Ruby;
“Who’s your mate?” I asked, attempting to mask the ache in my chest beneath a veil of nonchalance.
“Ruby, I understand you’re upset, and you have every right to be. But trust me, it’s not what you think. There’s an explanation for all of this, but before I get into it, Damian’s voice trailed off as his gaze shifted to the other men in the tent.
“Out!” His command was sharp, sending the men scurrying out of the tent, leaving us alone in the bloody aftermath.
“Ruby,” Damian began, but I cut him off before he could say anything more.
“Don’t say my name. Just make this madness stop, please, because it’s all your doing,” I breathed out, feeling the pain in my core intensify.
“Are you giving me permission to touch you?” His question held a hint of mischief, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. All I could manage was a reluctant nod.
His lips curved up in a half-smile, and his eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, like they had stars sending an unexpected flutter through my chest. I could hear my wolf purring in the back of my mind.
“Fuck mate,” my wolf howled, and it seemed like Damian could read my thoughts. His eyes darkened to pitch black, and his gaze zeroed in on my lips. I felt exposed, like prey under the watchful eyes of a hunter. His chest rose and fell with each breath, and I could sense him undressing me with his eyes.
“Little mate, do not test me,” he warned as he grabbed my wrist.
“I am not your mate, Damian. I just need you to fuck me,” I retorted, defiance laced in my words. His jaw clenched at my boldness, and he pulled me upright, pressing me harder into the bedding of the tent. My head smacked against his chest, igniting sparks of desire that roared across my skin.
“But I just don’t want to fuck you. I want you for myself,” he husked, his voice thick with jealousy.
I wanted to retort, to remind him of all the reasons he didn’t deserve me, especially with his selfish intentions of bringing back his dead mate at my expense. But as his fingers traced lightly up my arms, sending prickling sensations coursing through my body, I found myself speechless.
His touch was electric, sending tingles across my skin as his hand settled firmly on the back of my neck. His grip was strong, almost desperate, as if he feared I might slip away at any moment.
And I sure will after this.
“Take me home, Damian,” I commanded, succumbing to my desire despite the resentment simmering within me. With a swift motion, Damian lifted me into his arms, effortlessly carrying me despite my feeble protests to walk.
His arms around my waist sent shivers down my spine, but amidst the turmoil of emotions, I couldn’t deny the sense of safety that enveloped me in his embrace, and I was grateful that he had come to my rescue.
The full moon hung overhead, casting an eerie glow over us, yet Damian’s navigated through the darkness with ease, guided by his keen werewolf senses.
He carried me through the forest, racing through the night; every part of my body became acutely aware of him. I couldn’t help but notice the strength in his arms and the firmness of his grip, contrasting with the vulnerability I felt in his presence.
As we neared his house, I knew he would take me to his bedroom, where we could find safety and privacy. But something inside me stirred-a desire I hadn’t fully acknowledged until now.
With a nervous flutter in my chest, I found myself speaking up. “Damian, wait,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Could you take me to your office instead?” His eyebrows furrowed in surprise, but he nodded, sensing the desire in my voice.
Without a word, he changed course, guiding us towards his office with the same determination as before. As we entered the dimly lit room, a feeling of anticipation coursed through me, and I met Damian’s gaze with trembling breaths, my heart racing in my chest.
“I’ve… I’ve been having this fantasy,” I admitted, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
“Of you placing me on your desk,” I confessed, watching as Damian’s eyes widened in surprise. But soon, a slow grin spread across his face, a spark of desire flickering in his gaze.
Without a word, he lowered me gently onto the smooth surface of his desk, his touch sending electric tingles down my spine. As he leaned in closer, his warm breath teased my skin.
I knew I could still push him away and flee, but the heat of desire mingled with curiosity urged me to stay. I wanted to explore this new and exhilarating dynamic between us, even if I knew it might lead to regret later.
“This doesn’t change anything,” I muttered, just before his lips met mine. He paused, his gaze searching mine, and his hands tenderly caressed my face. But I resisted, refusing to succumb to his touch.
Seeing my swift retreat, Damian’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, and through our bond, I felt his heartache.
