Chapter 24 – Cove
Chapter Twenty-Four
Cove
Icame into the bedroom fully prepared that I would need to take the lead. Only, once my panties are gone, Damian grips my ass and hips, pulling me over his throbbing cock. My skin prickles with goose bumps, and I shiver.
It’s extra dirty that I’m completely naked while he’s still in his boxer briefs.
Honestly, I’m a big fan of dry humping. His hard length pushes against the material, and I can even feel his knot as he drags me over it.
My core clenches around nothing as our tongues clash, and my eyes widen as Damian rolls us. My back hits the mattress, and I gasp.
He scrapes his teeth over my lower lip and pulls back. Planting a hand on the bed above my head, he holds himself up, ripping down his underwear. He kicks out of them and settles a knee between my thighs.
The look on his face is much more confident now, and I love it.
My legs hang off the bottom of the bed like his did when I tackled him, but Damian makes the height difference work by keeping one foot planted on the floor.
My chest rises and falls in rapid pants as I study his lithe form. He’s so slender, but when he moves, all those muscles show.
Damian can be so hard to get a read on, and I’ve had a crush on him for ages. Having him here with me like this is kinda surreal. I’m nervous but excited to see what comes next.
“Okay, this isn’t going to work.” He wraps his forearm between me and the mattress, and he knee-walks me up the bed until my feet no longer hang off.
His eyes are hazy, and his whitish-blond hair falls around his face as he appraises me once we’re settled.
Tugging his hand from under me, he brings it to my side, sliding it up and cupping my tit.
“I always thought I was more of an ass man. Right up until I caught sight of your tits,” he says, staring at my chest.
My face heats while my insides light up at his words. There’s something so genuine about Damian, and I’m growing addicted to it. His thumb flicks over my nipple, and my head thrashes.
A potent wave of cramping rips through my abdomen. In no way am I expecting it, and I whine.
Damian surprises me by gripping my chin in his hand. He tilts my face to his and kisses me with a ferocity that I haven’t seen from him yet. He lowers his weight onto me, and his hard shaft bumps my pelvis.
I spread my legs even wider, letting my knees fall to the bed.
Damian must enjoy the view because he growls.
“Please,” I sob against his lips.
“I have no idea what I’m doing, but my instincts are convinced we can manage. So, here goes nothing.” His crown bumps my clit and slides through my lower lips. Once it’s lined up with my opening, he thrusts.
Damian isn’t fucking around. He slams deep inside me and pulls all the way back out again.
My body was just getting used to being full, and then it’s gone. Only to have him impale me again.
The hour we spent making out helped prep me, and he feels amazing. I slide a hand around the back of his neck while the other snakes between us to work my clit.
My pheromones flood the air, and the scent is so potent that it must qualify as a perfume. He snarls, bucking into me violently.
He slams his lips to mine, and my eyes widen. I was not expecting feral Damian, but I’m so here for it.
Every snap of his hips forces his tip to brush my G-spot. It’s an entirely different experience than with Declan or Ravvi, who were almost too careful at first.
Damian pulls back from our kiss, shaking his head like he’s trying to force away the fog. “Are you okay? Fuck, my head is a mess. I’m hazy.”
“I’m good,” I assure him. “Am I okay to touch you?”
“Please do.” He pushes his mouth to mine once more and growls. The sound vibrates against my lips while he picks up his strokes.
My hands work up and down his back, teasing his soft skin. It’s intense, and I love feeling this connected to him.
I bounce with each thrust, and he finds a rhythm he really likes.
I shouldn’t be surprised.
Musicians are all about rhythm.
His tart blueberry scent makes my head foggy, and I whimper as my pleasure builds almost violently.
If he keeps slamming into my G-spot… Hell, I don’t know what will happen, but I’m afraid I’ll embarrass myself.
It’s almost too intense, and my entire body quakes as the euphoria takes over.
I sob a plea for his bite, but it’s muffled by his lips. The next thing I know, my orgasm rushes over me. My pussy locks down on his hard length, and all I can do is moan.
