Chapter 93 You are mine!
You are mine!
Milo pov
I froze.
Damon's lips claimed mine with a bruising finality that made me forget to breathe. It wasn’t gentle nor tender. It was raw and filled with a wild ferociousness I have never seen.
I should have pushed him away. I should have fought harder…
Instead, when his teeth bit hard on my lips, drawing out blood. My resolve and anger crumbled.
I gasped against him, and like a mad man, he shoved his tongue down past my lips until the taste of cinnamon and cedarwood flooded my senses.
“Hmmm” Damon growled deep in my mouth. The sound vibrated through me like an electric shock,
My knees became weak, I couldn't breathe, and could barely think straight, as i struggled beneath Damon's rough and merciless advances.
“You are mine, Milo,” Damon pulled away from the kiss, to look at me deep in the eyes with an intense dark light, his hands holding my chin in a death grip like He was trying to carve the words into my soul. “Remember this milo…, No Alpha touches what is mine.”
His words went through my body, setting all my nerves on fire. I didn't realise I was shaking until now. Different emotions I couldn’t process toppled over each other.
The sound of my back slamming against the wall rang in my head before a blinding pain exploded at my back. It took my body a moment to register the pain.
“Ahh…” I opened my mouth to scream, but all that could come out were muffled sounds. Damon drove through my parted lips, his mouth cashed against mine, this time Hungrier and with more vigor than before. My thoughts scattered like the wind. My body trembled, pinned and powerless, but something deep inside me burned for more.
One hand clawed at his back, desperate for contact, while the other gripped his clothes for dear life as his kiss deepened.
His hand slid from my chin down my throat, lingering over the spot where Kael’s grip had been, almost as if erasing it. while his other hand easily went inside the shirt, gripping my ass cheeks in a strong, firm, and possessive grip. I shuddered, my hole clenched hungrily without my control. gods help me, I wanted more.
I whimpered.
The sound slipped from me before I even knew it was leaving my mouth. A small, broken, needy sound that betrayed the current war that was taking place inside me.
Damon froze for half a breath, then his lips curved against mine in a dark, satisfied smile
“Good,” he whispered in a husky, deep voice. “Your body already knows who you belong to.”
His hands slid lower, running around my exposed ass cheeks in slow, deliberate moves. Sometimes flickering around my hole, in a teasing manner.
“You have a beautiful round, perfect ass, Milo. Do you know that?.”
I pressed my face against his broad chest. My eyes closed tight, fighting the moan that was trying to force it way out of my mouth. The frustration and the anticipation were overwhelming.
His hands gripped my waist, dragging me flush against him. I gasped at the sudden contact, the hardness of his cock pressing against mine sent heat coiling through my body.
“Let it out, Milo, let me hear you scream my name”
His hands disappeared from my view, and before I knew it, I felt something foreign invade my hole.
“Fuck” the moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. my body reacting before my mind could catch up, as I ached my back to him,
“Say my name” Damon grunted in my ears, his voice sounding like that of a crazed beast.
I trembled, shame and want, twisting together like barbed wire. But my lips moved before I could stop it.
“Damon… Please...”
“Your hole is already wet, Milo, taking in my fingers like a slut.” he growled, his voice sounding both primal and triumphant at the same time. My body shuddered, something about being called a slut from him made me almost cum shamefully on myself.
“Damon…”
The words got stuck in my throat, replaced by a groan of pain as Damon added two more fingers, stretching me to my limit.
“you are a little horny whore, shaving behind my back.” He murmured, behind my ears,
“I…am s…orry” I tired to apologize through clenched teeths,
“Why are you apologizing milo?, dont you want me to fuck you like a little horny whore” I could feel his smile between the crook of my neck. His thrusting stopped.
“Nooo…,” I let out a broken yelp, and my hands immediately stopped him. My face flared in heat, but I didn’t care, didn't care that i was practically begging desperately to be fucked. Like a bitch on heat. The heat coiling in my belly was becoming unbearable for me. Clenching my teeth, I let it out,
“Please, Daddy, I need you…”
“i will fuck you till you cant walk again” Damon groaned like a demented demon. A loud yelp escaped my lips as he turned my back to him in a rough almost violent way.
“You will wish that you didn't say that milo,” His voice, deep and possessive, vibrated through my bones. His hands dragged my head back, I felt him poke through my greedy needy hole before he pushed in, hard and rough inside me.
“ahhhhh” a scream tore through my throat. My body instinctively jerked forward, but his hand dragged me back, impaling himself to the hilt inside me.
“You are mine milo” he growed against my skin before he gave his first thrust that felt like a tsunami.
A yelp escaped my mouth, but it came out muffled. His giant palms clamped over my mouth.