CHAPTER HUNDRED NINETEEN

Enya pov

I'm speechless. As I stare back at those pitch-black eyes, I forget how to breathe. I notice a shift between the colours in his eyes-Vince is fighting back, but I doubt his wolf will let him have the upper hand. Now that the beast has the upper hand, he'll use it for the alone time he's been trying to get for so long.

Damian reaches for the faucet and turns off the water. I don't expect much from a wolf; he's supposed to run on all fours and be an animal, but to my surprise, he acts kind of human. He steps out of the shower, holds my hand as I follow, and reaches for a towel. Though I assume he'd need it, Damian wraps it around my body and grabs another to dry me off.

"Mate can't walk wet, will catch a cold." He mumbles to himself once again, surprising me so much that I can't believe what I'm hearing.

I don't want to fight back; if he's the one who gained control of their body, it's his right to be with me. As strange as it may sound, I'm mated to two men at the same time; it's just that they're stuck in one strange body.

I take a step toward the bathroom door as my heart pounds against my ribcage. Damien grabs me by the upper arm and stops me in my tracks. "No, you don't go with me." He announces. What in the world?

I raise an eyebrow questioningly, and a beautiful, full smile spreads across his lips. "Mate pretty when confused. It's hard to talk; I used to talk in my mind with Vincent. Damian doesn't talk much in Vincent's body, sorry." Though he sounds a little strange, I understand what the wolf is trying to say.

I place my hand on his cheek and return the smile. "It's okay; I understand everything you're saying." Yet, all of a sudden, his face falls, and his smile disappears as if he never showed it to me. I step closer, "What's wrong?"

"Give Vincent his body back. I feel no baby, no pregnancy, pups later. And mate not ready to be with a wolf yet." Damian's sudden statement shocks me, making me sad but also relieved. Neither of us is ready to have a child right now, so it's better to wait until our lives are on calmer tracks with little to no obstacles in our way.

"Whenever we are ready," I smile at Damian again, assuring him that I want to have children. One day, but not anytime soon.

He doesn't say anything, just closes his eyes. As soon as they open, the pitch-black colour disappears- the wolf steps back, letting Vince take complete control. A wide grin spreads across his lips as he takes a step toward me. For some reason, I feel like I should back away, and I do every time Vince tries to get closer.

"Now that I know you're not carrying my pup, it's about time we get down to the business. Or as you would say," Vince raises his hands in a gesture that includes quotes, "Then fuck me already."

I bite my bottom lip and look around the bathroom. I wonder if I should try to leave or let him keep playing the damn game I started. Maybe it's not too late to look for a way out. Sometimes acting on an instinct doesn't play off nearly as good as I'd think, and I'm pretty sure I'm into something grand.

"You look so damn hot when you bite your lip. Damn, if you only knew how much I'd love to see my cock stuck between your lips." Vince groans, and as soon as I make a face at him, my mate's lips twist into a sinister smile. "Speaking of which- on your knees, Hell Flame." Is he freaking serious?

I shake my head, but Vince's smile only widens. "It's up to you- if you want to follow my orders like a good girl, you should be or suffer the consequences. The choice is yours, but I would advise you to get on your knees. The sooner, the better." There's a hint of warning in his voice, telling me that the consequences might be something I wouldn't enjoy.

So, without more attempts to fight back, I gulp and fall to my knees in front of Vincent. He pats my head and whispers, "Good girl." I don't know if it's the excitement I feel or maybe fear of the unknown, but the way he says it makes me feel something. Before I can gather my thoughts or feelings, Vince grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. "Now, open wide."

I do as I'm told, giving up any control I might gain, and not a second later than I've parted my lips, Vince pushes the tip of his erection into my mouth. My eyes widen, but he just grabs me by the hair and thrust his member deeper into my mouth. "Relax, it won't hurt you. Let your instincts guide you, and if you're still unsure of what to do, I'll guide you," his voice is calm but so full of hidden excitement that I want to do my best to please him. I've heard many strange things women have talked about, so I try to rewind the memories of those conversations and follow their words.

My tongue slides over the tip of his member as I suck in my cheeks so my lips can fully encircle his erection. I bob my head back and forth- slowly at first, then taking up the pace. I glance at my mate and notice how his lips part, and he closes his eyes. As soon as the first moan and grunt come out of him, I know I'm doing it right. I become way too excited about my success and try to pick up the pace, but Vince doesn't seem thrilled with the idea. He holds me by the hair and pulls me back. "I have no intention of cumming in your mouth, Hell Flame, be careful," Vince announces as he runs his thumb over my bottom lip.

He helps me back to my feet and pulls me against him. Vince buries his face in my neck. "Bed, on all fours," he whispers, but the way he commands me around sends a shiver down my spine.

