by Leilani Love
“What do I get for catching the Kat?” he asked, growling against her neck.
“Are you sure you caught her?” she taunted. She ducked under his arm and sprinted up the stairs.
Damien grabbed her ankle and Kassandra let out a squeal, falling to the stairs. She felt him crawl up her body pinning her underneath him. Unable to help herself, she laughed as his hands circled her wrists, keeping her arms over her head.
“You can keep running, Kat, but I promise, I’ll always catch you.”
Kassandra shivered. The thin barrier of her skirt and his jeans did nothing to hide the growing bulge pressing against her ass. Damien growled and gently nipped her ear. “You have three seconds to make it to my room before I take you right here on these stairs.”
Kassandra’s core tightened at the image of him taking her from behind. Knowing Damien could probably smell her arousal, she scrambled up and dashed for the bedroom after he loosened his grip.
Kassandra heard him right behind her, so she grabbed the door and tried to close it. The sound of it banging off the wall as he shoved it open caused her to squeak as she tried to run to the opposite side of the room.
Damien was right behind her, and he easily picked her up and threw her onto the bed. Damien was on her before she could bounce. When she laughed harder, she heard his growl as he playfully nipped at the back of her neck.
Wiggling under him, she turned so she was facing him. The look on his face was hungry and a shiver ran down her spine.
“Since the moment I first laid my eyes on you, I’ve been dying to see you wearing nothing but these sexy boots of yours. Your legs wrapped around my waist, my cock buried deep inside you.” His hand traveled from the top of her boot to her naked hip, as it slid underneath her skirt.
Kasandra felt Damien toying with the band of her thong, and she wrapped one leg around his hip, rolling him over to his back pinning him underneath her. She smiled at the look on his face, and bit his lower lip. “What makes you think you’ll be the one on top?”
Damien laughed as he slowly undid the buttons on her blouse. Kassandra watched him, noticing how his eyes darkened when her nipples hardened. She felt his hands slide up her stomach and then he unhooked the clasp of her bra, freeing her breast.
“I love how responsive your body is,” Damien said as he finished removing her bra tossing it to the side. His caress gentle as he cupped her breast before rolling her nipples between his fingers. Damien sat up kissing her capturing her low moan of pleasure.
Deciding he was not the only one who was going to enjoy the view, Kassandra pulled his shirt from his pants. She broke the kiss and pulled the shirt over his head.
Their breath coming in short little pants, she looked him over. Kassandra traced her fingers over the tattoo on his left shoulder, then followed with her tongue. She wondered if the design meant anything. The design was almost Celtic-like but nothing she had ever seen before.
Damien sat up as he pushed her shirt and bra off her shoulders, tossing them both to the side. Kassandra arched her back as Damien rolled her nipples between his fingers, then expertly took her breasts into his mouth. Her fingers traveled to his hair holding him to her as he sucked one sensitive nub into his mouth. Her hips rocked against his when he bit down. She was so wet she knew he could feel her against his jeans. When he bit her nipple she let out a surprised yelp before moaning as his mouth found her other breast, treating it to the same delicious torture.
Damien pushed her onto her back, and she whimpered at the loss of his touch when he sat up. Damien quickly stepped aside, removing his jeans, then joined her again on the bed. He slid his hands up her thighs and gripped the sides of her thong. The hungry look on his face made her shudder as he tore away the offending garment and tossed it over by his shirt. Her skirt wrapped high around her waist she knew she was bared for his gaze.
Kassandra licked her lips as she parted her legs and rolled her hips in invitation. Damien lips kicked up in a smile as he settled between her spread thighs, his shoulders gently pushing her thighs further apart before his tongue came out licked up her wet slit.
Kasandra moaned, her head going back as he continued to tease her. His tongue licking her slit, parting her more for him until his tongue found her clit. Her breath came out in a rush when he sucked it into his mouth before flicking it. Her hands fisted the sheets next to her hips as she panted, “Damien.” His name a plea for more.
