Chapter 161 Breaking down
Chapter 191: the breaking dawn
Milo's POV
Consciousness returned slowly to my tired body, like swimming up from deep water. For a moment, I couldn't recognise the blue glow of light that illuminated my surroundings in an ethereal beautiful glow.
The cavern,
I realised, rising to sit up, my body ached from sleeping on sand, and I could feel my very pores shivering in the cold, even with the warmth of Damon's fur as a blanket.
Except there was no fur beneath my hand!
What was going on!
My fingers met smooth skin instead of the coarse hair I expected. Warm, human skin stretched over tightly packed muscle registered in my brain.
The fuck,
My once drowsy eyes shot open, my brain struggling to process what I was feeling with my hands.
Damon lay beside me, I remembered I had snuggled into his soft fur in the night, but now, there was no fur
Nor any sight of the huge beast I have grown to like. In its place, was a man!
He was sprawled on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes, chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. Every inch of his ripped muscles was exposed to the soft blue light of the cavern, and every inch was perfectly captivating and impossibly human. The familiar scars from his wounds remained, pink lines across otherwise flawless skin, he once told me where all gotten from war. His dark hair fell messily across his forehead. His lips were slightly parted.
He was human again,
Damon lay absolutely, completely naked, but human!
"Damon?" My voice came out as barely a whisper.
He stirred, making a soft sound of complaint at being woken. His arm moved from his eyes, and those familiar green eyes blinked open, confused.
"Milo?" His voice. His actual voice, rough from sleep but undeniably his.
“You…”
“What happened?” He asked alert, “Did the ferals come again? Did they hurt you?”
"You shifted back, damon." I could barely get the words out. "You are human."
He looked down at himself confused, but it didn't stay for long, his eyes widened in shock. His hands came up, and he stared at them like he had never seen them before. Flexing his claws, no fingers. He touched his face, felt his jaw, his very human teeth.
"I... how?" He sat up quickly, still examining himself. "The curse should not have broken. I did not do anything to..."
I could not help it anymore. Joy exploded through me like fireworks. I launched myself at him, falling both of us to the ground, as I wrapped my arms around his neck in the tightest embrace I could manage.
"You are back! You are really back! I knew the water would help, I knew something would change, I knew…"
“Uhhm…milo” His voice came out forced,
That was when I realized my mistake.
Every inch of my body was pressed against every inch of his very naked body. His skin was warm, almost feverish, and I could feel every plane of his muscle, every ridge and valley. His hands had automatically come up to catch me, landing on my waist, and now we were frozen like that,
Chest to chest. Hip to hip, me onto him with our lips barely brushing against each other.
His eyes went lower...
I felt the exact moment his body responded to our proximity. Something hard pressed against my stomach, growing more insistent with each heartbeat.
"Milo," His voice had dropped an octave, rough and dangerous. "You need to let go."
Oops, I blushed like an idiot, my face lighting up with an invisible fire. I could feel the blush creeping down my neck like a rapid storm, settling at the pit of my stomach.
"I should, Yes. Letting go would be smart." But my limbs refused to obey my commands, my arms wrapped around around his neck refused to let go,
Lior, my wolf that has been quiet for a while now. Rumbled to life, pushing towards the surface.
A cheeky smile replaced my embarrassment, without feeling shame, I rolled my hips seductively.
His hands tightened on my waist. "Milo, st..."
"You said my name already."
"I am trying to be responsible here." He had a pleading look on his dark handsome face, gosh, I didn't realise I had missed seeing his manly but slight childish features. He tries to always hide behind a frown.
"When has that ever been fun?"
"This is not a game." He warned, his voice was darker now, almost a growl.
Good let his wolf come out.
He tried to resist, but his hands were moving now, sliding from my waist to my lower back, pulling me impossibly closer, pressing flush against his naked form. A wicked smile crossed my face. I could feel his walls breaking like shard glass. "If you do not move right now, I am going to do something we cannot take back."
The white of his eyes were almost gone now, replaced by his wolf color of gold. I hesitated a little, but it was just for a moment, before it disappeared.
"What if I don't want you to?" The word slipped out before I could stop it.
That was all the permission he needed. His mouth crashed into mine, and it was nothing like a sweet kiss by the river. This was years of suppressed want poured into a single moment. Into a single miss that took my breath away.
His hands tangled in my hair tightly, angling my head to deepen the kiss. I could taste his desperation, his need, his relief at being human enough to do this.
I felt our mate bond, open and all his emotions exploded inside me like a thunder,
my vision blurred into dots of white and black, as Damon's mouth devoured mine with hot intensity and fire I have never seen before.
My hands explored the expanse of his back, trailing to his sides, feeling his packed muscles shift and flex, every movement, every shift, every feeling was heightened and doubled.
He made a sound against my mouth that sent heat pooling low in my stomach, my dick throbbed painfully against my boxers, when i thought that i couldn't handle all of it
We finally broke apart gasping for air, his pupils were completely gone, eyes had gone dark, his hair was scattered and disheveled.
My handwork, I smiled darkly inside.
"This is not how I imagined our first time," he said, voice wrecked, I couldn't imagine the amount of resistance he put in just to say those words.
"You imagined it?"
"Every night since I saved you in that damned room." His thumb traced my slightly sore bottom lip. "But not in a cave, covered in sand, after fighting ferals."
"Would you prefer we wait for a proper bed with rose petals and romantic music?" I said, my sarcasm thick in my voice.
"I would prefer we were not in danger of the pack sending a search party."
As if summoned by his words, a howl echoed from somewhere above us. Then another, then dozens.
I froze,
"How?... They are looking for us," my voice came out urgent,
"They are worried." He pressed his forehead against mine. "We have been gone all night."
"We should go."
"We should."
But his hands refused to release me.
"Damon?"
"Yes?"
"Your... situation is poking me."
His laugh was strained. "And whose fault is that?"
"Yours for being naked."
"I did not exactly plan this."
Another round of howls, closer now. With a groan of frustration, pulling me down to sniff deeply between my neck.
“Gosh I missed doing this.” His hands traced small circles on my back.
“Damon!... your people, they are coming”
“I know, let them come” He murmured, sticking his tongue out to lick a sensitive part of my skin.
“Ahh…, we should…”
“They won't find us,” his voice was now more of a growl than an actual human voice.
“You don't…”
“I know that we are not done” his hands slipped into my shorts, grabbing my bare ass in a painful grip.
“Damon…you said we should do it…”
“I changed my mind, little wolf”
That name…
A shudder ran down my spine, but the sound of the pack members were getting closer than before.
“No, We should…”
“Stay still Milo!” his command rolled through my body like fire, I never saw coming. My body betrayed me immediately.
I didn't know when i whimpered like a little puppy,
“Like I said before, little wolf, we are not done.” He growled again, cutting off any form of resistance.
"Stop looking at me like that,"
"Like what?"
"Like you want to eat me."
"Maybe I do."
“Huh…no…”
His mouth smashed against mine with a force that took my whole breath away, sealing off my words.