“What is it?” I ask,
“We should talk after dinner” He says softly and I nod. Layla’s voice in my head.
“It’s about the birth control in your arm, I told you it was a bad idea” She said.
“Well, that wasn’t the reason I had it put in. I can remove it, besides I actually forgot about it till Ryker mentioned it. Do you think we would heal if I removed it?”
Layla nodded in my head. Might as well get it over with and not give him a reason to be upset. It’s not like I was hiding it from him. I honestly forget it’s even there.
“Come, we should head down” Damien says and I nod. As we are about to go down the stairs, I stop.
“You go ahead, I will be down in a second” Damien nods before walking down.
Going into the bathroom, I lock the door before shoving my shirt sleeve up.
“And you’re sure you want to do it?” Layla asks and I can feel her peering through my eyes looking at my arm.
“Yeah, having the kids here made me realise how much I want kids with him” I tell her. Letting my claws extend, I press one against my skin and hiss slightly, making it just big enough to pinch my fingers around the bar.
“That is so gross” Layla gags in my head. Gripping my fingers around the end, I pull on it and it doesn’t budge, constantly shifting had moved it deeper into my arm.
“Maybe slice your nail across it, opening it” Layla suggests. I do as she said, trusting that she would heal it. The thin little flexible bar comes out easily before I drop it on the counter. I watch amazed as the wound heals.
“I wonder why we can heal now?” I ask her.
“Little things yes but let's not try for bigger injuries” She states.
"Damien marking us, I think helps but mainly I think it’s because our bond is stronger” She admits and I have to agree with her. My bond with Layla had grown greatly, and I loved that we had each other to lean on. Washing my arm, I then quickly wash my hands, slipping the bar in my pants pocket before heading down for dinner.
Everyone ate quickly, wanting to shower and go to bed, and I even convinced Natalia to have dinner with us for once. When everyone went to their rooms, I stacked the dishwasher with Damien’s help. I could tell he was nervous through the bond and slightly upset.
When we were done, Damien led me upstairs to our room, closing the door behind us. I flop down on the bed and Damien sits on the edge of the bed. Placing his head in his hands, not looking at me.
“Do you want kids?” He asks, and I know Layla was right, it's about birth control.
“Yes, I do” I tell him. Damien looks up and I can tell he thinks I am just saying that to please him.
“Then why are you on birth control and why didn’t you tell me”
“Because I forgot about it, I wasn’t trying to keep it from you” I tell him, trying to pull him closer with my feet, but he pushes my feet away.
“You understand it has to come out then” He says, eyeing my arm like he wants to rip it out himself. Reaching into my pants pocket, I wriggle around trying to find it before pulling it out. Damien watches before he pinches the small rod between his fingers, his eyebrows furrowing.
“What’s this?” He asks, confused.
“My implant, I removed it earlier. Ryker said something to me” I tell him and I watch as his face lights up before he grips my ankles tugging me toward him.
I squeal at the sudden rush before I find myself on Damien’s lap, my legs straddling his and his arms wrapping around my waist tightly as he kisses me. His tongue tastes every inch of my mouth and I feel his grip on my hips tighten as he grinds them against him, making me moan at the friction. I can feel his erection pressing against me and I move my hips against him and he groans before flipping me onto my back so he is now between my legs as he grinds his hips into me.
“Does that mean, you're still willing?” he says, grinding his hips into me harder. I chuckle before kissing him and wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
Chapter 45
Lily POV
My heart was hammering against my chest, Damien’s arousal flooding into me through the bond, and I could feel his erection pressing against me through his pants. Damien tugs my pants down slightly his lips going to mine, and I feel his tongue plunge into my mouth tasting every inch, I kiss him back and he groans into my mouth as I feel him hook his fingers into the waistband of my pants tugging them down further and I grip his shirt trying to pull it up.
Sitting up on his knees I watch as he pulls his shirt off over his head and discards it on the floor.