep into my throat.
He cursed, his fingers tangling in my hair as I worked him with eager enthusiasm. I wanted to make him lose control, to show him that two could play at this game. And judging by the feral sounds escaping his lips, I was succeeding.
"Elliot..." he growled, warning lacing his tone. "If you don't stop..."
I ignored him, doubling my efforts, sucking harder, faster. His hips bucked off the bed, driving his cock deeper into my mouth. The room filled with the sounds of our moans and wet, sloppy noises.
Damon's grip tightened in my hair, pulling me off him suddenly. I looked up, startled, to find him breathing heavily, his eyes wild with lust.
"I said, stop," he rasped, his voice ragged. "But you didn't listen."
A wicked grin spread across my face. "Oops," I teased, licking my lips. "Looks like someone needs to teach me a lesson."
His expression darkened, a primal hunger gleaming in those ice-blue depths. In one swift motion, he flipped us over again, positioning himself between my thighs.
My thoughts were interrupted abruptly as Damon grabbed both of my wrists, pinning them above my head. Before I could protest, he leaned down, capturing my mouth in a burning kiss. His tongue plunged in, dominant and unyielding, exploring every inch of my mouth.
I moaned into him, bucking my hips involuntarily as desire coursed through me. He responded by grinding his hardness against mine, drawing a gasp from my lips as pleasure shot through me.
"Damon…" I panted, breaking the kiss only to have him trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jawline and neck. "Please…"
He chuckled darkly, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "Please what, omega?" he taunted, nipping at my earlobe. "Tell me what you want."
"You," I gasped, arching my back as he sucked hard on my pulse point. "I want you."
"Not enough," he growled, releasing my arms only to push my legs apart roughly. He settled between them, his gaze locked onto mine as he began to stroke himself leisurely. "Be specific, Elliot. Tell me exactly how you want me."
The sight of him pleasuring himself sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. I licked my lips, my eyes never leaving his hand as it moved up and down his length.
"I want you to cum on me," I said finally. "Everywhere. I want to be marked by your seed again."
A wicked grin spread across his face, and he increased the speed of his strokes. "Is that what you want?" he rasped, his breathing growing ragged. "To be covered in my cum?"
"Yes," I whimpered, writhing beneath him. "Mark me, Damon."
His grunts grew louder, more primal, as he continued to pleasure himself. The room filled with the sounds of our labored breaths and the wet slap of skin hitting skin.
Suddenly, he pulled away, straddling my chest instead. His hand moved faster, more insistently, and I knew he was close.
"Open your mouth," he commanded, eyes glinting with evil intent.
Obediently, I complied, sticking out my tongue as he aimed his cock towards my waiting mouth. With a final, strangled groan, he came, thick ropes of semen painting my face, my neck, and my chest.
I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of his essence coating my skin. When I opened them again, Damon was watching me with an intensity that made my heart race.
Leaning down, he kissed me deeply, tasting himself on my lips. "You look fucking beautiful like this," he murmured, trailing his fingers through the mess on my face before bringing them to my mouth. I suckled greedily, cleaning off every last drop.