“You are mine,” he declared suddenly, lifting me from the table and pressing me against the wall. His fingers tangled in my hair, bringing our faces close, but we didn’t kiss. Instead, he nudged his nose against mine lightly, a gesture of both affection and frustration.
“I’m not. I don’t belong to you, and I certainly don’t care about you. I just want you to pleasure me,” I countered confidently, feeling the heat of his body against mine, igniting a primal desire within me.
Shut up and fuck me already.
“You’re lying,” he whispered, his shoulders tensing with intensity. I rolled my eyes, feeling a surge of impatience coursing through me as my body yearned for his touch.
“Damian, you lied to me and broke into my home to steal and make a copy of my magic book just for your benefit. Don’t expect me to ever trust you,” I started, my tone firm but laced with underlying disappointment.
“This between us is just lust,” I continued, trying to mask the vulnerability that lingered beneath my confident facade.
Damian’s expression softened, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes as he spoke, his breath hot against my skin.
“I’m sorry, Ruby. I never meant to hurt you. I was a fool back then, and I deserve your hatred,” he apologised sincerely, but I couldn’t let myself be swayed by his words. I knew better than to fall for his tricks.
But before I could respond, he added, “Let me make it up to you. I’ll show you just how much you mean to me.”
His suggestion caught me off guard, and I shook my head.
“No, Damian. Nothing will change my mind. I won’t be your Luna, so consider finding another woman for the ceremony tomorrow. I just want you to fuck me, but if that’s too hard, let me know so that I can find someone else instead,” I smirked, refusing to be swayed by his charms.
But Damian’s gaze darkened with jealousy; his desire was evident. in his next words. “Then let me fuck you into changing your mind,” he proposed bluntly, and I found myself nodding eagerly, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us. It has been almost a decade since I last had sex, and my whole body craved it.
As my core shook impatiently, Damian moved to lock the door, his movements deliberate and purposeful. He then lifted me by my waist and sat me back on the desk, his eyes blazing with raw desire.
Finally, some action.
“I’ve fantasised about pounding into this pussy every day, and now here you are. I’m going to fuck you so hard, and the only name you’ll be calling out is mine,” he growled, his words sending a shiver down my spine as anticipation flooded my senses.
He dropped to his knees, lifting my dress and pulling my panties aside. His gaze fixed on my freshly shaved pussy like it was a masterpiece.
“Oh, my goddess,” he murmured, his tongue teasing my clit and sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
“Fuck, Damian, that feels amazing.” I moaned, but a sharp slap on my clit silenced me.
“Right now, you call me sir, master, or daddy. Understood?” He commanded, his dominance igniting a new excitement within me.
Master? What the hell?
“Yes, sir,” My wolf responded eagerly as he replaced his tongue with his fingers, skillfully pleasuring me until I reached the brink of ecstasy.
As my orgasm washed over me, I felt his cock pressing against my entrance, and before I could react, he thrust into me, a mixture of pain and pleasure enveloping me in a euphoric haze.
“This time, princess, it’s all about me. I need this. You can have the next one,” he asserted, his thrusts becoming relentless. I surrendered to the pleasure, relishing in the sensation of his cock pounding into me.
As we reached the peak of ecstasy, I begged for him to slow down, but he only quickened his pace, driving me to new heights of pleasure. Feeling his climax approaching, I welcomed the warmth of his release coating my walls as I reached my own climax once again.
After he pulled out, he lifted me up and guided me to his office couch, instructing me to get on my knees with my ass up and face down. “You look beautiful with my seed running down your leg,” he praised, igniting a fire of desire within me.
Without hesitation, he entered me again, this time with slow, deep strokes that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I pressed into him, craving his every movement as he filled me completely. But just as I was on the brink of orgasm, he withdrew, leaving me feeling empty and frustrated.
“Damian,” I whimpered, longing for more. Before I could protest further, he rubbed his cock against my juices and began entering my back hole. Though the initial pain was intense, it quickly turned into overwhelming pleasure as he moved inside me, his hands exploring every inch of my body and driving me to yet another powerful climax.
“I hope I have changed your mind, princess.” His voice was laced with satisfaction and triumph, knowing that he had brought me to new heights of pleasure and fulfillment.