She felt him watching her and looked down, his amber eyes almost black with desire. Kassandra automatically cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers.
When Damien growled, she could feel the vibrations on her clit. The sensation was so intense that her legs tightened around him, and her muscles quivered. Still, he held her open with his hands. She rolled her hips against his mouth trying to deepen the contact, “Please,” she whimpered.
Slowly rising above her body, he kissed her deeply. Damien’s tongue dueled with hers as he quickly entered her with one hard thrust. Kassandra gasped, feeling fuller than she’d ever felt before. His hands guided her thighs up to his hip, encouraging her to wrap her-boot clad legs around his waist.
Scratching down his back, she heard him hiss and felt his teeth as he nipped at her pulse. Her eyes widened as her teeth began to throb wanting to sink into his skin and mark him as hers. Kassandra growled and pulled on his hair forcing him to release her neck.
Kassandra quickly unwrapped her legs from around his hips. Putting her heels in the bed, she continued to meet his thrusts with ones of her own. Opening her eyes, Kassandra saw Damien watching her. She put a hand on his chest and using the muscles in her leg, forced him onto his back all the while keeping them connected. She wanted to laugh at the surprised look on his face, but when he thrust up pushing his cock deeper inside her, all she could do was moan in approval.
Hands on his chest for leverage she leaned forward just enough that her breasts brushed against his chest. Kassandra’s nipples hardened almost painfully at the contact. Brushing her lips against his, she smiled down at him before sitting up. Contracting her core around him, she swirled her hips as her hands slid up her body and cupped her breasts.
She knew he was watching her as she put on a show for him. Kassandra rolled her hips, slowing the pace and periodically contracting her core muscles around his cock. With every contraction he growled, and she had to bite her cheek to keep from grinning.
When his hands tightened on her hips, she knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. She tilted her head back and pinched her hard nipples. That small move seemed to snap his control and send him over the edge. Damien sat up with a growl as he wrapped his arms around her back, holding her to him as his eager mouth found one nipple and sucked it greedily into his mouth. His hips bucked up, thrusting harder into her.
Kassandra slid her hands into his hair as he attacked her breast with an eagerness that surprised her. His hips thrusting up to meet hers as she continued to ride him. When he released her breast, she whimpered and buried her head in his neck, her teeth throbbing painfully with the need to bite him.
His teeth scraped her neck, she knew what he was about to do. Panicked, but too far gone to stop her hips from moving with her release so close, she pulled hard on his hair forcing his head back and gave in to the urge to sink her teeth into the base of his neck.
Damien’s growl echoed off the walls, and the sudden rush of pleasure sent her over the edge. His hips thrust faster, harder into her core, and she felt the warmth of his seed as they both came together.
When she finally started to come down, Kasandra realized she was still holding his neck with her teeth—and gripping his hair. Instinct took over and her tongue licked at his neck, knowing the metallic taste was his blood.
Kassandra released his hair and felt him kiss along her neck as he slowly rolled to his back taking her with him. She was unable to stop the moan that escaped her as she felt him soften and slip from her core. “Oh my dear Kat, I’m no
t even close to being done with you,” he whispered as they lay together, her on top of him.
“I must be hurting you,” she whispered, but Damien held her tight.
They lay in his bed with her on top of him as he gently stroked her back. She tried to roll to his side only to have him hold her tight and not release her. Kassandra wiggled on him and laughed when he suddenly rolled her to her back, settling his hips between her thighs.
“Not only does my Kitty Kat bite, she loves to be petted,” Damien said, running his calloused palm against her cheek. Kasandra blushed.
Kassandra’s eyes flew open to see him smiling down at her. Her eyes going to the bite on his neck, remembering how she had the overwhelming urge to bite him and the pleasure she’d felt the second her teeth sank into his skin. Kassandra had always loved to bite during sex but she never had an urge that she couldn’t suppress and she never remembered breaking the skin to the point where she could taste their blood.
