“He thinks you’re going to do something stupid and end up getting us all killed.”
“That’s ridiculous. He’s gone completely bat-shit crazy.” Damian stood and began pacing. “Maybe I need to talk to my father and let him know he should get his fucking Beta in check. The last thing I need is for this guy to talk shit about me.”
“It’s not all completely for no reason, D. You’ve done some stupid stuff before.”
Damian stopped pacing back and forth, turned and faced Jordan, and pointed his finger at him. “Yeah, so? So have you. But getting shot at by a fucking rogue buck wasn’t my fault. And as far as the Mountain Lions, we’re in good with them now. They were the only ones that had been pissed off at us before. Everything else we did doesn’t count because it was just dumb shit, not anything life-threatening.” Damian began pacing again. “Maybe I should talk to your dad myself. I’m an Alpha now. I don’t need my dad to fight my battles.”
“Damian, don’t do it. Just give him some time. And seriously, I’m going with you when you leave. It really doesn’t matter what he says. My place is with you.” Jordan huffed out a breath. “Now to just convince Mindy that she needs to be with me.”
Damian sat back down. He would refrain from confronting Jude for the time being, but he would definitely make sure to mention it in conversation tomorrow morning with his father.
“What’s going on with Mindy? I thought you told her she was your mate.”
“I did. The crazy thing about humans is they don’t believe everything we do, and they have their own crazy-ass sense of what’s supposed to happen. Like, we’ve been talking off and on all day. She wants to know if I plan to date her or if my plan is to be a caveman and toss her over my shoulder and run off into the woods with her. I have to admit, I liked the idea of tossing her over my shoulder and running off into a remote area of the woods and having my way with her, but that was the wrong answer, evidently.”
The sound of Angel’s laughter filled the room as she returned with an armful of sheets, blankets, and a pillow.
“Seriously, Jordan? You actually said that to her?” Angel asked.
“It wasn’t what I was thinking, but when she said it, it sounded pretty good to me.”
Angel doubled over laughing after she set everything down on the coffee table. She was laughing so hard, tears began streaming down her face. Just when she thought she had herself under control, she looked at Jordan and began laughing again. Damian was laughing along with her.
“I’m glad you guys think this is so funny.”
“It’s only funny because she’s a human. She probably was mortified by you saying you liked that idea.”
“So what was I supposed to say?” Jordan asked.
“You’re supposed to say you want to date her. You have to earn her trust and let her get to know you. It’s no different than when we frequent human businesses. We can’t just go in there acting like animals,” Angel said.
“Yeah, dick. Like when you were in The Canteen growling around all those people because Mindy left. You scared them. And now, your mate probably thinks you’re some savage rapist,” Damian said with a smile.
“I’d never hurt her. I’d never do anything like that. Ever,” Jordan defended himself.
“I know that, and you know that. Now, you have to convince Mindy so she knows that. Play along with her dating game. Take her out. Show her what a gentleman you can be, and let her see you aren’t drinking anymore. Win her over. She’ll be eating out of your hands in no time,” Damian said.
Angel stared at Damian. His eyes lifted and met hers.
“What?” he asked.
“Really. Is that how it’s done?” Angel asked.
Damian shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. I guess. I’ve never dealt with humans like that. Maybe.” He raised his eyebrows as she continued to hold his gaze. “Yes? No?”
Angel laughed at her mate. She thought it was funny watching him squirm at her questioning his statement. He was right, but she was surprised how quickly he backed down. “You’re right. I’m just messing with you.”
He jumped up from the chair, toppling it over backwards. “You’re going to pay for that,” he said as he took off running toward her. She screamed and ran toward the bedroom.
He trapped her in the room.
“I’m sorry,” she said, then giggled.
“You’re going to be,” he said.
“Seriously, Damian. I’m not feeling well. Please, don’t.” The smile never left her face.
“Don’t try to fool me, beautiful.” Damian inched closer. She was trapped on the side of the bed with nothing but the wall on one side and the end table behind her.
“Damian, don’t. I have to pee. Let me go.”
“Still not buying it, darling.”
Angel stood up straight and held her hands on her hips. “Fine, come get me then.” A sly smirk played on her lips.
Damian darted toward her and she flipped up onto the bed, rolling to the other side then ran out of the room. Damian was hot on her heels. She ran into the kitchen and he followed closely behind her.
“Good one, doll. But you can’t get out of here quite so easily.”
She was trapped this time. The galley-style kitchen only had one way to enter and exit, and Damian’s huge form was blocking it.
She held her hands out in front of her like she had invisible handcuffs on. “Do what you want. I’m trapped this time for sure.”
Damian closed the distance between them and hovered over her. He stared into her blue-flecked eyes. His breathing was faster than normal and she was panting.
He took a step toward her and she took a step back. They were inches apart. Damian took another step forward and Angel took another step back. With two more steps, her back was pressed against the wall. Damian raised a hand up onto each side of her head, then lowered his mouth to kiss her neck. She tilted her head away from him to give him more access. She wanted him to sink his fangs into her neck, but knew he wouldn’t.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight.
