Free Web NovelChapter 22: Wide Apart II*
A strangled noise escaped my throat when he pushed in without another word of warning. My legs instantly trembled harder, and my back arched into a delicate hunter’s bow as his manhood made itself known to my inner core. My head was pressed far back into the mattress as my lips parted into an ’o’, gasps of pleasure escaping my mouth.
"Fuck... Damon... I can’t... It’s too much―" I cried out when he plunged himself into me hilt deep, thrusting relentlessly. Tears began to stream down my face — though I suspect they had already been there since I came the second time around — and left streaks down my cheeks.
Damon groaned, smirking as his fingers dug into my hips, using his arms to push me down further so that he could get deeper into me. I could feel his tip ram against my cervix, his thick cock stretching my walls, keeping me full. He rested one hand on my lower stomach, just right under my belly button, gently pressing down.
Whenever he plunged in, the pressure created by his hand and his member working together sent flashes of white through my head. I moaned, though my voice was quickly sealed when he leaned down and captured my lips in a passionate kiss.
His dick seemed to harden further inside me — if that was even possible — and shortly after, I could feel another climax building up.
I choked out, loud sobs filling the room as I frantically shook my head the moment our lips parted.
"I can’t― It hurts. It’s coming again... I can’t―"
"You are in heat, aren’t you?" Damon said. He panted, his strokes turning a little sloppy as time passed. "Isn’t this what you wanted?"
The whole world seemed to spin around me.
Yes, this was what I wanted. But I hadn’t expected Damon to go over and beyond, overstimulating my every sense until I felt like I had plummeted into wonderland. Everything seemed topsy-turvy and I was getting dizzier and dizzier with each thrust.
The sound of our flesh making contact reverberated in the room. Paired with my screams of pleasure and his grunts, I wondered if Damon’s bedroom door could even contain the sounds we’d made.
"Fuck," Damon groaned under his breath, burying his face into the crook of my neck. His lips harshly kissed my skin where he had marked me, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "You feel so fucking good."
At this point, I couldn’t even tell if I was chasing the pleasure or fighting the pain. I knew, however, that my nth orgasm was slowly rearing its head, causing my breaths to turn short and uneven. I squeezed him tightly, causing him to groan out in delight, his body burrowing as close to mine as possible.
Without warning, his fangs sank into my skin, piercing the skin that had just barely begun to heal from the marking last night.
That was the final push I needed to send me over the edge. The moment his teeth entered my flesh, my head went blank and I gasped, crying out loud as my hips shuddered. Torrents of ecstasy rushed through every fiber of my body, leaving me a sobbing, crying mess.
It felt too good. The ache of last night hadn’t even fully subsided but none of what I had experienced when Damon marked me could be compared to right now. Paired with the natural aphrodisiacs produced by my body as a result of my heat, the sensation was downright euphoric.
I could get addicted to something like this.
Damon seemed to be enjoying himself as well. He groaned and bucked his hips hard, ramming his cock further into me as he chased his own release. I could feel some of his release dribbling out of me even before he pulled out.
He panted hard, giving a few more sloppy thrusts before he collapsed on me, panting heavily. His fangs had retracted as well, his tongue running over the wound he had created. For some reason, his saliva had a soothing effect on the slightly burning sensation of the reopened mark.
"This..." I said, trailing off as I took a moment to regain my breath. "This isn’t that bad a way to die." freeweɓnøvel.com
Damon merely laughed, shaking his head as he pushed himself up and out of the lock he had caged us in. He expertly removed the cuffs from my legs first, allowing my feet to finally fall naturally. Previously, he had remained wedged deep inside of me. But as soon as he pulled out, his thick seed spilled out, some even coating the inside of my thighs a milky shade of white.
"You’re not a wolf," he calmly said, humor dancing in his eyes. For the first time since I’ve met him, his smile held no malice or devilry. It was even somewhat flirtatious. "You’re a vixen for sure."
Vixen or not, I didn’t know and couldn’t care less. All I knew was that Damon had fucked the heat off from my body. For the first time since Blaise had cast his weird little command, my body felt satiated. While I wasn’t sure how long a heat would usually last, at least for now, all I felt was a wave of calm.
As I lay there limply, my four limbs splayed out, Damon helped to uncuff my hands. Once he did, he picked me up from the bed in a bridal style, making his way to what I assumed was the ensuite bathroom.
He kicked the door open, placed me in the tub, and switched on the water before stepping in to sit behind me. His bathtub was so big that it could fit us both just nicely, though my back was still plastered against his chest and his arms were wrapped around my body.
If I was senile, I might’ve even thought we were a loving couple on our honeymoon. Good thing I still had some brain cells left after the mind-blowing sex.
I didn’t dare to make a single sound, my eyes trailing after the steady stream of water that flowed from the tap and into the tub. Even as the water level rose to the desired height and Damon reached forward to turn the tap off, I remained quiet. ƒreewebɳovel.com
After all, I had no idea what to say. The man that had just killed my entire pack — albeit a pack I held no great love for — then kidnapped me, brought me to a foreign land, added me into his harem of women, and killed the only friend I had ever known.
On the other hand, he kept me alive and brought me out of a place that had kept me a prisoner all my life and gave me a roof over my head. He also helped me through a hard time even though he could’ve easily left me to suffer the punishment alone.
Then again, I wouldn’t have even been punished if it weren’t for him.
Everything was just too confusing.
I was pulled from my reverie when I felt Damon’s hands running up and down my back. It took me a moment to realize he was helping me wash up, lathering up my skin with a minty soap akin to the smell that was always on him.
"I need to attend a meeting soon," he said amidst my silence. "Let’s get you washed up."
I gulped and nodded, not saying a word and allowing Damon to do as he pleased. All the while, my heart was racing in my chest, a sound that he could no doubt hear as well. I couldn’t care less. There were too many questions running through my mind.
One, however, stood out.
What the fuck were we?