“Awe, I thought a guy like you enjoyed being bitten,” Kassandra teased, her eyes drawn to his swollen lips.
CHAPTER 16
Damien couldn’t help but smile as he nibbled on her lips. She had marked him as hers, and the pleasure of her teeth sinking in his flesh had been exquisite. He wanted to do the same to her, but Kassandra was human and wouldn’t know the significance of her bite. Damien wanted the time to be right.
“To be honest, if anyone before you ever bit me, I never noticed,” he whispered against her jaw as he kissed his way to one of her earlobes before sucking it into his mouth.
He pulled back and sighed as he caught the time on the clock. He knew soon he would have to get ready to leave and he found himself torn. He didn’t want to leave her but wasn’t sure she would be safe if she came.
His mother’s soft whisper interrupted his thoughts. Trust in your mate, Damien, all will be well. Have faith, my son. With those words, Damien looked down at Kassandra, kissing her once before he slowly pulled away from her and walked to the bathroom.
Cleaning himself up, he grabbed a clean cloth, got it wet and brought it to her. She blushed as she took it from him saying thank you. He turned away from her, giving her some privacy. When she got up, he watched her as she walked into the bathroom. His eyes were drawn to the curve of her ass and he bit back a groan. He wished he could spend the rest of the evening exploring the rest of her body, instead he needed to see what the dragon prince thought he knew about his mother.
When she stepped from the bathroom wearing one of his undershirts he’d left in there earlier, he had to smile. She should have looked ridiculous in those boots and his shirt but instead, he could not have found her sexier. Damien reached out and grabbed her hand pulling her hard onto his lap as he sat at the foot of the bed.
“You should put on that black outfit you wore to break into my house when we go out tonight,” he said, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
Kassandra tensed. “I didn’t think you were going to let me go with you tonight.”
As he tried to think of the right words, he slowly let out a deep breath. “Figured it might be safer to bring you with me than leave you here to get into trouble. Just promise me you’ll listen to what I say tonight.”
She nodded, a bright smile playing on her lips. “I can do that.”
He narrowed his eyes, not fully believing her. “Please don’t make me regret this.” He mumbled releasing her hip to run his fingers threw his hair.
Kassandra kissed him and he could feel her smiling against his lips, “I promise to be on my best behavior.”
With a growl he smacked her ass and helped her to her feet. “I’m going to take a quick shower and get ready to go. If you really want to come, you better be dressed and ready to go when I’m finished.”
Damien took a quick shower, wanting to wash the smell of sex off him before meeting with Dmitri. The decision to take Kassandra with him tonight might come back to haunt him. Impulsive was not a word he would ever think anyone would use to describe him. He had a funny feeling if he didn’t let her go, she would either be gone before he got back or she would follow him. Kassandra had seemed curious since he mentioned it this morning.
After drying off, he studied the bite mark in the mirror. It would never fully heal and would always mark him as Kassandra’s mate. Tonight, when they got back, he’d take her from behind and mark her as his. Tomorrow morning, he’d have to explain what he was, and he hoped she wouldn’t completely freak out. His conscience nagged at him, pointing out that he should tell her before leaving the mark. The fact that he already bore her mark, even if she didn’t know that was what she was doing at the time, made it easy for him to shake that thought.
The fact that she was so receptive to his touch made him think he could talk her into staying with him, after he explained what he was. If he had to make love to her over and over to convince her—well, he was more than okay with that.
When he stepped out of the bathroom, he saw Kassandra had left the room. When he went downstairs, he found her standing by the sliding glass doors, wearing the same black outfit he’d suggested. Her hair was braided and hung all the way down her back.
He slid his hands around her waist, nuzzling her neck and inhaling her distinct cherry-and-vanilla smell. He smiled in masculine pride when he could smell himself on her.
“We’re going to take the Ducati. You can use my sister’s helmet. The boys didn’t see one when they brought your bike in the garage last night,” Damien said as he slowly released her.
