Ethan drops us off at the curb. The security guys Ethan mentioned are already there. There were about three of them hanging around a black jeep. Talk about keeping things low profile, but we’re no longer keeping our relationship from the public.
No doubt the shooting will appear on the nine o’clock news. Human journalists and newscasters might cover it, but the local human authorities have no say in the matter. Supernatural affairs fall under the jurisdiction of the Supe council, which is why we need to make some sort of truce with them. There was a lot riding on our shoulders tonight.
Didn’t mean I’ll let our near-death experience dampen the romantic mood. With a wall of muscle and guns surrounding us, we stumble inside the lobby of our apartment. Damon has numerous properties scattered throughout the city and outside it, but this was our favorite.
Although fooling around inside a public elevator ranks as one of Damon’s favorite past times, he only holds me close to him this time around.
“No funny business until we reach the apartment,” Damon whispers against my ear.
I bury my head into his shoulder. Since he ripped his suit, he’s now wearing a pair of jeans and a plain white shirt Ethan handed to him. It’s a nice look. I nuzzle his neck, aware of his hands slipping down my back to cup my ass.
“It’s been awhile since I’ve marked your tight little ass,” Damon observes, making me blush.
“I thought no funny business?” I ask, but he laughs. I’m familiar with his devilish grin.
“Teasing doesn’t count,” Damon points out. He draws me closer, until our erections rub against each other. I groan, liking the harsh feel of his denim bottoms against the soft fabric of my work trousers.
“Kiss me. Please, Sir,” I beg.
Damon complies. He takes my lips, but he doesn’t kiss me the way he usually does. Damon doesn’t devour. Instead, he kisses me slow, as if we have all the time in the world. I savor the taste and heat of him. The slow burn he wants to build inside my body. We’re still locking lips by the time we reach his floor. We part, and I look up at him, swollen lips and misty-eyed.
“You have that look on your face,” Damon remarks as he leads me to our unit.
“What look?” I ask, still dazed. Maybe, I’m only starting to fully recover from the shooting. It’s a traumatic experience for someone who isn’t used to shifter politics, but I won’t cower, or let fear rule me. Damon needs a strong mate. Someone with steel in his backbone, and that’s me, even if I’m only human.
“The ‘come-fuck-me’ look.” Damon grins at my expression.
“So crass, boss, considering you’re always well-mannered and polished in public,” I say.
“This is my secret side. Admit it, you like it, Sub.” Damon locks the door behind him.
He then points to his feet. I understand Damon’s no longer wearing the boyfriend mask. He’s now wearing his Dom mask. My hands shake as I dress down. Each piece of clothing I discard makes me feel more alive. Adrenaline sings in my veins. I imagine myself as a little ball of contained energy, waiting to be unleashed. I fold my clothes, and stack them neatly to a pile.
Then I walk to Damon and assume position. I sink to my knees, sighing as the hard marble bites into my skin. I keep my back straight, my head lowered, and place my hands flat on my thighs. Then I wait for Damon’s next order.
“Very nice,” Damon says. The pleasure in his voice makes me shudder.
My mind’s beginning to work on overdrive, and my body’s so eager to please and take whatever Damon gives me. I bite back a moan as he nudges a feet between my legs, further exposing my raging hard-on. Thinking of my member makes me aware of Damon’s erection staring at me in the eye. He laughs, seeing where my gaze is at.
We’re no longer new lovers, and since Damon’s in a playful mood, I ask, “May I take care of your need, Sir?”
“You may, Sub. Show me what a good little cocksucker you are.”
Jesus Christ. Damon knows how much I like it when he talks dirty.
With trembling hands, I unfasten the button of his jeans and pull down the zipper to pull out his cock. It’s already standing at half-mast. I lick my lips in anticipation. Place one hand to cup his balls to apply slight pressure, before I lean forward and flick away the pre-cum gathered at his tip. Damon groans, twines his fingers into my hair, silently encouraging me to continue.
I explore him from root to tip, taking my time like the way he kissed me in the elevator. The taste of him fills my mouth, familiar and musky. Damon growls, tugs at my hair. The slight pain only makes my shaft perk up.
“Take me in your mouth, pet,” Damon orders, nudging his length between my lips.
I open for him, gag a little, but soon accommodate him. I bob my head up and down, applying suction with each inch I cover. Damon groans above me, fingers tightening in my hair. I feel him thickening under my ministrations, and God, it’s so damn erotic. Once he hits the back of my throat, I pull out. Take a couple of breaths, before going in again.
Eventually Damon gently pulls away, and I know he wants to do the driving. He then fucks my mouth, certain, but always careful. He values control, and Damon doesn’t do things rashly. It doesn’t take long for Damon to let out a tell-tale shudder. Damon climaxes. He’s about to pull out, but I hang on. Swallow without spilling a drop.
