Control Yourself

F I A

"Damon!" she screamed his name-Mine!-when she came, her glorious climax rocketing through her with a force that made him swell in masculine pleasure.

He'd done this to her, made her cry out in ecstasy.

An ecstasy that wasn't done yet.

He kept working at her clit, and she practically sobbed as she shuddered. He soon had to leave off fingering her sex to hold her as her knees buckled.

She was ready for him, and he was more than ready for her.

As he stood, he claimed her lips. She panted against his mouth, her breathing ragged and hot.

Given the difference in their height, he let his hands span her waist so he could lift her. She understood his plan, and her legs went around his waist while her arms circled his neck.

His thick shaft. How it throbbed. It ached with need.

The head found the entrance to her molten core. The heated flesh sucked at him, the tight entrance making him strain as he sought not to just pound into her.

Slow. Take it slow. Control yourself.

So hard. And he wasn't just talking about his cock. Inching his way into her was a form of torture. How tightly her sex gripped him. How wetly her juice bathed him. How perfect it felt.

When was he finally fully fitted? He paused and allowed himself a moment to enjoy it.

She didn't want to wait, though. "Fuck me," she demanded. "Stop being so gentle and take me."

Her sex squeezed around him. damn fuck

A groan was heard. Him. Mrs. Maybe both? He couldn't have said. All he knew was he couldn't hold back anymore, and she had, after all, demanded.

In this, he was her slave.

He pulled out only a few inches and then pushed back in.

Out, then slam back in.

Grind and push as he pumps back and forth.

Her nails dug into his back, and her head went back against the wall as she panted, "Yes. Yes. Yes."

Harder, he thrust, striving to hit that sweet spot that made her breathing hiccup each time he struck it. Faster, he rammed the edge of his pleasure there.

He gritted his teeth, trying to hold on. Just one more thrust. A few more seconds.

This time, her scream was practically silent, the intensity of her orgasm too much. He didn't waste another second. He buried his face against her neck, sank his teeth into the skin, and bit hard.

She screamed again, not in pain, but in pleasure, as right on top of her current climax, a bigger one hit just in time to welcome his own

While he was there in his orgasm, the girl reached out to bury her fangs between the man's shoulder and neck.

Her eyes turned gold, and various memories flooded her, causing a few tears to fall from her eyes.

"Mine!" He might have howled the word as he came. He certainly thought it as his seed bathed her womb.

He'd marked her. Claimed her.

Made her his.

"Should I go back to my room?" I asked while I still couldn't get rid of the shame here.

I don't know what to feel.

The effect of the full moon was gone.

My body is aching, but I can't even think right now.

"No, you're sleeping in our bed," he said.

I smiled. I didn't mind. Why didn't I mind?

My heart beat faster. Why is that? Is it because of what I found out?

He was also a victim. I can see in its memories how it suffered, was tortured and how my parents trusted it.

He didn't kill them.

They sacrifice themselves.

I know he was different from the moment I had the chance to be with him. I didn't know then; I just wanted to see him smile, and I always thought he was the man that I wanted to spend my life with.

He pulled his clothes and made her wear them.

"Do you want something to eat?" he asked. I shook my head. Words failed me when usually I could do nothing but talk.

I was speechless because the truth slapped me.

"I don't like the idea of you not communicating or talking to me. So, tell me, what's wrong, Fia? Is it about me mating with you? Are you regretting it?" He took hold of my chin, getting me to look at him. But I can't stare.

"Nothing," I said with a smile, but I saw the sadness in his eyes, and I didn't like that.

"I'm simply shocked right now, Damon." I whispered, and to make the sadness go away, I took a step and wrapped my hands around his neck.

"That's it. Hold onto me."

I squealed, holding him in a death grip. My legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted me off the bed. Lukas was a tall man, and glancing over his shoulder made it look like a long way down.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You're going to give yourself a hernia or, even worse, break your back holding me. I'm not skinny; Damon put me down."

What did I get for my words? A slap on the ass.

The heat from the sting made me bite my lip. I couldn't believe how turned on I was from his love taps. Some of them had hurt, too.

"You're not going anywhere. I've got you."

"I'm heavy. You're going to hurt yourself."

"Fia, I'm a werewolf, and I like the way you are. Stop moaning, and hold onto me."

I wouldn't be able to let go. Why doesn't it seem angry at all? I accused him. I tried to kill him, but he kept showing me this action: "Please put me down, Damon, someone might see us."

"I don't care if they want Fia."

He moved with his inhuman speed, passing trees until I was amazed to see that we were now inside the castle and moving towards the stairs.

I squealed.

"You're not taking me up those stairs. I can walk, Damon."

"Hold onto me."

I tried to squirm away from him, but he held his ground.

"Damon!"

"Call me mate Fia." He slapped my ass and then held me as he began walking up the stairs, each step making me jolt in his arms.

I glared at him. "I've never called you, mate, and I'm not going to start now."

"My king, then, or Master." I went to challenge him on the titles, but I stopped as I liked the sound of them. I smiled. Laying my head against his ear, I licked his lobe before biting down gently. "Are you going to fuck me again, Master?" I asked.

He stopped. I looked past my shoulder to see we made it up the stairs.

Damon growled at those werewolves they passed by, making them walk away from them and not sparing a glance back.

"What did you say?" he asked.

I leaned back enough to see him.

"Are you going to fuck me again, Master?" I spoke the words again, only this time I said them with a smile.

His cock hardened against my stomach. While I was fighting to be free of his arms so I could walk up the stairs, he'd pulled free of me.

"Do you like that? When I call you 'Master'?"

He pressed me up against the wall. The command in his body made me melt from the very core and out.

"You have no idea how much I like that." He kissed me hard, sliding his tongue against mine. The action made me aware of other slick parts sliding inside my body. She moaned, holding him close.

Damon carried me to their new room. He didn't stop and went straight through to their bathroom. He let me down, then ripped his clothes away from my body; I was conscious of his seed sliding down the inside of my thigh.

The heat filled my cheeks as he ran a bath. No one had ever cared for me like this aside from her parents.

I waited until he helped her into the warm, soapy water. I smelt lavender and relaxed against the tub. Damon climbed in behind me, pulling me to straddle his waist once again. He kissed my lips, cupping my back and hair.

He grabbed the soap, lathering his hands before he applied them to my body.

"I love the way you are." What did he mean by that? Did he love my body, my personality, or did he love me? He pressed his fingers between my thighs. The water of the bath washed the soap off his fingers. He touched my intimate part, wiping away his semen. I knew that was what he was doing.

"I don't know what will happen next," I said. That's the truth. I really don't know what could happen especially now that his father is alive.

"We're mated, and I aim to protect you and give you everything that I can."

"You weren't worried in case I tried to kill you again?"

Why am I asking him this?

Are you trying to scare him off? May be afraid and disgusted.

"I know you won't, and if you would, then I would offer my life for you, Fia. So all you need to do is ask, but for now, I am happy to feel your soul intertwined with mine." He kissed my lips and handed me the soap.

"I didn't know this would happen; he was alive," he said, resting his forehead against my chest.

"If my father."

"It wasn't your father," I said in a weak voice, which made Damon raise his gaze to meet my eyes.

"You are different, Damon." He leaned down to kiss my forehead.

"I don't know how to end this pain."

I smiled.

"Let's do this together. Let's fight together."