Chapter 199 Chapter 199

Chapter 199 Chapter 199
"Yes, Alpha," I whisper as I try to look back and meet his eye, but finding it difficult to turn my head. "Good," he replies, pulling me off the counter and turning me to face him, "now kneel, come on, Princess, on your knees."
Sinking to my knees, the rug below me tickles as I take the enormous cock he places in front of me into my mouth. His growl fills my ears while my taste lingers on my tongue. Without warning, he shoves it further, causing me to gag as tears prickle my eyes. I cannot explain the primal satisfaction I get from watching him come undone from lips wrapped firmly around him as my eyes look through my lashes.
"Fuck, Elle," he grunts, pushing himself into me further as tears roll down my cheek, trying to fit his large size in my mouth. Shivers run along Damon's body as I have him on the edge of a beautiful release. With a roar, he removes himself before kneeling behind me." On your hands and knees," he commands, his voice gruff and dominating. Listening without complaint, his large hands grab my waist, putting me in the position he wants.
Within seconds I have filled to the brim with him once again, every cell screaming in happiness as he thrusts into me without reservation. It doesn't take long before he has me climbing the mountain of intoxication again, my moans becoming more frequent as I get closer to the edge. As his hips work their magic, his hand slaps my ass with decent force, another coming immediately after, making me cry out with satisfaction.
His delightful punishment drives me wild, but I try my hardest to hold the reigns on the release my body desperately needs. I can't help the whimpers that claw their way out as Damon pounds harder than ever, his grunts filling the room. The entire room is starting to fall away as I attempt to hold onto the mountain; he is trying to push me off, and as he keeps thrusting without relent, I can no longer hold on, as everything tumbles into bliss.
My spasms pull him into oblivion with me, both of us panting as we try to recover from the intensity of our souls connected. It's like I experienced his climax and mine simultaneously. Collapsing on the rug, he falls next to me as we try to catch our breath.
As his arms wrap around, someone bangs on the door with an urgency, and I can't help but laugh at the irony, "at least they let you finish this time, Alpha," I tease as he sits up, kissing my cheek.
"Get in the shower, Biscuit," he gets up and helps me to mine as the person keeps pounding on the door with urgency. "I'll join you in a moment, my Luna," he walks over, turning on the faucet for being so the water can warm. Walking into the adjoining closet, he grabs a couple of towels and clean clothes for each of us.
Walking into the shower, I start washing my body and hair. After a few minutes of Damon not returning, I finish rinsing the suds from my body. Grabbing the towel he left behind. I head out into the bedroom to find Andrew sitting in the chair. "Oh shit," he exclaims, covering his eyes and bolting from his seat to turn his body towards the wall. "I'm sorry, Little Luna," he says, his voice full of mischief as he calls me the detested nickname from my childhood.
"Ugh, not that again," I mutter, rolling my eyes, "can we finally move past that nickname?" I ask, slightly annoyed that the moniker is sticking around. "Where's Damon?"
"The Cells," Andrew responds, his voice shifting from playful to severe, "he wanted me to walk down with you. I should warn you..." he begins to say before indistinguishable pain and heartache radiating in my mind.
"What the hell happened?" I say, running into the bathroom and leaving the door cracked so we can talk through the door as I get changed.
"It's bad, Luna," Andrew calls from the other room as I scramble to get clothes on, not caring that my underwear is on inside out or my gym shorts are on backward. "Charles rejected Olivia." Of all the things that Andrew could have said to me, that was the last thing I would have expected.
"What?!" I yell, the shock making me rase out the door, as Damon's anger floods into me, his raw fury so powerful it's nearly debilitating. I stumble on my way into the bedroom. "Why didn't anyone separate them?" As I wince, running past Andrew and out the door making the Beta follow behind me.
"Luna," he calls as I run down the hallway, using my full strength to propel me through the rest of the house until I meet the rest of Beta and Gamma's families standing next to the cellar door, Damon's voice coming up the stairs, Slade's gruffness mingled within.
The energy in the air makes it hard to walk through as I thunder down the stairs, Damon's voice booming through the hall, and the closer I get does not make his words any easier to understand. Rounding the corner into the cell, I find Charles in absolute shambles while Olivia whimpers in the corner, clutching her chest.
I had seen him mad, upset, and beyond temperamental throughout the years I have known Damon, but this reaction had never been witnessed before. I swear hellfire swirls around him as he continues screaming uncontrollably. So consumed by his task of yelling at the woman who gave birth to me, I glance at Charles, still weeping uncontrollably.
Whatever had transpired between the two must have broken him. Charles would never give Olivia up unless for a good reason, and a gut instinct tells me this has my mother's name written all over it. "Damon?" I say quietly as he spins on his heel, turning in my direction, his expression softening when he sees that. His wrath is practically tangible as it wraps around my lungs, constricting my airways. "She was part of it this whole time," Damon whispers, his anger turning into heartbreak, "she knew from the very beginning. She supported her."
"What?" I ask, the words not registering in my brain. No, that's not possible... No, she couldn't have known about my mom's true intentions. As I stare at the woman, I considered a pseudo-mother these last few years, who I had been extremely close to and who I had taught me so much about fashion and makeup, and who had always done the kid stuff with me that my mother never had.
"Did you know?" I question, eyeing her weak and whimpering frame, my gaze meeting her dilated pupils as haunting memories flash behind my eyes, making me wish for the days of amnesia and no answers. "That she was still alive?"
"Yes," she breathes through the anguish of her bond breaking, "I knew everything. Who do you think helped her all these years?"