“Good job, pet,” he says.
I lick my lips and beam up at him. He strokes my hair, and the gesture is nice. Calming...until he flashes that knowing dark look capable of melting my insides. Then again, he did promise to cover my ass in stripes. I shudder in anticipation.
“Now, it’s time for you to take your punishment like a good boy. For disobeying me in the car.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, hoping I don’t sound so eager.
Damon instantly picks it up of course. His eyes crinkle, but doesn’t remark on it. Damon offers a hand to me, and I look at it with distrust, wondering about his game.
“Pet,” he warns.
I take his hand, and he helps me up. I squeak when he pulls me close. “I want to see you squirm on the kitchen counter,” he whispers, then nibbles on my earlobe.
I flush, remembering how I confessed that little fantasy of mine a couple of nights ago.
“You remembered, Sir?” I ask dumbly. I yelp when he smacks my ass.
“Of course. Now let’s bend you over the kitchen counter.” Damon marches me to the kitchen.
The counter is bare, swiped clean of any utensils or ingredients, telling me he’s planned this ahead. The diabolical fiend. Still, every inch of me is trembling with excitement. Damon gets me into position until I’m over the counter, legs spread, bare ass open to his punishment. The black veined marble countertop feels deliciously cold and hard against my chest.
“Hands behind your back, Sub,” Damon commands.
I offer him my hands, and he slaps leather cuffs on them, immobilizing me. He massages my ass cheeks with his hands.
“Stay here while I get my toys,” Damon says.
It feels like an eternity before he returns. Damon lets me feel the texture of the strap he intends to use by slapping it gently on my calves.
“Remember your safewords, Sub,” Damon reminds me. He tells this to me each time we begin a scene. “Say them to me."
“Green. Yellow. Red,” I murmur impatiently.
I don’t need to wait any longer. The strap whistles through the air. My body jumps, a reflex reaction. The sting is mild, but it sends jolts up my chest and hardening cock.
“Remember, Sub. No coming without my permission,” Damon warns. The strap flies again, and he continues, “Let’s do twenty and I want to hear you count out loud.”
I begin counting. By the time I’m halfway there, I’m panting. A mild fire’s beginning to spread from my ass and upper thighs. I’m groaning, twisting on the table, but Damon presses a hand on my back and continues.
“Where are we, Sub?” Damon asks.
“Green,” I rasped. Then I begin to plead and beg, but I’m not about to yell ‘Red’ for no reason. I’m what Damon calls a ‘noisy sub’. By twenty, Damon stops. I sigh in relief. He dispenses with the strap, and releases me from the cuffs. Damon then strokes my sweat-soaked hair and kisses me on the lips.
“Good job.” Damon runs a hand through his latest work, and I groan as he pinches the fresh welts. It’s incredibly arousing, knowing how I’ll look at them come morning. The reminder I belong to Damon and he belongs to me.
My cock’s aching, begging for release. As if Damon knows what I’m thinking, he reaches between my legs. Damon begins gliding his fist up and down, until I’m groaning and begging him again. “Come, Joel.”
At his firm command, I erupt all over his fingers. Waves of pleasure assault my body and my senses. My body sags against the counter, except Damon bands his arm around my chest, lifts me up. Gravity spins, and suddenly he hefts me easily in his arms like I don’t weigh a thing.
“Don’t you dare fall asleep, Sub. I haven’t had you yet.”
Chapter Four
Just like that, I’m wide-awake again. I clutch at his shoulders, breathing in the familiar scent of him. He carries me to the bedroom and places me on the edge of the bed. Damon strips down and since I’m lying on my back, I have the best view in the house. He unveils every hard inch of him. Damon’s perfection, or close to it. My mouth waters, and simply watching him breathes life back to my limp member.
“Enjoying the show?” Damon asks. His cock is pointing right at me, gorgeously long, thick and ready.
“Oh yeah.” Damon raises an eyebrow. I clear my throat and say, “I mean. Yes, Sir. Very much.”
He chuckles and the sound stabs right through me. Damon blankets his body over mine. The joining of our flesh sends tingles up my arms. Damon catches my lips, kissing me, but he moves on, teasing and tormenting me. He pelts kisses down the side of my neck, my collarbones. Damon takes my left nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on it until the bud peaks. I groan, about to spear my fingers into his hair, but he catches both my wrist one-handed, and restrains them above my head.
Damon bites down, marking my nipple, and I groan, aware of his muscled frame pinning my body down deliciously. The sheer strength of him amazes me each time. Damon bites my right, and my toes curl at the pain. My erection grinds against his, eager for more.
