44 Kit
Anika brought me some food while I waited for Raphael to escort Damien.
It was only some broth and a little bread because we knew my stomach wouldn’t be up to taking more.
After being starved for who knows how long, a full meal felt like ten in my shrunken belly.
Plus, we both knew the drugs were about to make things ten times harder.
I lightly sipped the broth and began dipping the bread once I stomached the liquid.
Learning to eat again, but it wasn’t my first time going through this.
I tried to pretend I ran like a machine that had to be maintained in order to work again, but the new trauma in my mind wasn’t just going to go away.
A lot of this would stick with me, but we didn’t have any other options right now.
It only took another twenty minutes before a knock sounded from my door.
Leaving the food on my bed side table, I turned my attention to see Damien making his way in.
His eyes looked so hurt and wounded, it nearly broke me completely.
His lip began to quiver as he took in my frail state.
“There will never be enough words to tell you how sorry I am.”
“It’s not you who owes me an apology,” I returned. “You were the one who helped save me from your father, so don’t sell yourself short in my presence.”
“I still wish there was more I could do to make up for the wrongs you’ve suffered.” He moved closer to me and set himself on the side of my bed that I lied closest to.
My hand reached forward to grab his as I absorbed how his dark hair fell over his eyes. Damien was a handsome man, but he had sharper features than most. “I don’t think you owe me anything, but I do need your help with something.”
“What do you need my help for?” he asked before lifting his amber gaze to meet mine.
Damien had been beaten into submission since being a little boy, so I understood how hard it had been for him to overcome everything his father put him through.
The others wouldn’t get it as much as I did, but I knew what he suffered behind those closed doors.
I remembered the secrets he told me about how his father kept him in line.
It wasn’t easy defying that out of fear.
“I know your father will want you to take over his empire, but I need you to pretend you’re the Alpha of mine for a day. I need your help protecting my people from the Sellers, and if anyone understands the importance of that, it’s you.”
Damien hated being forced to help his father sell so many people, and my memory recalled some of the stories he told me about it. I couldn’t imagine how many names joined that list in the last seven years, so I didn’t ask because I already knew. He was stuck in his mind to process what I asked.
“It’ll only be for the day to keep the other packs in check. I just need this one favor, and you never have to deal with me again because I know how hard it is for you to see me.”
“But what if I did want to be your Alpha?” he asked instead. There was no denying the flutter in my heart when he asked it, and I gasped because it caught me off guard. When I tried to fumble out a response, his eyes dropped with his smile. “I’ll never be them to you, will I?”
“This is why I belong to myself,” I answered honestly. Being in love with men from two different packs made it so I didn’t want to choose between them.
“I won’t make you choose,” he murmured through his heavy whisper.
Damien would always put me first, but his actions were hard to read because others didn’t understand why he just didn’t kill his father.
I did because I noticed the marks on his neck.
Saul had marked his son so Damien would never uprise against him.
“But we already belong to the same pack,” I reminded him. Touching the marks on his neck, Damien showed his surprise that I understood.
Covering my hand in that spot, he sighed. “He did it right after you escaped the first time because he assumed I had something to do with it. Being under his control meant I couldn’t defy him as my Alpha. He took my hope of finding love away because I belonged to him as his personal slave.”
“I love you,” I let the words settle between us for him to know the truth. “The second I scented your sandalwood, I felt like another piece of me came home. Even though I was being used by your father’s men, you gave me that fragment of hope back.”
His wounded eyes were almost too much for me, but I leaned forward and kissed him anyway.
Slow and sensual, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest. Damien took charge and forced me to lie back on the bed as he gently slid himself over me.
This was why I didn’t want the others around because I knew Damien and I needed a moment to be together again.
“You are the only woman I’ve ever given my heart to,” he breathed against my lips. His confession created a throb between my legs. It didn’t matter that I had been used left and right by his father and his men, I still wanted Damien. I wanted him like all the other times we had been together.
“Touch me,” I pleaded in a whisper. When I lifted my hips to buck against him, I felt the hardness within his jeans. My eyes searched his long and hard as I forced his hand to fall over my heart to feel the pounding in my chest. “Please.”
“You need to heal,” he tried denying what we both needed right now.
“I need you.” It only took another second for him to see it within my stare, but that was all he needed to confirm I wasn’t delusional about wanting him right now.
Yes, I hurt between the legs like nothing I had ever experienced besides last time it happened, but I needed that pain to shift into something else.
Only Damien held that power because he’d been the only person to have me like this and love me anyway.
To him, I’d never be a trailer trash Omega.
Damien calculated his next movements carefully, promising controlled pressure on my tender spots and bruises my body now had.
I untied my robe to expose my body to him even though he had seen me naked this whole time.
When his eyes fell over me, I understood how this was different.
Damien proved to be a man who could separate what needed done and what he wanted.
He saved my life without treating me like a sexual object that he couldn’t take his eyes off, but he was now given permission to look at me as such.
He beheld me like a goddess being gifted to him, and a flood of warmth began pulling into my belly.
His sandalwood scent drifted over me when he leaned back down to kiss me after removing his shirt.
