Finale

F I A

I leaned forward. "Open your mouth."

He did it without hesitation. I clung to him as our mouths molded together and our tongues met. Within minutes, Damon carried me into the bedroom. He stripped me and laid me gently down on the bed.

"I love watching you strip," I smiled as he undressed at the end of the bed.

"I love you not wearing any clothes at all."

He smiled at me, and now he was naked. "I am lucky to have you, Fia." He stared into my eyes. "I need to be with you, D. I want to be wherever you are, and I never want to leave. We belong together."

"I won't ask you to leave."

He smiled. "And I won't let you leave because you belong to me, and I belong to you forever. I will not let you go, and I will do everything to make sure you never want to let me go."

I stared into his amazing eyes.

"I'm grateful to have you as my mate, Damon." that's the truth. After all, we've been through, this is the true happiness I'm looking for.

He grinned. "Open your thighs for me, my queen."

I spread my legs, smiling at him. Damon climbed onto the bed, and a purr rumbled from his throat. Big hands caressed my skin as he lowered onto my body, placing light kisses on my belly and upper thighs and inching closer to my pussy.

"Say my name." His voice, even lower, even more gravelly than usual, interrupted my frantic thoughts.

"K-Damon."

It was as if his name on my lips put a spur on him. He lowered his head so fast that he didn't even give me a chance to prepare. It immediately found its target between my thighs.

I had never felt such a wicked thing. He was licking me. Licking into my folds, lapping at that hard pebble in between her slit, tonguing his way in deeper, circling and probing. She caught my breath and then couldn't exhale, my body shivering, my soul yelling at me.

There were sounds-moist, intimate sounds. The sound of its licking makes my body tickle even more.

The sound of him pleasuring me in an act that felt like primitive branding. It seems that it claims everything I can give.

He opened his mouth, placed it over my clit, and sucked, and then I completely lost my mind.

It went flying out the window as I arched under him and moaned, low and embarrassingly loud-I was actually pushing against him with my hips, moving under my breath, wanting more.

And he just kept doing it. Sucking and licking and-oh!-thrusting a finger inside of me until I exploded.

I felt the combustion, the tremors, the roaring in my ears,

I giggled. Perhaps I had lost my mind.

I opened my eyes to see Damon sitting up beside me, watching me, his lips curved gently and his blue eyes almost warm.

"Damon," I whispered and held out my hand to him.

He took my hand, spreading my fingers and kissing each one.

I held my breath, my eyes blurring. He touched me and cherished me.

I closed my eyes. "Goddess, that feels amazing."

He chuckled. "I love your taste and the sounds you make. I just love you, K."

My head jerked up, and I stared down at him, my heart racing for an entirely new reason.

"Oh really?" I teased, but he kept his eye contact with mine as he traced my clit with his tongue.

"Hmm. Yes, beautiful. I love everything about you."

I believed him.

"I love you too."

He groaned, nearly attacked me with his hot mouth and mercilessly manipulated my p*ssy again.

His finger slid inside and found that spot that drove me wild and brought me to climax fast.

I panted and opened my eyes again as Damon dragged me down the bed. My thighs wrapped around his hips as he slowly stretched my vaginal walls as his thick c*ck filled me.

The hardness and the length of his masculinity, as if no matter how many times he possessed me, I could still feel the feeling that he was still stretching my wall.

"You're my mate, my queen," Damon said roughly. "I'm yours. Say it, my queen."

As I stared at the passion in those amazing eyes, I felt true happiness for the first time in forever. "I'm your mate," I confirmed. "You're mine."

He leaned over me and growled softly. "I love you. Never doubt that. You're everything to me. I want and need you."

He drove into me. It presses every thrust and suddenly pulls out completely before burying, almost shaking my body with each thrust. His lips crushed down on my mouth, kissing me and using his tongue to mimic what his c*ck was doing. It goes in and out of my mouth as if it wants to taste every corner and drive me crazy with the taste.

Sensations swamped me-wonderful, wild ecstasy. This was more than hot sex; my mate was making love to me, and I was being claimed with each powerful thrust of his hips and sweep of his tongue. My body tensed, and I tore my mouth away from him to cry out his name as I came hard.

Damon followed me, roaring out my name. We held each other tightly, catching our breaths, and I smiled.

"I'm your mate."

"Yes," he whispered, kissing my throat. "We belong to each other and will be happy."

"Now, please kiss me again," Damon demanded.

I ran her tongue over my bottom lip. He groaned as he watched before his mouth landed over mine. I opened up to him, welcomed the tender kiss and clung to him when he hugged me tightly against his body with both arms. He finally ended the kiss by lifting his head.

