Chapter 21
Chapter twenty-one
Damien
Her eyes flare wide, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of hazel remains.
Hunger flashes in those depths. Wild and untamed hunger that matches my own.
Yes, there’s fear woven through it, but desire dominates, the kind of loose-limbed heat that only comes after multiple orgasms and the body’s greedy anticipation of more.
The scent of her arousal saturates the air and clings to my skin, wrapping around me until my head spins.
“I’m about to feast on you, Luna.”
“Isn’t that what you just did?”
The words tumble out breathless and disbelieving as she tugs at her restraints. Her spine curves, the line of her body taut and beautiful, her legs jerking around my hips.
“No. That was an appetizer.”
I watch her face as her mind catches up with my words.
“This is insane. You’re insane.”
I toss the knife to the side. “I’ve been called worse.”
I trail my fingers down her throat, tracing a path between her breasts, and her breath quickens. Her skin pebbles beneath my touch.
She turns her head away, but I catch her chin, my grip firm, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes hold mine for a heartbeat before something shutters closed behind them. The muscles in her face tighten.
“Don’t hide from me, Luna.” I lower my face to her neck, murmuring against her damp skin, as her pulse flutters beneath my lips.
Her skin burns beneath my mouth—flushed and slick with sweat, radiating heat as I drag my tongue down to the hollow at the base of her throat.
Her breath stutters out uneven and desperate while I continue lower, following the curve of her collarbone and passing over the bite mark I left on her last night.
My teeth graze her skin in the barest touch, and she whimpers in response.
Silk couldn’t feel smoother than this. Her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath, nipples tight and dark pink.
Hunger coils in my gut. I lower my head and seal my lips around one nipple, sucking until her body shudders beneath me.
My fingers capture the other, rolling and pinching until her spine curves and lifts her off the bed.
I bite down without warning, and her cry splits the air. The silk panties binding her wrists pull taut, the fabric straining and sliding against her skin as she yanks against them. Her shoulders lift off the mattress with the force of it.
“So responsive.” My words come out muffled against her nipple as I flick my tongue over the hardened peak, and her hips roll upward in a rhythm she can’t control, seeking friction that isn’t there yet.
My lips travel lower, tracing the curve of her ribs and the plane of her stomach before I dip my tongue into her navel. She jerks with a breathless laugh that transforms into a moan as I bite the soft skin below it.
I hook her calves over my shoulders, her thighs trembling against my ears.
Between her legs, everything is pink and slick, her flesh swollen and sensitive from what I’ve already done to her.
I press my nose against her and inhale deep, letting the heady musk of her arousal fill my lungs.
The thin strip of coarse hair tickles my upper lip as I brush my mouth against her with the lightest touch.
“Tell me you want my mouth on you again.” I turn my face and let my warm breath caress her inner thigh.
“No.” Her pride wars with her desire.
“Say it, Luna.”
“No.”
She twists her body and yanks at the silk around her wrists again, but there’s no real fight in it anymore.
The desperation that was there before is gone.
I exhale against her swollen flesh, and frustration pours out of her in a choked groan.
My lips brush her inner thigh, trailing kisses up and down the soft skin while avoiding the one place that’s aching for attention. Her legs tense against my shoulders.
“Come on, little doe.” I trace my tongue along the crease where her leg meets her body, my stubble dragging along her thigh until she shivers beneath me. “Tell me you want my mouth.”
“Screw you.”
I smile against her skin before sinking my teeth in, hard enough to make her cry out and jerk her leg away. My mouth follows, soothing the tender bite with my tongue.
“All you have to do is ask, and I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
She lifts her head and glares down at me, her eyes a tempest of conflicting emotions. There’s still fear, like a lingering shadow, but the overwhelming terror has receded.
“Please.” The word tears from her throat.
“Please, what?” I blow on her wet flesh again, my fingers teasing her folds.
“Please let me go.”
She just can’t let go of that stubbornness.
“Wrong answer.”
I sink my teeth into her thigh again, a little harder, and this time the cry she releases is more pain than pleasure.
“Forget what I said. I will call the sheriff. And I’ll enjoy watching them arrest you for both murder and rape.”
“No, you won’t. Now beg me, little doe.”
