“You’re not going anywhere until I’m good and ready.”
“You’re an asshole. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“You just did, and a couple of times before that.”
She glared at him. “Let me go.”
“No. You’re going to be sore, Holly. In case you were wondering, I wasn’t gentle with you. Another reason I’m so pissed off with you. Just lie still and be a good girl.”
“I’m not a damn toy.”
“That’s true.”
“You’re … intolerable.”
“Probably another reason I got removed from my pack.”
“Don’t make jokes about that. It’s not funny.”
“I never said it was.”
Holly lay back down, and he stroked her back, loving her closeness. The blissful peace of silence, but he had a feeling it wouldn’t last.
“Don’t you miss it?” she asked.
“What?”
“Being part of a pack.”
“My experiences with all packs are bad ones. I wouldn’t trust anyone around me, so no, I don’t miss it.” It was partly a lie. He didn’t miss the judgment or the fighting.
She sighed.
“If you gave us a chance, we could give you a real sense of being part of a pack and being home.”
“With all due respect, you were forced out of your homes due to human hunters. I’ve never heard of anything like that.” He kissed the top of her head. “Stop thinking about it. It’ll make it easier.”
She lifted up and shook her head. “I can’t not think about it, Damon. It was so … scary.” She shivered.
“Nothing is going to hurt you here, okay? I’m here.”
“They don’t care about that. They attack and hunt for sport. They don’t care about not invading homes.” She sighed.
She settled back down in his arms and the water began to grow cold.
He hoped she had enough time to relieve the soreness. He wouldn’t take her again tonight, but he certainly wouldn’t wait around. His dick was already rock-hard at the thought of fucking her again.
Damon wanted to be inside her, to feel her come as he filled her with his cum. When the water was too cold, he lifted the plug, and with his strength, he moved her, lifting her in his arms and carrying her through to the bedroom without even drying them.
“Damon?”
“Shh, it’s fine,” he said.
He slid her beneath the covers, climbing in behind her. Banding an arm around her, he pulled her in close, pressing his face against her neck and breathing her in.
“Trust me. Go to sleep.”
Chapter Four
“What if Henry comes in?”
“He won’t.”
Holly looked toward the door with a sigh. They were in his office. Damon had requested her presence as she’d been in the garden. Henry escorted her to their “master.” It was how she had started to refer to Damon inside her head.
“Strip. Slowly.”
She wore a pair of jeans and a shirt. There were plenty of skirts and dresses in her wardrobe, but she didn’t dare wear any of them, as she didn’t think they would suit her.
With her gaze on him, she couldn’t find another argument with him. This morning, she’d woken up in his arms to find he’d been watching her. He wouldn’t tell her how long he’d been doing that, but it had been long enough.
He’d kissed her lips before climbing out of bed, claiming to have lots of work to do. She didn’t know what could be so important for him to get to. All morning she’d relived the previous night. The way he touched her. His hands on her body. The feel of him inside her. Every single part of her had been completely flooded with pleasure. She spent a lot of time in the garden as it didn’t have his scent. She wasn’t used to being so aroused.
Even her wolf was restless within her.
She removed her shirt, letting it fall to the ground, followed by her jeans. In her underwear, she waited for the next instruction.
“No. All of it off.”
She removed her bra and panties.
Now naked, she put her hands on her hips, allowing him to look his fill. “Do you like what you see?” she asked.
“You have no idea.”
The way his hand moved, she knew he touched himself. Seconds passed, and she heard the sound of his zipper sliding down. An answering heat flooded her pussy. She was so incredibly turned on at that moment.
All she wanted was to feel his touch.
“I can smell you from here.”
“You want to see all of me?” With her hands on her hips, she began to slowly turn around, giving him a view of all of her. When her back was toward him, he groaned.
“Bend over, let me see that pretty ass. I want you to spread it for me.”
She bent forward, holding her ass cheeks and spreading them open.
“Oh, fuck, look at that cunt. You’re so wet for me. Come here.”
She stood up and moved toward him. The moment she was within arm’s reach, Damon grabbed her and moved her so that her back was still toward him. His cock brushed against her entrance, and she gasped as she slowly sank down on his dick. Inch by glorious inch slid inside her.