“I could just take my bike,” Kassandra volunteered as he led her into the garage.
Damien shook his head. “No, they’d notice two bikes—I’m supposed to come alone. This way I can drop you off somewhere safe to watch while I go to the meeting.”
Kassandra tilted her head, clearly thinking it over. Finally, she nodded, and he handed her the helmet before closing the garage door and leading her to the driveway.
Kassandra grabbed his arm just as he was about to swing his leg over. “I didn’t sleep with you to get you to change your mind about taking me.”
Unable to help himself, he pulled her to him for a quick, hard kiss. “I didn’t change my mind because you slept with me.”
“That’s good. But you should know I was just planning on following you. If that makes it easier.”
Despite himself, he laughed. “If you want to talk while we ride, the helmets have mics. Hope likes to backseat drive when she rides with me, so she wanted to make sure I could hear her.” Damien stated as he turned on the bike.
Damien could hear Kassandra’s laugh when she leaned into him as they left. The meeting was to take place in an old park that no one went to anymore. The day before Kassandra came into his life he had checked it out, debating about asking Robert to come with him. There was a spot with a good cover that would also allow her to have a good view of what was going on.
The way her body moved with his as they took a turn, he knew she was comfortable on a bike and the one she owned was not just for show. Her hands slid up and under his jacket and shirt, he almost jumped when her icy hands touched his warm skin.
“I was cold,” he heard over the headset in the helmet.
Kassandra began to slide her fingers along his stomach and he chuckled, “If you keep teasing me like that, I will find a way to warm up more than your talented fingers.”
With his hearing, he was able to pick up her short inhale of breath as her fingers paused just above his jeans. He wondered if she was going to lower them. Instead they slid along the top of his jeans just teasing him and he chuckled, “Who’s the chicken now?”
“Maybe I just want to make sure you can actually drive this beautiful bike before I distract you.” Kassandra stated with a touch of huskiness in her voice as Damien felt her lean harder against him. Even with both of their jackets on, he could feel her breasts pressing against him and he held back a growl.
An image of him taking her on his bike, flashed through hi
s mind. Kassandra in front of him, leaning back naked and her legs over his as her breasts bounced with each thrust. His cock hardened, pressing hard against his zipper.
Kassandra slid one of her hands over his cock, and he heard a soft purr from the headset. “Better calm down, big boy; we’ll have plenty of time for whatever you’re thinking after your little meeting.”
Damien’s wolf howled in protest. It wanted to take her right then and there, and mark her as his, keeping all the other supernatural males away. But marking her before this meeting would have made her a beacon to Dmitri. When Robert first marked Alyssa, the scent of him covered her for weeks. If she bore his mark, Dmitri would try to use that information in an attempt to manipulate him. No, waiting until the meeting was finished would help keep her safe.
CHAPTER 17
Despite her best intentions to concentrate on the task at hand, Kassandra kept thinking about how she’d bit into Damien during sex. She shouldn’t have, but the urge was overwhelming and the pleasure after…more intense than anything she’d felt before. With his jacket, Kassandra couldn’t tell if her bite mark was still on him. If it was anything but a mate’s mark, his wolf would have healed it in a matter of minutes.
Since Damien didn’t bite her, the connection she heard Chase and Viktor talking about wouldn’t be complete. The fact that she was picking up on his desire for her and his slight frustration, she chalked up to just being able to read people. That little nagging feeling in the back of her mind about how aware she was of his feelings, she decided was her over-active imagination and conflicting feelings.
Coming back to the present, she noticed Damien slow as he neared a neglected park. Bushes and weeds had long since covered the playground and all the benches. On the far side where he pulled up, a wall looked about ready to crumble.
When he came to a stop, he put down the kickstand looking around before he finally turned off the bike. Kassandra slowly slid her hands along his stomach one last time before unwrapping her arms from around his waist.