“Okay, wow,” Damian chokes out. “I can barely thrust with how tight you just got.” His cheek falls to rest on mine, and he drags his cock in and out as my pussy ripples. “This is unreal. You feel amazing, Cove.” He groans, his shaft growing longer and thicker.
When he freezes, I know I have to do something. I plant my feet on the bed, grinding over him from below as he empties inside me.
His body shakes, and the expression on his face is so fucking sexy that I barely know what to do with myself. Tilting his face to mine, I capture his lower lip between my teeth and swirl my tongue over it.
Damian growls dangerously and pulls free of my core.
“No!” I sob, shaking my head. “Why?”
“Present for me,” he says in a commanding tone that I haven’t heard him use before. “Face down, ass up.”
I blink at him.
“Now!” he barks.
It’s so unexpected that it shocks my system into action.
I flip over, planting my chest on the mattress while my ass and hips stay high. It’s a lot like doggy style, just without holding up my top half.
I hardly have time for my equilibrium to catch up, and his hands land on my hips.
He slams back in, and I groan.
Holy shit.
He might not be as thick as Declan or Ravvi, but his dick is longer. It’s almost painful at first, though my body catches up quickly. It converts the slight discomfort to intense bliss.
His fingers brush down my spine, and his balls slap against my pussy from behind as he bucks into me. “Watching my cock disappear inside you is so fucking hot, but it’s nothing compared to seeing my cum spill out when I thrust extra deep.”
I whimper, pulling a hand to my clit.
Damian’s pheromones are everywhere, and my skin heats. My fingertips brush his knot as I work my swollen nub, and he growls, slamming into me hard.
His knot slips inside my opening, swelling and locking us together.
“Jesus,” he growls. “If you were anyone else, I’d be freaking the fuck out, trying to get away. I’ve always thought knotting would be claustrophobic, but all my fucked-up mind can think about is how I can trap you to me forever.”
I whine, rambling out a bunch of nonsensical begging.
“What was that, sweetheart?” Damian taunts, working his hand between me and the mattress. He plants his palm on my chest and pulls me up until I’m on my knees.
It completely changes the feeling, and I’m almost too full like this. His crown feels like it’s lodged somewhere near my lungs, even if I understand that’s physically impossible.
“I said bite me, Damian,” I choke out, working my swollen nub. “Make me yours. I need you to claim me.”
“That’s what I thought you said.” He chuckles darkly, holding me in place as he thrusts up into me. He can’t even move much with his knot swollen in my pussy, but it drags the ring of muscle along my inner walls in a way that makes me tremble.
Damian might be slender, but he’s strong. He keeps me upright with his hand on my sternum and fucks me into another earth-shattering orgasm.
His free hand flies to cover my mouth, and he snarls. “Sorry, Clover. You’re talking dangerous, and I’m hanging on by a slipping thread.”
I’m too sensitive after my orgasm subsides, and I move to cup and tease his balls.
“Goddamn, woman. Are you trying to send me into rut?” His low, feral growl fills the air, sending a shiver down my spine.
I slam my ass back against his pelvis and bounce on my knees.
“You’re pure trouble.” Damian’s hand slides from my mouth to my throat, and he squeezes.
I’m surprised by the moan I release. I pick up force, dragging his knot along my inner walls as I rock on my knees. The pressure on my neck sends me soaring.
Sweat breaks out on my skin, and I’m not even convinced this is real life. Every small movement increases the warm, fuzzy feeling in my chest.
“Bite me,” I beg, nodding. The fact that I can speak proves he’s not being too rough, but apparently, I’m a big fan of a little choking. I wouldn’t even mind if he wanted to get rougher.
Damian’s hand leaves my sternum, and he pulls my hair aside. His warm breath puffs over my skin for a millisecond before a sharp pain punctures the top of my shoulder. It’s close to the base of my neck, but his canines will show right above my clavicle.
