Epilogue
“H APPY BIRTHDAY, DAMEN !” The resounding cheer came from his wife as she jumped out of her hiding place, which was behind the sofa in the darkened living room, giving Damen the fright of his life. A second later, all lights were switched on, and party poppers exploded, showering the air with confetti and leaving the bodyguards in a colorful mess. And still, the Great Dozen, as Jane liked to call them, remained stoic-faced.
Damen couldn’t help grinning. He had been thrown a lot of surprise parties in the past, all of them more sophisticated and expensive than this. But none of it had left him grinning like a fool the moment he saw what his wife was wearing.
Once, he had told her he wished he could see her dressed exactly like a cougar.
She had done exactly that today, literally.
“Stop laughing,” Mairi protested even as she ran to her husband.
He laughed harder, seeing her fake tail flopping behind his wife’s cute little butt. He nodded everyone’s dismissal as he caught her in his arms.
As he started for the stairs, she reminded him, “But you told me you wanted to see me like this.”
“Yes,” he agreed, his shoulders rocking with silent laughter. “I did.”
She leaned back so she could peek at his face. “Then why are you laughing?”
“Because,” he admitted as he brought her to the nursery, which was connected to their room, “I didn’t mean it literally.”
Mairi paled. A moment later, she whispered, “I. AM. SUCH. AN. IDIOT.”
Damen stilled.
He had to.
He was laughing so hard he might be in danger of losing his hold on his wife if he took another step.
She began beating on his chest, which didn’t have much of an effect since her costume also involved padded claws. This, of course, made her husband laugh again.
“You should have made it clear,” she hissed. Mairi glared at him, but the laughter on her husband’s beautiful face was so irresistible she soon found herself laughing as well.
“Yes, I should,” Damen managed to say despite him having a hard time controlling his mirth. Kissing her nose, he murmured, “Now that you’ve done this, I think your version of how cougars dress is much better. Wouldn’t trade it for the world.” And he meant it.
“Hmph.”
Entering their daughter’s room, they both became quiet. Nala was fast asleep in her crib, her face even more cherubic now that her cheeks had filled up with baby fat.
“She’s so cute, isn’t she?” Mairi whispered.
“Yes.” He sounded so grim it almost made her smile.
“You make it sound bad,” she teased.
“It is. It means I’ll be beating a lot of boys who’d no doubt try to take her away from us.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s not going to happen for so many more years, Damen.”
“I still hate the idea,” he grunted.
When the door opened behind them and Jane entered the room, Mairi waved weakly at the nanny in greeting. She found her current position embarrassing, but she knew better now than to think of wriggling away. It would only make Damen do something more embarrassing.
“We’ll be leaving now,” Damen told the nanny. “Good night.”
Jane was grinning widely. “Good night, Mr. and Mrs. L.”
When they were inside their bedroom, Damen slowly let his wife down. “Now,” he said with a wicked smile. “To undress my little cougar.”
“Shut up.” She covered her face, mortified anew. “I can’t believe I didn’t get you.” Lowering her hands, she told him, “I don’t even know how the other kind of cougar dresses like.”
“Trust me,” he said feelingly, “your version is unbelievably cuter. But...before I take this off you, can you do that thing for me?”
Her eyes widened. “No.” She knew exactly what he was talking about. She shook her head. “NO.”
He looked at her under his lashes.
Oh my.
Her Greek billionaire was giving her his own version of a puppy look.
Oh, oh, oh, my.
“Fine.” She closed her eyes. Looking at him, she said, “RAWR.” And this time, she had actual claws, albeit padded, to do it with. And then she saw the phone in his hand.
“Damen!” She tried swiping the phone out of his hold, but Damen had stretched his arm up, making it impossible for her to reach.
“And you know what the good thing about this is, sweetheart?” His lips slowly curved in a smirk. “My phone’s capable of using video screensavers.”
“Nooooo!”
Laughing, he quickly placed the phone on top of one of the room’s wall-mounted shelves, far above Mairi’s reach. And then he was carrying her to bed.
“I love you,” he murmured. “This was the most fantastic birthday I’ve ever had.”
She peeked at his face. “You mean it?” She had been nervous, wondering if he would be disappointed by how simple their celebration was. But he had been held up in the office the whole day because of a business emergency, and she had worried he would be too tired afterwards to attend an actual party, even if it was in his honor.
He nodded. “It is. And now, I really need to get you out of this suit.” Turning Mairi on her back, he unzipped the suit, taking the time to kiss every inch of skin he exposed, causing Mairi to shiver. After, he helped her out of it and when she was down to her underwear, it was her turn to undress him. Even though they had been married for over a year now, her fingers still ended up fumbling on the buttons, her desire and love for Damen making her nervous.
“You still haven’t changed,” he murmured.
Her shoulders slumped. “Yeah.”
“It wasn’t a complaint, sweetheart. Far from it.”
