Free Web NovelChapter 87: Dark & Wet III*
Damon chuckled at my desperate little whines, bouncing me on his cock as though I weighed nothing more than air. I gasped as every thrust hit an erogenous zone, causing pleasure to crest inside me like a wave. Damon’s eager mouth hurriedly went back to devour my breasts, his teeth nipping at the soft flesh while he sucked on my nipples.
I could only hold onto him helplessly while he continued to manhandle me, as though I was nothing more than a doll for him to play with.
"Who’s your alpha? Who’s fucking your slutty little cunt now, Harper?" Damon demanded ferociously when he removed his mouth from my breasts, only to replace them with his rough hands. He purposely slowed down his thrusts to torture me, dragging his cock out of me slowly so I could feel him slide away with every inch.
If I did not give him the answer he was looking for, I had no doubt he would torture me further by denying me my pleasure, or worse, simply drop me on the cold cave floor and leave me to my own devices. Just the very thought made my inner self whimper― how could we fail to please our mate so badly that he would leave us?
"It’s you, Damon! It’s you!" I cried out in reply, so overwhelmed with painful pleasure that I felt tears well up inside my eyes.
Damon was clearly pleased with my reply, for he resumed his domineering thrusts, causing me to see stars behind my eyes every time his cock stroked that sensitive core inside me. His other hand went to my poor neglected clit, flicking at it mercilessly.
I squealed. It gave me pleasure, but it wasn’t enough to tide me over just yet. But Damon was the one who set the pace for this ride, and I was just the helpless passenger strapped in. He smirked as he continued to bully my poor clit, pulling up the hood that shielded it so he could rub at it roughly, overwhelming me with pleasure.
His fingers were soon drenched with my slick.
"Still so tight and sensitive, after all this time," Damon murmured approvingly.
I was nearly incoherent at this point, sweat beading on my temples as tension continued to build within me like a finely coiled spring, just waiting for a trigger to be released. Damon finally got tired of watching me squeal and whimper in his arms, and he redoubled his efforts. I was all but slammed against the cold cave wall as he thrusted into me, a hand on one nipple while his mouth worked the other. frёeωebɳovel.com
Eventually, something had to give. The wave of pleasure broke through my inner dam, and I could only let out a helpless scream as I achieved my much-needed release, my cunt squeezing Damon’s cock as though my body wanted to milk him dry.
Not long after, Damon gave a mighty grunt as he spilled his seed inside me. There was so much of it that it dripped out of me, and my ears burnt as I heard the squelching noises it made as it hit the cave floor.
We stood in that position, panting as we faced each other. Was I imagining things, or did my night vision improve?
No way. It was too quick to see any effects. It was more likely that my eyes had finally gotten used to the dim lighting, allowing me to finally register Damon’s facial features. He looked like he had run a marathon, a fine sheen of sweat covering his forehead as he tried to catch his breath. I doubted anyone else would have seen Damon so undone.
I did that to him. Satisfaction bloomed in my gut.
Then the atmosphere grew slightly awkward as Damon finally put me down, sliding out of me. I hissed; my womanhood was now oversensitive.
I took stock of my body― I wanted nothing more than to shower, but that was impossible since we were in the middle of nowhere. Instead, I hurriedly took out a small towel to clean myself up as much as possible, before changing into a new outfit.
Damon rolled his eyes at my fastidiousness but thankfully proceeded to do the same. It would be gross otherwise. After that exertion, I began to fall asleep. Just as I was about to enter dreamland, I felt a broad, warm hand brush against my sweaty forehead, before the softest pressure landed on my skin. It felt like a pair of lips.
"Goodnight," came Damon’s gravelly voice, lulling me to sleep.
***
The next morning, Damon and I made haste for Blaise’s last known location.
Thanks to the previous night, I found myself marveling at my improved senses. Suddenly, the mountain air smelled crisper than usual, and the mountain ravines were dangerously beautiful. The sky was still overcast, and rain seemed to be on the horizon.
"Stop gawking and get on, we have a lot of ground to cover," Damon grumbled after the both of us ate a quick breakfast, with Damon eating the lion’s share.
Pulling his clothes off, I scrambled to catch them as he tossed them to me one by one. Bathed by the morning light, he stood in his birthday suit in all his naked glory, smirking when he noticed me quickly averting my gaze away, a faint blush creeping up my neck.
He wordlessly transformed, smooth and swift as usual, and I clambered onto his back, making sure to squeeze my thighs firmly around his wolf form. I felt stronger already, but Damon only gave me an amused huff before he took off like the wind.
It was incredible, the difference one night made to his strength and speed. Originally, we would take a few more days to reach the border where Blaise was stationed. To my surprise, Damon didn’t require food and rest like before, he ran through the day and part way through the night. I didn’t feel lethargic either. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
We passed the mountain ravine to another patch of flat grassland. Soon, a familiar scent hit my nose. From Damon’s answering growl, he must have smelled him too.
Blaise was nearby!
