Chapter 180 Consumed by fire
Chapter 180: Consumed by Fire
Milo's POV
The world shattered into a thousand brilliant fragments the moment Damon entered me.
Rough, dry and without warning.
"Oh god…" The words ripped from my throat, raw and desperate before i could stop it.. My fingers clawed at the sheets beneath me, searching for something solid to anchor myself to as sensation overwhelmed every nerve ending in my body.
Damon had taken me unawares. One moment I was falling apart from the building sensation that wanted to drown me, the next moment, I was spread like a loaf of bread, my ass being stretched to the limit. Without warning or lube, he entered me kust like that..
He was so much bigger than his fingers had prepared me for, or could ever prepare me. The stretch burned, but it was the kind of burn that felt right, like my body had been waiting for this exact moment my entire life. Like I had been incomplete until now.
"Breathe, love," Damon's voice rumbled against my shoulder blade, his lips pressing gentle kisses along my spine even as he held himself still inside me. "Breathe through it, love"
The sound of him calling me love made me want to cum without even him touching me, how he held me so possessively, but delicate, like an egg made my toes tingle with warmth.
I tried. God, I tried to breathe, my omega hormones kicked up, sending calming waves through my body, but that was hardly enough for me to escape the reality of Damon taking me unawares. Every inhale made me more aware of how full I felt, how completely he filled me, how the purple glow beneath my skin had intensified to the point where I could see it reflecting off the walls around us.
"Move," I finally gasped out. "Please, Damon. I need…"
I didn't get to finish the sentence. He pulled back slowly, so slowly I could feel every inch of him dragging against places inside me I didn't even know existed, places that sent sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. Then he thrust back in, harder this time, and I saw stars explode in my vision.
"Yes!" The word came out as a broken moan. "Just like that. Don't stop."
He didn't. His hips found a rhythm that was both punishing and perfect, each thrust driving deeper, hitting that spot inside me that made my vision white out. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks, holding me steady as he claimed me over and over again.
The glow intensified with each movement, pulsing every time Damon slammed against me, his pelvic hitting my ass cheeks. I could feel the bond between us singing, vibrating with power and pleasure and something so profound it terrified me. This was more than sex. This was two souls recognizing each other, binding together in ways that went beyond the physical.
"Mine," Damon growled, his voice rough with barely controlled wolf. His teeth scraped against the back of my neck, and I shuddered., almost losing the feel of my limbs that held me from flung head over. "Say it, Milo. Tell me you are mine."
"Yours," I gasped, pushing back against him, meeting each thrust with a desperate need of Mt own. "Always yours, Damon. Only yours."
The confession seemed to unleash something in him. His pace increased, becoming almost feral in its intensity. The bed frame creaked beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful movement. Part of me distantly worried that everyone in the pack house could probably hear us, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
Let them hear. Let them know exactly who I belonged to.
His hand snaked around my waist, wrapping around my neglected cock, and I nearly sobbed at the contact. I was so sensitive, still trembling from the earlier pleasure he'd wrung from me, and now this…
"Too much," I whimpered, even as I thrust into his fist. "Damon, it's too much, I can't…"
"You can," he commanded, his strokes matching the rhythm of his hips. "Come for me, Milo. Let me feel you fall apart."
His words came like a heavenly mandate.
The combination of sensations…him pounding the living daylight out of me, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust, his hand working my cock, the bond thrumming between us… everything was overwhelming. The purple glow beneath my skin exploded outward, bathing the entire room in violet light so bright I had to squeeze my eyes shut.
"Damon!" His name tore from my lips as pleasure crashed over me in waves so intense I thought I might actually die from it. My body clenched around him, trembling violently as I spilled over his hand, painting the new bedsheets beneath us.
He groaned, his rhythm faltering for just a moment before he thrust deep one final time. I felt him pulse inside me, filling me with his warmth, marking me from the inside out. His teeth sank into the junction of my neck and shoulder… not deep enough to break skin, but enough to send another aftershock of pleasure rolling through me.
"Mine," he growled against my skin, riding out his climax that seemed unending. and I could only whimper in agreement.
We stayed like that for several heartbeats, both of us shaking, the glow slowly dimming back to its usual soft luminescence. My arms finally gave out, and I collapsed forward onto the mattress, boneless and thoroughly wrecked. Damon followed me down, careful not to crush me with his weight, pressing kisses along my shoulders and the back of my neck.
"Are you alright?" he murmured, his voice soft now, concerned.
I could only nod weakly, still trying to remember how to form coherent words. Every muscle in my body felt like liquid, pleasantly sore in ways that made me never want to move again.
Damon carefully pulled out, and I whimpered at the loss, feeling suddenly empty. He rolled me over gently, and I finally got to see his face. His eyes were still flickering between human and wolf, his hair disheveled, lips swollen from our kisses. He looked as wrecked as I felt, and something warm bloomed in my chest at the sight.
"That was..." I started, but couldn't find the words.
"Amazing, milo" he agreed, a small smile playing on his lips. He brushed my hair back from my forehead, his touch impossibly gentle after the intensity of what we'd just shared. "Are you okay? I wasn't too rough? My bad…"
"You were perfect," I whispered, pulling him down for a soft kiss. "Everything was perfect."
The glow pulsed warmly between us, a contented purr rather than the earlier inferno. Through the bond, I could feel his satisfaction, his love, his fierce protectiveness. And underneath it all, something that made me feel like I would burn with its heat.
“Milo”