Our gazes met and held, and they studied each other. Damon spoke first.

"I'm your male," he growled softly.

I felt his breath on my face, and his lips covered mine. His tongue swiped across my bottom lip before he invaded my mouth.

He sat back on the bed. He sat down and let me hold him. I straddled him, and I couldn't miss the feeling of his rigid c*ck straining when he rocked his hips against mine, rubbing my clit. I moaned, instantly turned on and kissed him frantically.

"Hold on." he stopped kissing, and I saw the worry on his face.

I couldn't wrap around him anymore if I tried. My arms were around his neck, my legs around his hips.

"Just give me more, Damon, give me what I want, my king."

I missed holding him the second he was free. I knew he was going to fuck me roughly, but it looked like it was hard to do that because someone was stopping it.

"We need to be careful, my queen," he swore while staring at me. "I can't hurt our baby."

"Don't start that shit," I warned. "Stop talking and help me before I regain my sanity and push you away."

Amusement glinted in his eyes, but I didn't care if he liked hearing the truth. I know that it's okay for us to own each other, and nothing will happen to the babies in my womb.

His gaze took me in, and I blushed a little. Do I really look desperate? Knowing I didn't look as sexy as I used to. Did he find the red marks on my stomach ugly? Is that why he doesn't like me because I'm ugly?

I was halfway through the pregnancy, and I really hoped I was still beautiful.

"You're beautiful, swollen with my seed."

That shot my eyebrows up a little.

"Damon? Are you going to look at me much longer?"

"You're beautiful, my queen... You will always be. With my seed inside you, it makes me hotter." I felt his masculinity inside me harden and grow even more.

He swallowed and was obviously holding back.

"But I can't do it again. I might hurt you and the babies." It seemed that all my worries disappeared immediately.

He doesn't see me as ugly.

"No, you are not. You are the most beautiful girl I laid my eyes upon." I just snorted because it must have read my mind again.

"Fine! But I can't say the same thing to you. You are ugly." I said bitterly, then left his lap without warning, which made him moan.

"Oops!" I said lamely and looked at his restrained face.

"Oh sorry about that, maybe you're right. We need to make sure our babies are safe try to use your hands for now king." I laughed and immediately went to the bathroom leaving him frustrated.

It's good.

Three months later...

I stared up at the sun as Damon caressed my face with a tulip. The last three months have been a whirlwind of activity. The biggest change for me was the tattoo I now hold on her back with a wolf and Damon's name underneath. The love I felt for my mate had grown, and every day that had passed brought me closer to him. There were no lies, and we were inseparable.

Edward became the beta, and now Lily and their children remain in the castle. The fear of the disaster that the monster inflicted still stayed with all of us. I couldn't forget the memories that marked his existence in our lives. He was a monster, determined to ruin all of our lives, but he didn't succeed, and now he was a lesson to all of us.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Loved."

He chuckled. Damon moved the tulip down to my exposed breast. They'd made love in the fields next to the lake. He wouldn't let me out of his sight, and I loved it. His hand rested on my stomach.

"My baby is growing inside you so quickly," he said.

My son and daughter were on the way. I smiled, touching my stomach. I am happy and a little scared. I hold the future of our kingdom.

"Are you scared?" he asked.

"Terrified."

He leaned down to kiss my stomach.

"We'll get through this together," he said.

I sighed.

"What's on your mind?" he asked.

"What if I choose the wrong path? What if I didn't choose you? Will I be this happy?" Such lame questions, but I couldn't help but ask myself about the possibility of not finding happiness in the end.

I feared the possible loneliness and pain I would feel if I failed to have him.

The kingdom is now my family, and I love them. Thinking of any of them in danger upsets me.

"You shouldn't worry about anything. The important thing is the idea that we've chosen the right thing. You have me now, and I am here because of my mate. I won't regret chasing you, Fia, because I am blessed to have you." He paused before caressing my cheeks.

"The war has ended, and if another war arises, our kind will fight back the way we did before. So just smile, my queen." He cupped my face, pressing a kiss on my lips.

"I can't help but worry. The thought of living without you scares me, and the thought of anything happening to any of you hurts me." I pressed a hand to my chest as tears filled my eyes.

"Hey, we're a strong. We're whole, and we work together. Nothing will ever happen to us. I promise."

I smiled at his stern expression.

"All you need to worry about is being you, loving me and the kingdom, and giving birth to our son and daughter."

I cupped his cheek. The fear was still inside me, but he was right about that. I needed to deal with what was at hand: loving my mate, being a mother, and being a queen.

Being the woman who will love him until the end.