“You’re going to regret doing that” He says, his lips so close I could feel them move against mine as he spoke. His fingers move down to my neck, then to my shoulder before moving to my breast. I feel his thumb brush over my nipple and it instantly hardens under his touch. He then pinches it between his fingers before twisting it and I make a strangled noise at the sudden pain, my pussy dripping and my walls clench and I don’t understand why my body is reacting to him this way, when he is causing me pain.
I can feel Layla purring in my head and I fight the urge to roll my eyes at her.
Damien’s hands move lower and his index finger trailing down my side leaving goosebumps everywhere he touches. I feel it trace across my stomach and my breath hitches in my throat. He then runs his fingers along my pubic bone, before I feel his foot push my legs apart. He runs his fingers over my wet lips and I hear him groan when he realises how wet I am. His finger sliding between the wet folds, my core aching to be touched, as I feel his finger brush over my clit.
A knock on the door makes us freeze. Damien moves to the side, blocking me from whoever was standing in the doorway, growling loudly at being disturbed. Looking over his shoulder, I realise it was one of the warriors who dragged away the rogue.
He doesn’t even lift his head at us, keeping his eyes low to the ground. “What?” Damien growls and I watch as the man shakes in fear.
“The rogue Alpha, wants to know if he can speak to Luna” He says, stuttering over the last word. I move slightly when I feel Damien’s hand reach toward me, pushing me back behind him.
“I will be there in a minute” He tells the warrior who takes off away from his Alphas wrath.
Damien walks over and closes the door before turning toward me, and I take a step back at his sudden anger shining in his eyes.
“Don’t move,” He says and I freeze, not wanting to anger him more than he already is.
“I will go deal with the rogue and see what he wants, you stay here” He says grabbing my chin making me meet his gaze. I shake my head and his grip gets tighter, a low growl escaping his lips at my defiance.
“You will stay here or I will kill him, understood?” Damien says, his eyes never leaving mine. I want so desperately to look away from his penetrating gaze, but Layla won’t let me, telling me to stay strong. He lets go of my chin when I nod. He goes to walk away and up the stairs when I reach out, grabbing his arm.
“You promise you won’t hurt him?” I ask he doesn’t look back but rips his arm from my grip before walking up the stairs. I follow him and watch as he walks into the wardrobe before coming out dressed in jeans and a blue shirt. His biceps bulging and I can see how angry he is by the rise and fall of his chest. I wonder why he hates Rogues so much?
“I will be back soon, you better be here when I get back. You won’t like the consequences if you aren’t here when I return, understood” He says moving closer forcing me to look up at him. I nod and he places his palm on the side of my face, his thumb brushing over my lips softly before he leans down pressing his lips to my forehead. He then turns and walks out of the room.
Layla saunters forward peering out of my eyes, I walk into the bathroom deciding to take a shower.
“Do you think Damien will hurt him?” I ask Layla, concerned for the rogue’s safety. She thinks for a second before answering.
“No, Darian won’t risk us rejecting him. But Damien wants to kill him” She tells me, which has me again wondering why he hates rogue so much. I think he has forgotten I am technically a rogue. I think before Layla jumps in.
“That’s different, he doesn’t think of us as rogue, he thinks of us as his” I shake my head at his logic. I spend a bit of time in the shower washing my hair and body of the dirt I am covered in from shifting. Getting out I grab a towel and nearly jump out my skin when I see Damien sitting on the edge of the bed, a sly smile on his face as I walk out in just a towel.
“Come here,” He says. I shake my head, not liking the look on his face. He raises an eyebrow when I don’t move from the position I am frozen in.
“Do I have to get you myself?” He asks. I step one foot forward, forcing myself to move. He holds his hand out for me to take and I look at it. Unsure of what it is he wants. I hesitate and his eyes grow darker and I quickly place my hand in his, only for him to jerk me forward and throw me across his lap. I try to sit up and I feel his hand in the centre of my back, holding me still. I squirm when I feel him lift the towel, exposing my bare ass to him.
“Stop moving, you will only make it worse for yourself” He says as he rubs my ass with his other hand. I try to sit up again and he shoves me down. His hand rubbing circles on my ass.
“Such a plump little ass you have” He says, his voice slightly deeper. His hand leaves my ass and I feel him fiddle with the buckle of his belt before sliding it off. I start fighting, trying to get up, his arm only pressing down harder in the centre of my back. I hear leather swish through the air before I hear the slap of flesh, my ass burning from the sensation as it hits my skin and I buck, pain spreading across my cheek.
His hand rubs over my arse and I hear him take a deep breath in, and can feel the bulge in his pants growing underneath me. Sparks fly over my flesh where his hand touches, soothing the intense burn. He moves his hand away and I feel my eyes water when the belt comes down on my ass again, making me whimper. When I feel him pull his hand away again. I do the only thing I could possibly think of. I bite down on his leg as hard as I can. He doesn’t even flinch but I hear him groan before I feel his hand come down on my ass so hard it hurt worse than the belt. I cry out at the sudden burn before I feel him rub my ass, which feels like it's welted.
His fingers moving between my ass cheeks before moving between my lips and I am shocked when I realise how wet I am. He shoves a finger inside me and I flinch at the sudden intrusion before I feel him move his fingers inside me, I moan loudly at the new sensation. But it’s gone all too fast when I feel his hand move back to my arse.
“Bite him again,” Layla purrs to me.
“Are you nuts? My fucking ass feels like it bleeding it is that sore” I scream at her in my head.
“Come on, take one for the team, that was so hot” She purrs.
“You take one for the team and bare your furry ass to him” I growl back at her, as his hand comes down on my ass again making my eyes water. I whimper at the sudden pain and have to hold back a sob at the burning sensation. My eyes burn with tears that want to spill over. His hand then rubs my ass, soothing the pain, and I relax slightly against him.
“Are you going to challenge my authority again?” He asks and I bite down on my tongue to resist the urge to tell him to go fuck himself. I feel his hand lift from ass and I panic as I know he is about to slap it again.
“No, no, I will be good,” I tell him. I feel him chuckle softly before his hand comes down softly to rub my ass, making me relax.
I feel his hand move lower going back to my core; he slides his finger inside before twisting and turning it, and I slump against him, enjoying the feeling of his finger moving in and out of me. He pulls it out before sliding in another one; I moan loudly at the feeling and push against his fingers. I feel my stomach tighten and my skin heating up and I feel my orgasm sitting right on the edge. My walls clench around his fingers once, twice, then he suddenly removes them and I whine, frustrated when he deprives me of my orgasm.