Free Web NovelChapter 68: Spider’s Web III*
"Then I would rather die―"
"Would you?" Damon asked, cutting me off mid-sentence. "Bonded mates will not live for long if the other is dead, especially if they are a fated pair. If you die, what will happen to Blaise?"
I gritted my teeth in annoyance. It wasn’t a lie, that I knew. The only reason why my father lived so long was because he was an exception― he already had another mate waiting for him, ready to replace his original partner. If it were any other ordinary pair of werewolves, if one mate died, another would quickly follow out of a broken heart.
"If he feels this, isn’t that the same as torture?" I softly asked. Tears began to form in my eyes, welling before it quickly overflowed and trailed down the apples of my cheeks. "He can feel everything I feel. If I... If we... Won’t that mean that he’ll feel it?"
Damon leaned forward, and without warning, he grabbed my shoulder and buried his face into the crook of my neck. His fangs elongated and without saying more, he bit down into my skin where his mark was, his teeth puncturing me and drawing blood.
I gasped in pain, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried my hardest to think of anything else but the agonizing sensation I felt. Other than the pain of torn skin, I could also feel something snap inside me, like a string that had too much tension before it eventually gave way.
All at once, the previous emotions I felt of sadness and disappointment disappeared from my mind. The fog in my brain cleared and I could no longer feel an extra set of emotions that didn’t belong to myself. Blaise was wiped clean from my system and our connection was severed.
As soon as it disappeared, a strong gust of pleasure rolled into my body. I shook a little, my body trembling as a moan slipped from my lips. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, lips parted as I gasped for air, my body quivering in delight.
There was no mistaking that familiar sensation. Damon hadn’t even touched me down there and I had already come undone, unraveling right in front of him as he pleased.
Only when I had stopped shaking and my breaths had evened out did Damon finally pull out. His tongue ran over the raw, reddened mark on my right shoulder, helping to ease the burning pain.
"What..." I stuttered, trying to catch my breath. "What did you do?"
While the connection with Blaise was gone, I didn’t feel empty inside like I supposedly would’ve if he had died. To be more accurate, it felt like there was something blocking the link between us, disallowing his emotions to be relayed to me and mine to him.
"As his alpha, my mark comes before his," Damon said. "If I mark you again, it will overpower the one he left on you. Until he marks you again, your connection with him will be temporarily severed."
An order of sequence, that meant. Damon’s mark came before Blaise’s due to their ranks in the pack, thereby putting him first. But since the mark didn’t go both ways, Damon wouldn’t feel my emotions like Blaise could, and neither could I feel his.
"How do you even know this?" I asked. "Most — if not all — werewolves have only one fated mate. Their bodies will naturally reject the second mark if the first is still active."
"There are more than a few things you don’t know about me, little rabbit," Damon said. "Or even my brother, for that matter. Fangborne didn’t rise to the top with two normal wolves in the lead."
"I would know if you tell me," I said pointedly. "And if I know more, I would―"
I drew in a sharp breath of air when Damon’s finger began to draw circles over my core over the thin layer of my panties. He had gathered all the slick that had pooled there, using it as lubrication to play with my folds. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
"You would what?" he asked, leaning so close that either of us just needed to move a hair’s breadth and our lips would touch. "Don’t lie to yourself, Harper. You knowing wouldn’t change anything. We have no obligation to tell you."
"Blaise wouldn’t―"
"I don’t want to hear another man’s name when you’re with me, even if it is my brother’s." Damon thought for a split second, then corrected himself, "Especially if it is my brother’s."
I gulped, my head going crazy and my eyes seeing stars. The climax from his mark was quickly subsiding and now that I had descended from that crazed high, I was starting to feel my arousal build up quickly once more.
It surely didn’t help that Damon hadn’t stopped his movements, his finger still playing with my nether regions. Occasionally, his finger would flick my clit, causing me to gasp.
"Give in," he murmured against my lips. I could practically taste his breath― minty and cool, like a breath of dew that I badly needed after a parched journey across the desert. "You know you need to."
I swallowed, my mouth dry as my gaze fell to his soft pink lips. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to move.
Damon didn’t have the patience to wait for me to make a decision. Without warning, he slipped a finger past my underwear and into my folds, curling so that it scraped delightfully against my walls where I was most sensitive. I gasped, my lips parting for air, and Damon took that opportunity to capture them in a kiss.
All thoughts left my mind― I was driven purely by carnal desire as I began to rock my hips back and forth against his hand. He slipped in another finger, causing me to groan against the kiss as his thumb rubbed circles into my clit.
"Fuck―" I hissed, momentarily parting for a breath of air, but Damon didn’t leave me be for long. He moved his other hand to the back of my head, pressing me forward so that our lips would meet once more.
We moved against each other, his tongue slipping through to entangle with mine, and it wasn’t before long when he had my clothes stripped off. The resounding tune of his zipper coming down sounded like music in my ears, and I could feel a rush of butterflies coiling around my lower belly as he pulled out his cock.
"You’re mine, Harper," Damon said, murmuring in between kisses.
He laid me down on the mattress, positioning his tip right at my entrance, all while making sure our lips weren’t apart for longer than a second.
"Mine and only mine. I’ll fuck that into your memory if it’s the last thing I do."
