Angel smiled, then lifted her head and wiped the water from her eyes. “Thanks. You’re very beautiful, too.”
He smiled.
Her eyes took him in, from his head, slowly moving down his torso, stopping on his impressive erection. She gasped before returning her gaze to his.
The tingling feeling that had stirred in her stomach began again, and she felt an ache between her legs. Her heartbeat and breathing sped up. She wiggled her fingers as her lips barely parted. She felt light-headed. This must be a dream, she thought as she felt herself slightly sway back and forth.
Damian closed the distance between them and wrapped one arm around her lower back and the other hand twined in her hair as he held her head gently, lowering his lips to meet hers.
She felt like she was melting in his strong grip. He held her tight, but not too tight. His kiss was strong, but not abrasive. And his cock pressed against her in a way that made her want to crawl up his body and beg him to make love to her.
His hand that was splayed on her lower back began to explore her lower half, rubbing over her hip, then across her rounded butt cheek.
He rotated them so he was standing closer to being under the shower head, then he pulled her in tighter to him, emphasizing his need to claim her. He slid his hand from her cheek up to meet his other hand. He had both entwined in her hair. Slowly, he walked her back a couple steps until her back was flush against the shower wall, never breaking their bond.
Angel’s eyes were hooded; she moaned as Damian leaned down slightly and caressed along the back of her thigh before pulling her leg up around his hip. He stroked his length between her slick lower lips. Her low mewls and moans were driving him crazy and caused a growl to rumble deep in his chest.
Damian wanted her desperately. His heart was thundering, and he could feel the blood pounding in his veins. His need had mounted so incessantly that he felt like he’d lose control as soon as he felt the warmth of her wrapped around him. He gently pressed against her opening, but never pushed inside her. He knew she wasn’t quite ready, but he planned to help get her there.
He wanted to make love to her. He wanted nothing more than to make sure she was worshipped and pleased properly, exactly as she deserved to be. She was his Alpha mate.
Ring. Ring. Bang! Bang! Bang! Ring. Ring.
“Fuck!” Damian growled as he pulled back from Angel.
“Who is that?” Angel asked. “Were you expecting someone?”
“No. The asshole at the door obviously needs to be put in their place, though.”
“It might be important,” she said.
“To me, there’s nothing more important than you.” He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Angel smiled at him, then took the body wash and began lathering her legs as Damian closed the shower door. Within what seemed like seconds, she heard the bathroom door click shut.
Damian tugged down his shirt and pulled on his jeans, and then stomped to the front door. He glanced at the clock and saw it was a quarter past eight. Before he opened it, he voiced his displeasure at being interrupted.
“This better fucking be important!” he yelled from behind the closed door. He unlocked the door and pulled it open.
“Hello to you, too, Damiano.” Thor stood before him with one hand on his hip, shaking his head.
“Father,” Damian said. He was only half sorry for hollering through the door, especially seeing that it was his father on the other side. But he was still furious that he and his mate had been interrupted.
Thor pushed his way past his son and entered the home. “We need to talk. My investigator has been doing some digging to find out who that Buck was that kidnapped your mate.”
“Hold that thought for a minute. I’ll be right back,” Damian said much more harshly than he’d intended.
Damian rushed into the bedroom and gathered clothes for Angel, then made his way into the bathroom. He told Angel his father had come to visit and that he wouldn’t be back as he’d expected, and that he wanted her to come out and meet him.
As Damian left the bathroom, he heard the water turn off and the shower door open and close. He walked back in to where his father had made himself comfortable on the sofa.
“So, about this Buck?” Damian questioned.
“Is everything okay here? You were rushing around like there was a fire,” Thor said. His head was cocked to the side as he looked at his son. “Is your mate okay? Do I need to get Trinity for her?”
“Everything’s fine. My mate, Angel, is doing fine. We went out for a hunt when I came back from seeing Jordan and we were just cleaning up.”
“I’m confused. The last update I received she was barely eating anything and wasn’t able to shift. When did that change?”
“I was as surprised as you are when I got back earlier. Trinity was leaving and was all smiles when I saw her and I asked how my mate was doing. She told me to go inside to see for myself, and there she was, sitting on the sofa. She’d shifted into the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“That’s great news. Will I get to meet her anytime soon?”
Angel opened the bathroom door and slowly stepped across the threshold. She was happy for the thick carpeted flooring, and loved the feel of the fibers on her bare feet. She walked in to the living room where the voices were coming from.
Damian stood when he saw her come around the corner. She looked amazing in his T-shirt that fit her like an oversized dress and the yoga pants Trinity had left for her. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and looked like spun gold on top of her head. He smiled and held his hand out for her to come join him. Thor stood and turned in Angel’s direction.
“Hello,” she said in her soft, angelic voice. She moved so close to Damian’s right side that she could feel his warmth, and she intertwined their fingers as she held his hand in hers.
Damian spoke up to do the introductions before Thor had a chance to respond to her. “Angel, this is my father, Thor. He’s Alpha of this Pack. Father, this is my soul-mate, Angel.”