Her chest heaves in sharp bursts as she stares down at me, her teeth catching her lower lip before they press into a hard line.
She blinks, her eyes blazing, but then the fire in them flickers, the armor she’s built showing its first crack.
Desire and stubborn pride war, and when desire wins, it’s a breathtaking and unforgettable sight.
She surrenders, her back curves, and her hips tilt towards my face, seeking what she’s been fighting.
“Please…”
I blow on her clit again. “Please what?”
“Please put your mouth on me.”
I lower my mouth to taste her again, a groan rumbling through me as her flavor explodes on my tongue, sweet and musky.
The moment my tongue touches her swollen clit, she cries out, hips rising off the bed, her body betraying every protest she’s made.
I slip my middle finger inside her, all the way to my knuckle.
Her walls grip me, throbbing around the digit.
My cock presses hard against my jeans. It takes everything in me, every ounce of self-control I possess, not to climb on top of her and bury myself inside her tight cunt.
She’s mine. Her pleasure, her pain, her life—all of it.
Her next orgasm hits. Her back arches off the bed, her head thrown back, and her throat exposed.
Around my finger, her inner walls pulse—once, twice, three times—as a broken cry tears from her lips.
I don’t stop. I keep up the pressure until she’s sobbing, until every last tremor has wracked through her body.
But it’s not enough. I need more.
I slip my fingers from inside her, my thumb circling her clit. Her stomach muscles jump. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes, tracking wet lines down her temples.
The salt-sweet taste of her makes my head spin. Her thighs quiver against my palms as I press them wider, relentless in my pursuit of her complete surrender.
“Too much.” Her body twists and thrashes. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.”
Her fourth orgasm comes harder and deeper. Those hazel eyes, usually so sharp, roll back, her lips parted in a silent scream. My own breath catches. The sight of her, all fierce pride and defiance stripped away, lost to pleasure, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
It’s still not enough.
I press three fingers into her slick heat.
A hiss escapes through her clenched teeth, her inner walls clamping around the intrusion.
The lightest flick of my tongue makes her jolt as if shocked.
I alternate between gentle licks and firm pressure until she doesn’t know whether to push toward me or pull away.
Her fifth orgasm builds slower but hits the hardest. Her breathing changes first—shallow, then ragged. When she finally breaks, she turns her face and screams into the pillow, tears streaming down her cheeks, as she comes apart.
I soften my tongue, each lap gentler than the last, bringing her down, soothing her battered flesh. Her violent tremors subside to shivers. Her sobs turn to whimpers, then soft, exhausted sighs.
I rise to my knees, my fingers working at the knot around her wrists before slipping her panties into the pocket of my jeans.
Her limbs sprawl across the sheets, chest still heaving with each breath.
Her wet, heavy-lidded eyes track me as I stand.
The metal of the knife catches the moonlight as I slide it into the sheath at my hip.
Her gaze drops to the front of my jeans, to the visible outline pressing against denim. Her lips part.
“Aren’t you going to—”
“Not tonight.” I bend until my mask is inches from her face. Her nostrils flare, inhaling the unmistakable scent that clings to my lips and my chin. “I want you thinking about what comes next. Every time you close your eyes.”
Her breath hitches. Moonlight streams through the window, illuminating the rush of color that spreads up her neck.
“I’ll be back soon, little doe. Be waiting for me.”
“Can you please stop calling me that?” Her voice is raspy, like worn velvet.
“No.”
I lean down and kiss her nipple, and she groans, her back arching off the bed as her exhausted body craves more. My eyes never leave hers as I back away toward the door. “I’ll see you again, Luna.”
“Wait. Why me? Why are you doing this?”
I pause with my hand on the doorknob.
“Because from the moment I saw you, there was no one else.”
I open the door to find the cats and her wolf waiting for me to vacate, their combined gazes heavy with judgment. Luna inspires such devotion from everyone around her. Especially the animals she saves.
They rush past me, Shadow growling at me before loping over to the bed, resting his head on the mattress beside hers. She’s pulled up the sheet, and the cats all pile on top of her. She rubs her hand against the side of her wolf’s face, forgiveness reflecting in her eyes as she looks at him.
Perhaps one day she’ll give me the same look.
I slip back through her house, the taste of her still on my tongue, her complete surrender echoing in my mind.