Chapter 41: Chapter Forty-One

“As do I.” Sinclair responded.

He and Damien continued to watch each other, as if they were waiting for the other to attack. Damien's eyes turned blood-red, while Sinclair's eyes darkened into an amber shade. I felt an impending sense of doom as I watched them, unable to shake the uneasy feeling that they were going to hash out their differences right here and now. It didn't take long for me to find out that I was correct. Before I could react, Damien and Sinclair lunged at each other, their fight moving too fast for me to track. All I could hear was snarling and hissing as they fought.

“Stop it!” I yelled but before I could try to interfere, Sam picked me up and carried me to the doorway, out of their path of demolition.

“It's best to let them do this, Bast. This fight has been brewing for over two hundred years.” Sam said in my ear as he wrapped his hands around my waist, securing me against his muscular chest. I tried to ignore the feeling of Sam's body pressed against mine, but found it nearly impossible to do so. His strong arms wrapped around me, his soft breathing at the top of my head, the feeling of his pelvis firmly pressed against my back. It took everything I had not to imagine Sam throwing me down, and dominating my every inch. The only thing I could do to handle it, was to try to focus as Damien and Sinclair destroyed the library, which wasn't easy to do, as I could barely see the fight.

I nodded as I watched the blur of the two men, trying my best to keep up with the struggle. I couldn't see where they were, until one of them landed on the ground, before being hit by the other. The sounds coming from the room sounded like a vicious storm, each hit resonating like a thunder strike. In a matter of seconds every bookshelf was in splinters on the ground, hundreds of books strewn around the room. The couches were the last thing to be destroyed as Sinclair threw Damien against one, and reared his head back in a roar, before lunging at Damien's throat. Just before Sinclair could sink his fangs into his throat, Damien kicked him, flinging him through the wall on the other side of the room.

Sam led me outside, but would not let me loose, as he leaned against the side of the house. We continued to watch as Damien stepped out of the house, only to be grabbed by the collar, and flung through a tree. I gasped out as I watched the tree split in half from the force of Damien's body, but it didn't seem to phase Damien much as he stood, and began running towards Sinclair.

The fight continued for a while longer until both Damien and Sinclair collapsed, looking seconds from death, only a few feet from each other.

“Let's call it a tie.” Sam said in a playful tone as he finally released me, and walked towards the two men, chuckling in amusement.

“No tie, I won.” Damien coughed out as he struggled to stand. He looked at me with a grin, showing off dimples I'd never noticed before. I smiled as I wrapped my arms around him, tilting my head back to look into his eyes. I felt a pang of sorrow when I saw how happy he was, could I never made him this happy? He was beyond cheerful, I'd even dare to say he seemed a bit immature and carefree.

“Bullshit Lucifer, it was I who prevailed.” Sinclair exclaimed as he stood and yawned, showing his long, white fangs were still fully elongated.

Damien's reply was a snicker, as he lazily draped his arm around my shoulder, forcing me to fall to the ground from his weight. I hadn't realized how heavy he was until I had his full weight baring down on me. When Damien saw this he started chuckling before he picked me up ceremoniously, nuzzling his face against my throat.

“I didn't think it was possible for you to get this drunk!” I exclaimed with a giggle as he carried me back into the house, then set me on the bottom step before turning to look at Sinclair and Sam, who'd followed us.

“He can stay with me for the night.” Sam said, before Damien could ask the question.

“I thought he was going to stay here?” I asked, looking at the three men who stood in front of me. They all began to laugh like they were in on a joke, that I wasn't privy to.

“No offense, little human, but I do not want to be here to hear what is going to happen.” Sinclair said before following Sam out of the door, closing it behind them.

I stood up and draped my arms around Damien's shoulders, jumping up, so he would catch me, before putting my legs around his hips. “Am I going to survive this?” I asked him as he carried me upstairs into my bedroom.

“Do you remember the promise I made, the first night?” He asked me as we arrived at the top of the steps. I nodded as a response. He'd told me that he wouldn't force me, but he wouldn't kill me. “That always and forever will be a valid promise, kitten. If you don't want this, tell me.” he said as he pressed me against my bedroom door, waiting.

“I want you, forever and always.” I whispered in his ear before kissing his throat, nibbling softly.

“I'm going to hold you to that.” He groaned as he walked into my room, then tossed me down on the bed.

Before I had a chance to try to sit up he was on top of me, ripping off my clothes, leaving me naked and exposed to his hungry eyes. He took one of my garter belts and tied an intricate knot around my wrists, before tying the other end to one of the bars on the headboard. I watched him as he left the room for a moment, before coming back with his red silk tie.

Although I knew what he was going to do with it, but I still found myself gasping out in surprise as he wrapped the tie around my head, leaving me blind to what he was doing. I felt his weight leave the bed, and listened as he walked down the stairs, leaving my heart pounding in a mix of fear and suspense.

A whimper escaped as I heard him reenter the room, closing the door behind him. I know he didn't need to make noise, but he did it for my benefit.

Damien groaned softly as he touched my lips with his, then kissed a small line down until he reached my breasts. He stopped only long enough to suck on my nipples, until they were hard and erect, before continuing his descent. I whimpered out in shock and pleasure when he kissed softly on my already swollen bud, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Damien chuckled softly before he ran his tongue over my clit, causing me to cry out, then left me begging for more when he didn't continue.

I found myself waiting again in anticipation as I didn't know what he was doing, but found I was excited for what he would do next. I'd never imagined Damien doing something like this, and was surprised when I realized how much I enjoyed it.

“This is going to be cold, kitten.” Damien suddenly whispered in my ear, his deep voice reverberating through my core, leaving me breathless from arousal. Before I had the opportunity to question what he meant, I felt him push me up the bed before guiding an ice cube against my clit. I had no chance to react before I felt his warm tongue replacing the ice cube, exchanging cold with warm. I felt my core throbbing in pleasure as he continued to alternate between hot and cold, both throwing me towards, and pulling me away from orgasm. As he alternated hot and cold, he would leave the ice for longer times, leaving my clit throbbing in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Please...” I whispered in a barely audible voice, begging for him to allow me to release.

“Louder, kitten.” He rumbled, replacing the mostly melted cube with a new one.

“Please, Damien!” I cried out as the cube pressed against my button, making me jump.

“Good girl.” He praised as he removed the cube and replaced it with his tongue, warming my sensitive button, before slipping his tongue between my folds. I let my head fall back as the blissful spasms consumed me, an assortment of noises escaping while the euphoric sensation left me feeling weak and satisfied.