Thor reached out and shook Angel’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Angel. Certainly these are much better circumstances than before. How are you feeling? Is there anything you need?”
“I’m very happy to meet you, too. I’m feeling so much better.” Angel gave Damian’s hand a squeeze. “I have everything I need, thank you for asking.”
“Your mother will be thrilled to hear this news. And, of course, you know she’ll be here first thing in the morning to meet Angel. Perhaps the two of you can join us for breakfast. That will spare you from having the door pounded down.”
Like you just did, Damian thought. Damian and Angel looked at each other and smiled.
“We’d love that. What time should we be there?” Damian asked.
“Come by around eight o’clock. We’ll eat shortly after that. Then you and I can finish our chat after breakfast. Angel and Calista can get to know each other while we talk,” Thor said.
“We’ll be there,” Damian said.
Chapter 21
“You need me?” Damian asked playfully. He held his index finger under her chin to hold her gaze.
“I do need you,” Angel said. Her face flushed. She’d never talked like this before, and didn’t want her mate to think she was being too forward.
“Or do you just want me for my body?” Damian joked.
Angel shifted her weight from one foot to the other and looked away. Damian could tell she was getting a little uncomfortable, but he wasn’t ready to let up. He wanted to see how far she’d let him egg her on.
“I want you, too. You’re my soul-mate. I’m supposed to want you and need you, right? Not just your body, but everything about you.” She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and smirked. “But you do have a smoking hot body.”
Damian chuckled. He’d heard so many women say that in the past. Back then it fed his already-inflated ego. But hearing it
from his mate made him genuinely smile. He wanted to always stay in shape and impress her. He wanted her to always think he was hot.
Damian stepped a little closer and nudged Angel with his shoulder. “You’re pretty freaking hot yourself.”
She smiled and looked at the floor. “Thank you.”
Damian leaned down. “Look at me, Angel.”
She slowly raised her eyes to meet his. He pulled at the sticks she’d used to hold her hair up. She shook her head and her golden locks fell slowly, cascading down her back.
Damian’s hand was drawn to her blond strands. He ran his fingers through her tresses along her scalp. Angel closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and lolled her head into his touch. His fingers roamed through her mane, caressing her scalp. Her hair felt like silk.
With his hand holding her by the nape of her neck, Damian lowered his lips onto her inviting mouth. She opened for him immediately, and their tongues danced together.
Angel loved Damian’s taste. She loved everything about him. He looked so rugged and tough, yet was incredibly gentle with his touch and his kisses. She felt safer than she ever had before. She knew he’d never do anything to hurt her. Her arms encircled his waist, holding him snugly against her.
His warmth was overwhelming in a good way. She felt like she was reducing to a mere puddle of melted wax that he could shape and mold however he pleased. Her heart was so full of love for the man of her dreams. The Goddess picked the right one for sure, she thought. She knew she’d do anything for him. Anything.
Damian’s hands traveled slowly and softly down Angel’s spine until he stopped at her lower back. His hands wrapped around her waist and he hoisted her up. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. Damian held her buttocks in his hands, kept her lips captive by his own, and walked them both into their bedroom.
The butterflies and tingling deep inside Angel increased with each step. She was nervous and excited. She wanted her mate to claim her. To mark her and make her his forever, but she was scared the physical connection of their bodies would be far more painful than she’d been told to expect. Still, she wanted to give him everything he wanted to take, and to be the mate he deserved.
When they made it to the bed, Damian sat on the edge with Angel still clinging to him. Her legs loosened around his midsection and she moved back slightly while shifting the positioning of her legs so she was straddling him. She had moved into position just enough to feel his swollen manhood beneath her.
Angel moaned as she gently moved back and forth over his bulge, remembering the feeling from when they were in the shower. Remembering how much she was anticipating feeling him inside her.
Damian lay back on the bed, pulling Angel down on top of him. Their mouths parted during the jostling.
“I need you so badly, Angel,” Damian whispered.
“I’m yours.”
His mouth claimed hers again and his arms pulled her tighter to him. His hard cock was begging to be freed and was threatening to bust through the zipper. Angel positioned her heat over Damian’s bulge and rocked her hips back and forth, feeling him rub against her clit. The sensation was like nothing she’d ever felt before, but a feeling she was craving.
Damn her. She’s going to make me come in my pants, he thought.
Damian rolled them over so Angel was beneath him. He used his knee to part her legs so he could fit between them. He propped himself up on his elbows.
“We have on too many clothes,” he said. He stood up and tugged the hem of his shirt until he had it pulled off over his head. With a flip of his wrist, the shirt was tossed onto the floor near the chest of drawers.
He slowly unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them. He pushed them down over his hips, freeing his hard cock from its prison. He stood before his beautiful mate, completely naked.
“Sit up,” Damian said, and he held out his hand to help her up. Instead of just helping her to a sitting position, he pulled her up to stand beside him. It was time to unwrap his prize.
He leaned down and gently lifted the T-shirt up and over her head, exposing her perfect tits with tan-colored nipples. Damian hadn’t had much opportunity in the shower to study them, or taste them. Without hesitation, Damian cupped them both before lowering his head and taking one into his mouth, then the other. Perfection, he thought.