I try to back away, and when I do, Vince grabs my towel and tosses it aside, leaving me completely bare before him. I don't want to look self-conscious, so I quickly do as he told me. I climb onto the bed and support my weight on my hands and knees. I want to glance over my shoulder, but I don't dare to. At that moment, I literally offer myself to my mate- there's no need to pay attention to the look on his face.

The first thing I feel is his finger at my entrance. "You are dripping, love," Vince growls under his breath. I raise an eyebrow but don't ask anything- this man says what he thinks and doesn't bother sugarcoating anything. I still need time to get used to being so open and call things as they are. Vince grabs me by the hips and pulls me closer to the edge of the bed.

"Ready?" He asks, and I immediately nod my head, excited to keep up with the game of lust. But the next thing I know, it's not his erection that's near me; instead, it's his hand on my ass, probably leaving a bruise. "Words, love, I need words," he hisses under his breath.

"I'm r- ready." I stutter. The fact that I can barely speak is not because of the pain, or the stinging sensation, but because of the need for him, for closeness and pleasure that only we can give each other.

Vince positions himself between my legs, holding my hips tightly as he thrusts his erection into me. I hiss in surprise and pain- the first moment seems to be the most painful, no matter how hard he tries to stretch me. Unlike last time, Vince doesn't wait for me to get used to his size; he moves his hips immediately, inch by inch. He's slow and gentle at first, but as soon as he feels my body relax, he gets rougher.

Vincent slides his hand from my hip to the back of my neck and presses my face against the mattress. I hold onto the sheets for my dear life as my mate thrusts inside me. The sounds leaving him makes it almost impossible to hold back the orgasm that's approaching me. Between the loud moans, I scream out his name. My walls clench around his member; I'm so close it hurts. But one thing doesn't change with Vincent- he stops as soon as he senses I'm about to reach my climax.

Vincent wraps his arm around my waist and lifts me up as if I weigh nothing. "You could pull that thing out while we change positions, don't you think?" I groan, but the only response I get from him is a chuckle.

Vincent sits down on the edge of our bed, and his hands immediately cup my breasts. I sit on top of him, my back to his face, but he still doesn't move, so I assume it's my turn. I move my body up and down, at first slowly to get used to the new position, but once I feel comfortable, I pick up the pace. Vincent's hand slides down to my sex, and as his fingers glide over my clit, it's an insane new kind of pleasure that builds inside me. As his fingers play with my clit, I throw my head back and keep riding him as if this is our last time. All we hear is our moans, gasps, grunts, and the sound of our skin colliding. Neither of us thinks about how loud we are or how many pack members might hear us-this is our moment. "I'm so bloody close!" I hiss, closing my eyes.

"Good to know," Vince growls, nearly knocking me off balance as he gently pushes me away from him.

Panting and barely standing, I give him an annoyed look. "Just a few more seconds, and I'd be done. What the hell is wrong with you?" I speak with so much irritation, I think I might cry due to heightened emotions.

But my mate doesn't show a hint of concern. He spins me around and pulls me closer to him. "I know, just relax, firecracker," Vince whispers, laying down on the bed. I raise an eyebrow- am I supposed to sit on top of him now? Before I can question his strange antics, he gestures at his face and grins. "Your seat is ready, M'lady."

I throw my hands up in frustration and groan. "You must be kidding me! I'm not going to sit on your face; I'll crush you! Can't we do this the traditional way and avoid the weird ideas you have?" Why can't we have sex the way normal people do? Why does it always have to be about changing positions and holding back the orgasm for Vince?

"You wanted to have an orgasm, and I'm going to give you the best one you had, so sit the fuck down. And I don't mean squat, I mean fucking sit," he doesn't look at me, but I know he's as annoyed by my reluctance as I am by his constant need to change everything.

I shrug, but I comply. If Vince wants to die of oxygen deprivation so badly, who am I to tell him not to. I climb on top of him and place my legs on either side of his head. I try to squat down, even though he's forbidden me to do so, but I really don't want to kill my mate. But then again, Vince is Vince, and he will do whatever he wants, however he wants to do it. His hands clench around my hips, forcing me down to his face. Vincent's tongue instantly slides over my clit, and the same intense feeling comes over me. Along the way, I'm so lost that I don't notice the moment Vincent inserts two fingers inside me until he begins to move them. His tongue focuses on my clit, and just as I'm about to climax, Vince gently captures my clit between his teeth and pulls his fingers out. I throw my head back, and my hands instinctively grab my breasts as I move my hips and scream out his name. Wave after wave consumes me until I finally get over the high. "You were right, so damn right," I whisper as I get off Vince and collapse on the bed. My eyelids are getting extremely heavy; it seems impossible to stay awake. "But what about you?" I ask, despite the loud yawn that leaves me.

Vincent chuckles as he pulls a blanket over my naked form. "That we will leave for round two. Get some rest first."