“Hmph.” But she ended up giggling when he suddenly leaned forward and bit her neck as if in punishment for doubting him.
“I think it’s time we do away with these, too.” A second later, he was ripping her lacy underwear away from her body.
Mairi gasped. “Those were new!”
“I’ll buy you new ones.”
“But...” She didn’t know whether to be amused or exasperated. “You could have just made me take them off!”
He raised a brow. “Where’d be the fun in that if I did?” And then he didn’t let her speak anymore, ending the rest of her protest with a deep and hungry kiss.
With a sigh, she surrendered to her husband’s kiss, her arms going around his neck. Their bodies connected, the contact making her moan.
She really only had to feel Damen’s naked body against her , Mairi thought dizzily, and it was all over for her. By the time Damen released her mouth, she was gasping for breath, and when his mouth trailed down her body, she became even dizzier. He was practically devouring her, hungrily sucking on her neck, so hard that he was sure to be leaving marks all over it again. And oh, her breasts, the way he kneaded them, and her nipples, the way he suckled them—-
“ Damen, please ...” There wasn’t ever a time he failed to make her beg for more. And the thought that he would make her beg for the rest of her life—-
Thank You, God.
Above her, Damen stilled. “What,” he rasped out, “are you thanking God for?”
Oh, sheesh. Had she said those words out loud? She shook her head vehemently. “Nothing.”
He raised one elegant brow. “ Mairi .”
Drat . When he used that kind of voice, she just knew he wouldn’t budge until she answered, and he would also know if she was lying.
“I was thanking God,” she mumbled, “because you’d be making me beg for the rest of my life.”
It took a while for the meaning to sink in, simply because he had never thought he’d ever hear her say something like it. “Ah, sweetheart,” he said softly. “I always did think you had a Sub in you.”
Her face and her body flushed a lovely shade of rose.
It made him groan and his balls ache. It also made his cock impossible to ignore now, and with a muttered expletive, he flipped her around again, taking his wife by surprise.
“D-Damen?” She twisted her head around to look at him over her shoulder, and she saw him rising to his knees, positioning himself behind her. Her heart hammered. “Damen—-aaaah!” He lifted her legs up, clasping them to his sides before entering her in one swift, hard thrust.
Her nails dug into the bedsheet as he began to pound into her, setting a steady but hard rhythm that had her gasping. “ Damen .” It was all she could think of saying. Literally.
The ecstasy on her face, the way his wife’s lips parted and her eyes dilated made Damen curse, his lust knowing no bounds. He fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her body, and the sounds it created made them both shudder, Mairi crying out while Damen growled.
He palmed one round cheek before slapping it, hard enough to make her cry out.
The pain stunned her, but even more stunning was how it added to the pleasure, and when he did it again, the same time his cock thrust back balls deep inside her, she let out a little scream, her pussy tightening around his length.
“Damen!”
He did it a third time, the slap harder than before, and his thrust deeper than before, too.
Her eyes rolled back. “Oh God, Damen!” She started to come, her orgasm taking both of them by surprise. “OH GOD!” Her body started to shudder, and she couldn’t remember coming as hard as this in the past.
Her orgasm triggered his, a strangled gasp escaping him as his balls started tightening and his cock started to strain. He came with a roar, and he lost control, his fingers digging into the side of her hips as he pounded into her, his thrusts frantic and powerful.
“Daaaaamen!” The strength of his thrusts drew out a cry from her, and she cried out again when she felt her pussy tightening once more. A few more thrusts, and she gasped, feeling a second orgasm coming.
When Damen finally pulled out, she was weak and limp as a doll, falling on the bed face down. When he left the bed, she thought he would run a bath for both of them, like he usually did. But instead, he came back almost right away, the bed dipping with his weight.
“D-Damen?” She forced her eyes to open and though it felt impossible, she also found the strength to raise her head so she could look at—-
Her jaw dropped when she saw him holding a bottle of lubricant. “ D-Damen ?” This time, she wasn’t just confused. She was nervous, too.
He didn’t answer. When his hands were lubricated completely, he simply placed the bottle on the table, positioned himself behind her, and—-
“Damen!” Her eyes flew wide open as she felt him pulling the twin cheeks of her bottom wide open.
“I’d like to fuck you all night for my birthday, Mrs. Leventis.” His smile was a dark promise. “In every way.”
Oh. My. God.
She remembered her first thought of Damen and knew now it really was true.
Her Greek billionaire was so... bad.
She started to answer him, but she paused when she saw her husband reaching for something on the bedside table. That was when she noticed what he had also taken out.
Her jaw dropped again.
A vibrator, practically as long and as large as her husband’s cock.
When her gaze flew to his, Damen said silkily, “I’m going to take you in two ways at the same time.”
“Damen!”
But he was already reaching for her again, and her head began to spin as she tried to figure out which would go in which hole. Oh my God, did it really matter? Oh my God, how was this going to feel? Oh my God, her Greek billionaire really was so bad.
Thank You, God!
The End