Angel moaned in pleasure as Damian licked and sucked on her nipples. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs. Her hands threaded in his hair, holding him tight to her. She lowered her head and kissed his hair, then pushed it back off his face and kissed his forehead. She never wanted this feeling to end.
Damian slid his hands down to her waist, sliding his finger along her skin inside the yoga pants’ waist. He grabbed them and slid them down over her curvy hips and thighs. He knelt on the floor in front of her to help her step one foot out of them, then the other. The scent of her arousal was nearly too much to bear. He leaned in toward her crotch and deeply took her fragrance into his lungs.
“Have a seat,” Damian said. His voice was husky with need. He needed to taste her. He needed to claim her. He needed everything about her.
Angel sat on the bed with her legs slightly parted. Damian pressed her knees wider and moved between them. Her legs were shaking and her pussy was dripping wet. He leaned in closer, within inches of her mound, and his mouth began to water as he edged closer and closer to licking and tasting her.
Ring. Ring.
“What in the actual fuck is going on tonight?” Damian fumed.
“Ignore it. Let’s pretend like we aren’t here,” Angel said. The look in her eyes was almost enough for Damian to go along with her suggestion.
“It might be my mother. She knows we’re here because I’m sure she and my father have talked already. I can’t just ignore her.”
“You’re right.” Angel inhaled deeply and then exhaled while rolling her eyes.
“Go ahead and put your clothes back on. Hopefully she doesn’t stay long.” Damian pulled on his shirt and jeans, again. He was extremely annoyed that they weren’t getting any alone time.
Chapter 22
“What are you doing here?” Damian asked.
“I hate to ask you this, but do you mind if I stay on your couch tonight?” Jordan asked.
Damian leaned against the door-frame and crossed his arms over his chest. “What? Why?”
“It’s my parents. Dude, they’re driving me absolutely crazy. Ever since I went home earlier they’ve done nothing but hound me about not leaving again. And even worse, they keep asking me about Mindy.” Jordan stopped talking and took a breath. “I don’t ask you for a lot, but I really need you to just let me stay here tonight so I can get some peace and quiet, and so I can think.”
Angel walked out to where Damian was standing. She wrapped her arms around him and looked up into his eyes. “Let him in, Damian. Don’t force him back home. Or worse.”
Damian shrugged his shoulders. “Come on.” He stepped aside so Jordan could come in, then shut and locked the door behind him.
“Thanks a lot, you two. Hey, wait.” It finally dawned on Jordan that Damian wasn’t alone. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Could my Alpha really have another woman with him while his mate was recovering? Jordan thought.
“Angel, this is Jordan, my other Beta. Jordan, this is our angel, and my mate. And believe it or not, her name really is Angel.” Damian kissed her forehead. He knew any thoughts of claiming her tonight had flown out the window when Jordan walked in the door.
“Wow. It’s so nice to meet you, Angel. Thank you for saving us back in the woods. I might have been dead if it wasn’t for you. I sure hope Damian told you how risky that was to jump that crazy buck, but that was also some really cool-ass, wolf-style, Bruce Lee-type shit.” He covered his mouth. Damian scowled at his Beta. “Sorry for the language.”
“It’s nice to meet you, too. And you’re welcome. Damian tried to stop me that day, but I couldn
’t let that lunatic hurt any of you. Especially knowing my mate was one of his targets.” She stepped closer to Damian and held his hand in hers. “Can I get you anything to eat or drink?”
“Nah, I’m good. We ate before I left. Thank you, though.”
“No problem. Feel free to help yourself if you change your mind,” she said.
Jordan sat down and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. Damian cleared his throat. Jordan looked up at his Alpha, then took his feet off the furniture.
“I’m going to go find some extra linens and a pillow for Jordan,” Angel said to Damian. He threaded his fingers through her hair and lowered his mouth onto hers. His craving wasn’t going away despite the fact that his cock-blocking Beta was sitting on his couch.
“Am I interrupting you guys?” Jordan said.
Angel pulled back from Damian. “No. Absolutely not.”
Damian’s facial expression said otherwise. His eyes had tightened and his lips were pressed tight together. But he knew better than to tell his friend to get out after Angel had already extended the invitation for him to stay.
Damian sat in the chair that was closest to where Jordan was sitting on the couch. “You’re fine. Don’t worry about it. We’re good, right, baby?” Damian questioned.
“We’re more than good.” She leaned down and kissed his cheek then mussed his already-disheveled hair.
“I don’t want to intrude,” Jordan said.
“Shut the fuck up, Jordan. Seriously. You’re staying, and that’s that. Period.” Damian gave him stern look.
“So what’s going on with your parents? What’s the reason they don’t want you to grow up and do big boy things?” Damian chuckled. “Your father has been my dad’s Beta forever. You’d think he’d want you to get out and become your own man.”
“It’s not that he doesn’t want that for me, he just thinks, well, he thinks that, um --” Jordan stopped talking.
“Fucking say it,” Damian growled.
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