“We have a guest, remember? This can’t happen tonight,” Damian whispered in her ear. “But this, my dear, can.”
He dropped his hands and began tickling her until her legs gave out beneath her. He kept her from crumpling to the ground and hurting herself. Her laughter and giggles were music to his ears. He slowly let her sinuous body down onto the floor, where he continued to torturously tickle her.
“Stop, Damian,” she managed between laughing. “Stop, please.”
He didn’t let up. He loved that sound, and looked forward to hearing it for many years to come.
Chapter 23
Damian stayed up, talking to Jordan for an hour after Angel said good night and went to bed. It was best that she was asleep when he joined her. He knew he’d be tempted to claim her if she were awake. The ache in his loins had been growing stronger all day and was getting unbearable. Almost to the point that he’d considered relieving himself, but thought better of that idea.
He locked the bedroom door, then crawled into bed and spooned Angel’s still form, then wrapped his arm around her middle. He could feel himself begin to chub up. Her scent was weakening his resolve and her skin was incredibly soft. Geez. This is going to be a long night, he thought. She was sleeping with her breasts exposed, covered only by the sheet. The moonlight shining in through the window gave him just enough light to see her beautiful form.
His hand caressed the smooth skin of her tummy. He was fighting the urge to feel the swells of her breasts. He wanted to cup them again, like he had earlier. He wanted to suck her nipples into his mouth, one at a time, like before. He wanted to taste her sweet juices. His cock was at full mast. He scooted back from her to prevent his dick from pressing against her ass.
His hand slowly crept up her front until he could feel the bottom of her breast. He closed his eyes and imagined what could have been if Jordan hadn’t shown up. He could have already claimed his
mate and made her his.
Damian’s devilish Wolf was trying to convince him to do it anyway, but he wouldn’t do anything without her knowledge and consent. Or while she was basically unconscious.
He moved his hands up a little higher on her breast and felt her pebbled nipple under his fingertips. She was so responsive to his touch. He gently held it and gave it a slight squeeze, then sighed. He’d gotten himself all worked up for nothing. She was asleep, and he was hard as a rock. He continued to roll her nipple between his fingers and inhale the scent of her hair and her skin.
He moved his hand from her breast and let it drift down to her stomach until he touched the top of her yoga pants. He knew he should stop, but he couldn’t. His cock was throbbing as he thought about how badly he wanted to feel her wetness. He wanted so desperately to taste her.
His hand slid over her rounded hip and down her thigh. Then he stopped. He knew one of two things was going to happen. He was either going to jack himself off or he was going to wake her up. He didn’t want to do either, necessarily. He pulled his arm back from around her and rolled over with his back to his mate. He had to think of anything to get his erection to go away so he could get some sleep.
His thoughts went to Jude. His Judas. Jordan’s fucking father. Damian knew his father was going to be furious when he heard what he’d said. It wasn’t like his father hadn’t had the same thoughts, but for Jude to say it was different.
Just as Damian’s erection was slowly softening, he felt his mate stir and turn in the bed, then her fingers were on his back. She had the lightest touch he’d ever felt. It was like feathers brushing over him. Gooseflesh rose all over his body.
She moved closer to him and kissed his back lightly while letting her fingers hover across his shoulder and down his arm. Despite his efforts to pretend like he was asleep, his increased breathing was a dead giveaway that he was still awake.
Angel slid her arm beneath his, around his abs, and ran her hands over him like he’d done to her. Her sweet little kisses on his back continued. She moved her hand down farther on his stomach along his sexy V, then across until she felt the small runway of hair that went from his bellybutton all the way down. Unlike her, and much to her surprise, Damian was bare beneath the covers. She hesitated to move her hand any further.
Damian held her hand in his and helped her move it farther south to his fully-erect penis. She let him take the lead on how fast to move her hand and where to put it. He placed her hand so it was firmly holding his thick cock, then he moved it up and down, stroking him.
Angel’s breathing quickened and was much louder. “I want you, Damian,” she whispered.
“We can’t. What about Jordan?” he whispered back.
“I need you. And you need me. Maybe we can be really quiet,” she whispered again.
Damian rolled over to face her. He held her tight against him. “I don’t want you like that. I don’t want our first time together to be like that. We shouldn’t have to worry about being quiet or being careful not to wake our sleeping guest.”
“I can’t take this much more. Lying next to you, knowing you’re mine but I can’t have you is awful.” Angel pouted.
“Trust me, I know. You have no idea how badly I want you. I’m going crazy. I feel like my head’s going to explode.”
Without another word, Damian pressed his mouth against Angel’s in a desperate kiss. She opened for him and his tongue reached depths he hadn’t before. That kiss sent waves and waves of desire through Angel’s veins. Damian reached his hand down and shoved her yoga pants down. He may not have been able to claim her, but he could at least taste her.
Angel pushed and kicked at the yoga pants until she had them completely off. She rolled onto her back and pulled Damian onto her. She loved the feeling of being beneath him. She loved his muscular frame on her. She parted her legs and felt his cock settle along her slick slit. He groaned as soon as he settled into position.
“We can’t do this. No matter how badly we want to. I just don’t feel right knowing Jordan’s out there and could hear us,” Damian said.