He withdraws his mouth. “Keep your hands above your head, or do I need to tie you up?”
“I’ll keep them there,” I promise.
Damon lets go of them, and continues making his way down my body. When he finally reaches my groin, I’m moaning and pleading for him to take me. He gets off me, and reaches for the lube by the bedside. Werewolves can’t catch anything and I’m clean, so we fuck bareback, and I can’t imagine doing it any other way.
He repositions himself between my legs. Damon then lubes my tight hole and his fingers. The alpha werewolf, as usual, doesn’t go straight to the point. He teases my puckered hole, before sliding a finger, then a second one in. Damon scissors me for his access, keeping his gaze on me. I meet his gaze, and a wealth of emotions flicker between us—affection, tenderness, and, unable to help myself, I say the three words I’ve been wanting to for awhile.
“I love you, Damon.” My heart stills. I’m afraid of how he’ll take it, but it turns out I don’t need to worry.
“I love you too, Joel Cash. You’re my life. My love. Will you agree to officially be my mate?”
“Yes. A thousand times yes,” I say, breathless. I don’t care how I sound like a guy in a romance flick, because this moment is all that matters.
Finally, Damon nudges himself inside me.
“How do you want me to ride you, Joel?” He asks.
“Fast. Fuck me so hard and good I won’t be able to walk in the morning.”
“As my mate commands,” he says, sounding pleased.
Mate. God, how could the word sound so damn special?
Damon eliminates my ability to think rationally when he buries himself inside me to the hilt. For a few seconds, he steals my breath away. He’s huge, completely filling me.
“From now, only I can penetrate your most intimate parts.” Damon growls.
“Fuck me. Please,” I beg and he does. Damon moves, slowly, building speed. Each time he thrusts inside me, he goes deeper, and ignites the fire quickening inside of me. The world narrows it scope. I’m whimpering. He sinks his hands deep into my hips, and I claw at the sheets above me, wanting to hold onto something to anchor myself.
Damon changes angle, sheathing himself in me with one swift thrust. A long breathy gasp tears out of me. My mind blanks at the blinding pressure suddenly threatening to burst inside me. I remember Damon’s command not to come, but he reaches for my cock with one hand and begins pumping me. The combined pleasure assault is too much to take.
“Damon, please. I can’t hold it in any longer,” I beg.
“Then come,” he orders, and I explode on his fingers for the second time that day. I drown in a golden haze of pleasure, vaguely aware Damon blankets me again. He kisses the side of my neck, and I know the moment is now. He nips and sucks at the skin. I know what to expect, because we’ve gone over the mating ritual many times. He draws his canines.
I was finally ready to be his. To hold Damon’s heart and soul. In return, I’ll surrender mine to him.
Damon’s cock remains inside me, and I feel him erupt in my ass. I feel the slight edge of his teeth and he sinks down, breaking skin. Pain flares, but it’s watered down by the aftershock of my orgasm and his. Damon sinks deep, but then...it’s suddenly over.
“Mine,” he says against my ear after releasing my neck.
“Yours,” I agree. Damon gets off me, I look at him dreamily.
“I’m getting the first aid kit to tend to the mark.”
“Always prepared, huh?” I murmured. He laughs, retreats to the bathroom and comes back with the kit.
Damon helps me sit up, and dresses the wound. It’s a little bloodier than I expected, but I sense something. Some kind of bond that allows me to see Damon’s wolf looking right back at me. The beast isn’t capable of talking, but I have a feeling it’s telling me something.
One word. Finally.
Damon dresses the wound. “How are you feeling?”
“Good actually, it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would,” I admit.
“I’ll check on it tomorrow. Usually, mating bites will heal faster, if not we’ll head to the shifter hospital.” Damon fusses on me some more.
He fluffs my pillows, and makes sure I’m comfy. Then he puts aside the kit and joins me in bed. Damon drapes himself against my back, and then tightens his grip around me.
I recall what Damon told Ethan on the phone, how our life force is now joined. I can see it now, how a kind of metaphysical thread joins Damon to me. From our talks, I know I’ll inherit some of his strengths, like his inhuman regenerative abilities. Likewise, he’ll inherit some of my human weaknesses.
“What are you thinking about, Joel?” Damon asks.
“How you’re getting some of my bad human weakness,” I admit.
He gently nuzzles my neck. “I don’t consider it a weakness. Before I met you, I began to think my humanity’s fading away bit by bit, but you’re my anchor to life.”
I fall silent for a moment. “I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
Damon laughs. “Then should I tell you more sappy things more often?”
I nudge him playfully with my elbow. “It wouldn’t hurt, boss.”
Then I grow sober. “Will this really appease the council?”
Damon kisses the back of my neck. “We’ll just have to see what tomorrow brings.”