The thing I loved most when I was with Damien like this, I could see his own scars from his father that matched mine.
We bore a mirroring resemblance of the suffering his father caused, but he had been through more.
My hands were always eager to skim over each hard line with how his wounds healed because I wanted him to know I found them beautiful.
He survived everything he had ever been put through, and it only made me love him more.
“I’m not that boy anymore,” his voice broke as he whispered it to me.
He trained himself to deny this pleasure because he felt selfish for craving me right now.
When I first went through surviving his father, I wasn’t sure how Damien could be hard when he had to pretend to fuck me as his father came in.
Now that I grew older and had seen the harshness of life while dishing it out myself, I began to understand a lot more.
“You don’t know who I am, what I’ve done. ”
“You’re still the man who risked everything to save me.
” Lifting my head just a little, I barely skimmed our lips together in order to feel the heat of his breath as mine mixed with it.
Staying close, he didn’t move an inch. I let my head go to the side to find his earlobe before nibbling on it.
“You’re still the one who gave me an ounce of hope in my darkest hour.
I don’t think you know how many times I’ve dreamed about you, missing you. ”
A shiver raked down his spine has he righted himself before undoing his pants.
At first, I thought he was just going to stick it in and let me feel exactly what I wanted, but Damien let his dark eyes turn mischievous.
Crawling down, he let me see his hard cock out, but he moved it away from my core after letting his head slip in between my folds.
Just when I was about to ask him what he planned, he then placed his mouth where I needed attention.
He leisurely lapped over my slit, allowing my juices to fall more.
My back arched off the bed because the light contact felt amazing against my sore muscles.
He was quite literally massaging me with his tongue as he swirled and moved it all around my entrance.
The tip dragged up, placing his mouth to suck over my clit.
He kept going and added a finger to go inside me.
Whimpering, I couldn’t believe this was happening.
Still my gentle lover, promising me he hadn’t changed as much as he thought he did.
Closing my eyes, I let myself bask in the moment as I felt every textured lick.
His hands slithered to move along my thighs in a way that worked them too.
He didn’t need to be told I was sore. He had seen how many men lifted my legs to go inside of me.
Damien massaged my body after the brutal fuckings I endured.
I heaved for breaths as I struggled to keep myself righted in this existence, but the promise of ecstasy hit strong.
My mind kept whirling around the thoughts of pleasure as he kept escalating things to new heights.
It didn’t take long for me to respond the way he wanted.
The familiar tingle began to settle in the base of my spine, traveling down my legs, curling my toes.
I knew what was about to happen, and he let it because he wanted it.
My climax gushed fluid all over his face as he filled me with the rapture of missing this over the years.
My thighs began to close on their own because he kept tantalizing me after the crash had finished. My legs I squeezed around his head for a few seconds before letting Damien up for air. Wiping his face clean, he left a good chunk of my orgasm on him for me to see it dripping from his chin.
His hungry eyes found me, devouring my soul in the stare like he had my pussy.
“You’re still the best flavor I’ve ever tasted.
I can’t tell you how many diners I walked into just to order their lemon pie to recall your savor, needing the taste of you, but they didn’t compare.
Nothing will ever taste as sweet as you. ”
He crawled back up me and finally gave me what I asked for by letting his fat head part my entrance.
My hands reached to hook around his neck, yanking him to fall forward, inserting himself into me.
I whimpered as I took him in, gyrating my hips a little to get used to his intrusion with a knot that grew since he touched me last.
It hurt just enough to love it even more.
I began to move in a slow and steady rhythm as we locked eyes with each other.
Sweat began to gather between us because we refused to go faster than our bodies wanted.
Damien and I were making love, and it was beautiful.
Unlike all the others I let use my body, I wanted Damien to be on top.
I wanted him to cradle over me in a way that protected me.
Doing this scared the living shit out of me, and I knew it did with him as well.
Admitting to loving someone was always a complicated situation, but mine became tenfold that simple issue.
Damien and Ryatt would never be in the same pack because their empires could barely coexist without ever being open to merging.
I began to cry because I didn’t know how this would work out for us, but he leaned forward and licked my tears from my cheeks.
He knew why without me even saying, perceiving better than anyone.
He didn’t promise falsities that couldn’t happen.
Instead, he just kept making love to me, vowing this feeling between us would never end, even if we weren’t together.
He knew I loved the others as well, and he saw the burden it put on my heart.
Even though we had been going slow and steady, he began to reach his end from the longing passion between us.
As an Alpha himself, I took every wave of his knot as it hooked inside of me and refused to let go.
He grunted quietly as he kept shallowly thrusting, moving his head to fall against the pillow next to my ear after.
“You will always be everything I’ve ever wanted. ”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I held him close as we both grew emotional.
I knew I was too weak to do much when it came to pleasuring him in return, but he never asked that of me.
He only wanted me to be real, and he was one of very few who got to see me when like this.
Too vulnerable, I couldn’t breathe anymore without gaining aid from someone I loved.
Someone who also understood what it felt like to lose an Alpha they were bonded to.