“Isn’t there something we can do to satisfy each other?” Angel pleaded. Damian could hear the need and desperation in her voice.
He kissed her, then slowly kissed down her neck and across her collar-bone. He made his way down her chest until he landed on her left breast. He sucked her hard-as-stone nipple into his mouth while he twirled the other in his hand, then moved his mouth to the other.
He continued his journey south, kissing in random places across her tummy. He kissed below her bellybutton and stopped briefly, glancing up toward her. She looked amazing in the moonlight and in the throes of passion. His next kiss was on her mound. Unlike others he’d been with, Angel wasn’t clean-shaven. He loved that she had some hair down there. Her womanly, sexy scent was luring him to delve deeper, to continue his journey.
Against his better judgement, he didn’t stop. He kissed a little further. He parted her legs and pushed so her knees bent and were closer to her butt, exposing her pearl to him. He lowered his head and licked across her clit, then down through her lower lips. A low rumble worked its way up and came out as a growl. He finally got to taste her. She was everything he’d ever thought she’d be. Her taste was sweet as honey to him. He continued to lap at her core like he was starving.
Angel arched off the mattress as his tongue danced around her opening, then dipped inside her. Her moans were getting louder.
“Baby, take my pillow. Cover your mouth when you moan out,” Damian said in a hushed tone.
Angel did as she was told. She pulled his pillow in tight to her chest and squeezed it with all her might as he resumed licking and tongue-fucking her.
“Oh, God,” she moaned before covering her mouth with his pillow.
Damian moved his tongue back up to her clit and slid his index finger inside her channel. She writhed and moaned. Her legs closed around his face, then would open. They were like butterfly wings trying to take flight.
He continued to drag his finger out, then press it back in slowly as he sucked on her swollen bud. Within seconds, she groaned out. “Oh, damn!” She quickly covered her mouth with the pillow and screamed her release.
Damian kissed her sensitive nub, then rose from the bed and went into their bathroom to get a warm, damp washcloth to clean her up.
“What about you?” Angel asked.
“I’ll be fine.”
“No, Damian. No. I want to please you like you did me.”
“You don’t have to.” He knew she had never done anything like that before and he didn’t want her to feel obligated to do it tonight. “Seriously, I’ll be fine.”
He walked back into the bathroom with the wash cloth, and Angel followed him. She wasn’t taking no for an answer. It wasn’t that she felt like she had to do it. She wanted to do it. He was her mate. She wanted to please him.
While he stood at the sink washing his hands, she walked up behind him and rubbed her hands along his hips.
“You have a really great ass,” she said.
Damian laughed. Angel bent down and kissed him on his left cheek. He turned around so he was facing her. His cock was jutting out at full attention.
“Why’d you do that?” he asked her.
“I wanted to. I want you to know how much I love you.”
“I already know.”
“Do you?” Angel rubbed her hand across his shoulders, then her fingers walked down his chest, down across his abs, until they reached his happy trail. His cock bounced. She skimmed her hand across his stomach, following the trail of hair down to his cock, then wrapped her fingers around his shaft. She noticed the pearl of dew on his tip.
“I want to taste it,” she said. Before he could object, she licked the tip of his dick, capturing the salty sweet liquid.
“Not bad. There’s not really a lot of flavor.” She stroked him and watched the next drop bead up. She lowered her mouth and lapped up that drop, too.
“Not really. You’re supposed to suck on it. Put the whole head in your mouth and suck, then lick, then suck again.
She did as she was instructed. She heard Damian moan as she practiced how he told her to please him. Suck, then lick. Suck, then lick. She decided to try something new, suck, suck, suck, and then lick. Suck, suck, suck, and then lick. His moans grew louder. She must be doing it better with her modification.
She decided to add a few more sucks before she licked, and realized she was sucking, taking him deeper into her mouth and licking at his shaft. Damian was holding onto the sink, his eyes closed and his groans getting louder. Angel stopped.
“Do you want me to get you the pillow?” she asked.
Damian chuckled. “No, beautiful. I’ll be quiet. I promise.”
Angel took Damian’s cock back into her mouth and continued sucking. She wanted this to feel as great as he’d made her feel. She sucked a little harder, hollowing out her cheeks while moving her head back and forth.
Damian placed his hand on her head as he groaned, “You’re going to make me come.”
Angel didn’t stop; she continued to suck like she had been and moved her hand back and forth on his shaft. She felt him swell even more and then felt his release fill her mouth.
“Ahh, damn,” Damian moaned as he released his seed.
When he felt the last jerk of his cock release the last stream, he opened his eyes and looked at his Angel. She was still on the floor with her cheeks protruding, like a squirrel with a mouthful of nuts.
“You can spit that out, if you want,” Damian said. He had gotten so lost in the moment and the feeling of her sucking him off, he forgot to pull out.
She leaned over the toilet and spit out a mouthful of come. Then she went to the sink and rinsed her mouth.
“Did I do that right?” she asked.
“You did great, baby. The best.”
“Are you just saying that? I mean, don’t lie to me. If I didn’t do it right or make you happy, I need to know so I can get better.”
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