My pussy spasms as my system overloads with pleasure to combat the slight discomfort.
An orgasm I wasn’t expecting washes through my system, and I whine, damn near face-planting on the bed.
Damian’s hold on my throat keeps me upright. His dick swells to painful proportions, and his scent floods my mind. It takes me way too long to realize his orgasm in the bond triggered mine.
Fucking hell.
I thought I’d have to focus more to accept the connection, but I’m not upset.
I wasn’t going to deny the link.
Bonds are a one-time, per-person kinda deal. I’m just surprised that it clicked into place so easily. Maybe that’s more proof that we’re meant to be.
Damian growls against my skin and retracts his teeth, licking over the bite to clean and seal it.
He doesn’t have to speak for me to pick up his happiness, but his thoughts are muted…almost like he’s lost to the fog.
Shit.
I hope he meant to bite me.
I don’t get to worry about it for too long.
Damian’s chest pushes against my back, and he flattens me to the mattress, finally pulling his hand off my throat. He growls wickedly and fucks into me like a man possessed.
Damian isn’t the only one who gets lost to the pheromone fog.
I have no idea how much time passes before I pop back into consciousness, but Damian’s legs hang off the end of the bed.
I’m riding him while facing away from him, and Ravvi joined us at some point.
He kneels on the floor in front of the bed, and my hands rest on his shoulders.
He’s only in his boxer briefs, and he teases his fingers over my clit while licking my left nipple.
I freeze, and Ravvi pops off my tit, giving me a lopsided smile.
“You good? The two of you were pretty hazy when I first came in, but you begged me to stay…” His brow furrows. “Which I’m guessing you don’t remember, but I swear you did—”
“I believe you,” I say, swallowing thickly. I slide my hand to cradle his cheek and say a mental prayer he doesn’t freak out. “Damian and I bonded.”
“We sure did, but that’s my fault.” Damian has been lying flat on the mattress, but he sits up, framing my back. “The haze was too thick. I think I slipped into rut.”
Ravvi laughs. “Yeah, you’ve told me this twice now. Not that I couldn’t tell from the bright red bite above your collarbone. I’m happy for you.”
“Really?” Damian asks, his surprise filtering through the bond.
“Yes,” Ravvi says to his brother, but he stares directly into my eyes. “I love both of you. Of course I’m happy for you.”
My heart races.
God, I didn’t know how much I needed to hear him say that.
My eyes ache, and I struggle against the urge to burst into tears. I’m locked on Damian’s knot. That might be too embarrassing to come back from so soon after bonding.
Ravvi smiles at me, and glances over my shoulder to meet his brother’s gaze. “You growled and snarled and told me to get fucked when I first came in.” He laughs. “Don’t worry. Clover made sure to let me know I was welcome to stay.”
“Shit, sorry.” Damian laughs, and his chest bounces against my back.
I use my hand on Ravvi’s jaw to pull him closer as I lean in to meet him. It drags Damian’s knot along my inner walls, making me shiver, but I ignore the sexual pleasure and focus on Ravvi.
“I love you too,” I admit, slamming my mouth to his.
It’s probably a terrible time to finally admit that, but it’s the truth. I’ve been in love with him for years, since before my first heat. I think that’s why it hurt so much when he left, but he’s here now. That’s what matters.
Ravvi growls, wrapping his hand in my hair and guiding the kiss. His electric scent mixes with Damian’s, and my head gets foggy as my skin heats.
He might be trying to prove something, considering I’m not only bonded to his brother, but locked on his knot. Though, I’m not complaining.
Ravvi sucks on my tongue and nips at my lower lip. My inner walls clench around Damian, and the alpha groans.
“Don’t mind me.” Damian snorts. “Totally not feeling like the third wheel or anything.”
Ravvi chuckles, pulling back from our kiss. “Well, now that you’re both more coherent, what do you say we fix that? My dick is about to riot.”
I grin, nodding.
That sounds like the perfect way to end the night.