CHAPTER 7: Desires – Part 1/2
I was sitting in my room reading a book when Damon burst into the room. “Anna informed me that you didn’t eat dinner; why?” He asked, his tone filled with irritation.
I shrugged. “I’m not hungry,” I said without looking in his direction.
“Why the fuck not?” The anger in Damon’s voice was evident as he clenched his teeth together, holding back how angry he was.
“Because I’m not.” I still didn’t look at him. Damon was the last person I wanted to see right now.
He groaned loudly. “Stop being a fucking child; you need to eat.” He snapped.
I looked up, meeting his gaze and glared daggers at him, then threw my book at him, but of course, he caught it.
He raised an eyebrow. “Really? Throwing shit at me now? You are a fucking child.” He tossed the book down on the floor.
I got off the bed and stood to my feet. Then, looking down at the nightstand and I grabbed the lamp. I knew I was acting slightly childish, but at this moment, I was so furious with Damon that I just didn’t care.
He narrowed his eyes at me in warning. “Don’t you fucking dare, Amelia.”
I ripped it out from the wall and was about to throw it at him when suddenly he was in front of me. Damon grabbed the lamp from me and threw it across the room, shattering it to pieces. He stood there, chest heaving, nostrils flared, and jaw so tense, I thought it would break.
I narrowed my eyes. “Now, who’s the child, Damon,” I said, emphasizing his name.
His lip twitched, and then he did something I honestly didn’t expect. Damon cupped my face with his hands before smashing his lips with mine and devouring my mouth. I was in complete shock, unable to move or react. Why the hell is he kissing me?
I didn’t react at first, due to the surprise. But then something happened that I had never experienced before. Sparks started to flow through me, and I gave in, wrapping my arms around him securely and kissing him back. My skin felt like it was on fire, yet tingly; it was the oddest sensation. Everything felt right suddenly, Damon felt right, and I wanted him.
The way his mouth and tongue moved against mine was so alluring and skilled. This man had me in the palm of his hand at this moment. I had never had a man kiss me this way with such passion and desire.
I wrapped my legs around his torso, and he gripped my ass, firmly holding me up. Damon didn’t waste any time as he walked over to the bed and threw me down on the mattress. His hands and mouth were all over my body, feeling and tasting every inch of me hungrily, savagely. A moan escaped my lips, and his chest vibrated as a growl emanated from him.
He captured my lips again with his, then started to plant soft kisses down my neck, trailing to my collarbone. His one hand gently caressed my breast, while the other was tightly gripping my hip; he slowly moved down, continuing to kiss my skin.
Damon gripped the ends of my shirt and lifted it over my head, revealing a pink lacy bra. He stopped and examined the material. The bra had come from Ruth, and this was the only thing she had that fit me.
His eyes focused on mine. “Who have you worn this for?” He asked through slightly gritted teeth.
I rolled my eyes at his jealous demeanour. “Shut up and kiss me.” I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him. He hesitated for a second and tried to pull back, obviously not liking my answer, but he almost instantly gave in and kissed me back.
I released his neck and reached back to unhook my bra, freeing my aching breasts. I felt self-conscious about revealing so much to Damon, but I also felt safe doing it. He stared down at my half-naked form, drinking in the sight of my exposed flesh, then an approving growl slipped from his lips before he devoured my left breast with his mouth.
He sucked and nipped on my erect bud gently but with a small amount of pressure, creating just the right amount of pleasure and pain. I began to squirm as the pleasure built between my legs.
“Oh, Damon.” I moaned out as I gripped onto his hair.
His one hand began rubbing my stomach, then slipped under my shorts and went straight to my wet, throbbing pussy. His fingers glided along my folds, paying extra attention to my clit, as he rubbed circles around it.
His fingers slipped inside me, causing me to release a loud moan. Then, he began pumping them in and out, slow and deep, as he continued sucking my breast with his mouth.
Moans continued to spill from my mouth, becoming louder and louder with each thrust of his fingers. My orgasm was at its peak now and ready to be released. Damon’s fingers curled inside of me, hitting that magical spot, and I screamed his name as my orgasm erupted from my body, leaving me a weak and gasping mess underneath of him.
He trailed kisses up my chest and to my lips. Damon kissed me hard before lifting himself off me and standing to his feet.
Damon stared at his hand before putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking my juices off them.
“Mmm.” He growled out, then winked at me and left the room. Only to leave me lying on the bed, confused and bewildered at what just happened.
I hadn’t seen Damon at all today, and to be honest, I was kind of happy about that, especially after last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, the way he made me feel, the way he kissed me, the way he touched me. I was a little embarrassed and ashamed of myself, primarily for being so intimate with someone that I didn’t fully know.
After I had finished my breakfast, I decided to do some more reading; this time, I chose a book on Greek mythology.
After leaving her room, I jumped into the shower and froze myself. Trying my hardest to calm the urge to go back in there and claim Amelia as mine, sinking my cock deep inside her. I wanted to remind myself of the consequences if I mated with her, but the urge to do so was becoming more potent by the minute, and what I just did, doesn’t help.
The morning had come too soon, and I woke up with the most painful erection as she consumed my dreams. I walked over to the adjoining door and pressed my palm against the cool wooden door, wanting more than anything to walk in there and make her scream my name again, but I pulled myself back and once again had another cold shower.
I finished in the shower, then threw on some clothes and opened my door, but I froze before entering the hallway. I saw Amelia, with her head peeking out of her door, frantically looking around. “Hmm, it seems as though someone is trying to avoid me.” I chuckled and wondered if she was weakening around me, just as I was around her.
I was never a fan of humans, and my father raised me to believe that they are monsters. Still, she was different for so many reasons, and the thought of me going against sacred werewolf law so that I could be with her was something I was thoroughly considering every waking minute. But, unfortunately, my father enacted the law when he became Alpha, and since then, the rule has been heavily enforced. But what if I could change that and prove that not all humans are monsters, that only some are, just like our kind when it comes to rogues.