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“Untie me and flip me over, you idiot.” When his expression
remained vacant, she screamed, “M
ount me, dammit
!” Her skin was on fire.
If he didn’t mount her, she was going to go insane.

“You’re still in heat.” How could he sound so damn confused?

“Of course, I am. You fucked me, but you didn’t mount me,
you dolt!”

Damien smiled and she hissed at him. She kicked him in the
back again. “I said what you wanted me to say, so keep your word!
Mount me
!”

He frowned. “What do you mean, you said what I wanted you to
say?”

“Now. Damn it. Mount me
now
!”

“Serena…”

She lunged upward and bit his lip. A perfect droplet of
blood welled from the bite. Serena licked her lips. He reached above her and
tore the ties free. He pulled back. She scrambled off the desk and on to the
carpeted floor. She got on all fours and looked back at him. Damien was staring
at her red, swollen flesh like a man coming off a six-day drunk. He tore off
his silk shorts, staggered and dropped to his knees.

“You have such a fine ass.”

He rubbed his hand over the curve then he brought his palm
down sharply, and she moaned as the sting turned to heat. He slapped her ass
cheeks twice more and she came. Serena spread her knees farther apart and
offered her ass to him. He groaned and buried his face in her cunt, sucked her
clit into his mouth and bit it.

“More. Give me more, Damien.”

Serena pressed her head down to the floor and kept her ass
high to entice him. She sighed as she felt his fingers penetrate her clasping
pussy. He went searching for that sweet spot deep inside and found it with
little difficulty. Damien deepened the internal massage and she opened for him,
taking his fingers deep. She was so wet she knew she could probably take his
fist if he gave it to her.

Suddenly, she gasped and her womb tightened and jerked.
Serena felt the jolt through her entire body as she came once more. She barely
noticed when he pulled his fingers out. When he began to tease her entrance
with the tip of his cock, she definitely noticed that.

“Yes, Damien. Mount me! Please!”

“What did you mean, Serena?”

“Huh?” She thrust her hips back, but he drew himself away
from her. “Stop it! Don’t tease me anymore. I
need
you!”

“What did you mean when you said what I wanted you to say?”
Damien rubbed her tight clit with the head of his cock.

“Son of a bitch. You are going to argue about that now?”

“No time like the present.” He was pissed. Serena could hear
that in his growl, but just now she needed to be mounted. Why did he have to be
difficult?

She arched her hips as he slipped just the head of his cock
into her cunt. She tried to thrust on to him, but Damien evaded her. He
continued to torment her clit and the entrance to her pussy.

“Damien, please. I’m begging you. Mount me! I need you.” She
was sobbing, but she couldn’t control anything anymore. She just needed him.

“Are you my bitch or not, Serena?”

“Why do we have to argue about this now? I need you inside
me!”

“Do you belong to me?”

“Damien!
Why now?
”

He eased into her cunt, but only halfway. Serena tried to
clamp down on him, but he wasn’t far enough inside for them to lock together.

“Why? Because you’re fertile, Serena.”

“Every female in heat is fertile.”

“That’s not entirely true. There is a short period of time
when your body is
actively
fertile. That time is
now
, Serena.
Right
now. I can smell it. When we lock together, I am going to plant my pup in your
womb. So, what I want to know is—are you my bitch or not?”

Serena was panting. She needed to come, but what he said
finally sank in. Damien rubbed his palm over her lower abdomen, right over her
womb. She could feel it tighten in response. She looked over her shoulder into
his dark eyes. He was in as much pain from denial as she was, she could read it
in his eyes. But this was important to him.
She
was important to him.

“Yes, Damien. Yes, I’m your bitch, so will you please mount
me?”

A smile grew on his face and she could see joy in his eyes.
“It will be my pleasure, sweetheart.”

Damien’s fingers dipped between her legs and he plucked at
her clit with his fingertips. He rubbed while she pressed into his hand. Serena
panted and she closed her eyes tightly to focus on the feelings he was dragging
from her tense body. His fingers circled her throbbing clit as he pressed his
cock deeper into her tight cunt.

He eased out then entered again, edging deeper…in and out,
just outside the range where they’d lock together. The friction at the entrance
combined with the teasing of her clit caused her to shudder as yet another
orgasm swept through her. Damien thrust deep, hitting bottom. She felt his cock
alter while her cunt did the same. Her muscles tightened down, spasming uncontrollably.
Damien howled as his seed spurted into her. Just as Serena thought they were
done, his cock jerked inside her and let loose another stream of sperm into her
waiting womb.

His hips jerked and he grasped her shoulders in his hands.
She felt his breath on her neck then his teeth clamped down on her shoulder.
Damien bit deep and she knew he was marking her as she’d marked him. He held
her in place with his teeth as they continued to orgasm. Each time his cock
erupted more come into her, her cunt walls constricted on him to milk him for
more. Serena was trembling, barely able to keep her hips lifted for him, but
still she continued to come. He sighed and fell heavily onto her, driving her
down to the carpet beneath him. Serena couldn’t move, and neither could he.
They were still locked together—Damien’s cock shuddering inside her. He
retracted his teeth from her shoulder and licked the wound until it quit
bleeding.

Serena tried to move her hips away from him, only to find
them still bound together. “How long are we stuck like this?”

He sighed. “At least half an hour, maybe more.”

She groaned as little quakes of climax rippled through her
body again. “I’m still coming.”

“So am I.”

He sounded sleepy. Damien buried his face in the curve of
her neck and shoulder, cupped one of her breasts in his hand and hooked a leg
over her hip. Even as his cock continued to send off little explosions in her
cunt, Serena could sense him slipping into sleep. Typical male. It was the last
thought she had before she too slept.

Chapter Six

Serena was hot and tried to push her blanket off, but it
wouldn’t move. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling disoriented. She was sore in
places she hadn’t been in a very long time. Just then, a soft snore buzzed past
her ear. She realized there was a half-hard cock nestled in her very damp cunt
and a large male hand was holding her breast as if it were a life preserver and
they were on the
Titanic
. The male clinging to her so possessively
sighed in his sleep. She slowly turned her head. She knew that face. Shit.

“Damien…” She breathed. Oh God. What had she done?

He nuzzled into the curve of her shoulder with a half smile
on his face. Why did he have to be so damn beautiful and why did she have to
want him so much? He’d said he wanted her for his Mate, but did he? Really?
Serena just wasn’t sure. She turned her head and looked out the windows. The
sky was pink tinged with the edges of sunset. If Damien woke up now, Serena
knew she wouldn’t get out of this room until dawn.

Even sex with Michael, her first lover, hadn’t been as good
as fucking Damien. Although part of the problem with Michael was that her
father had practically ordered him to initiate Serena when she had her first
heat cycle. She’d never quite forgiven her father for it. Waking up beside Mike
should
have been a great experience. But when she made commitment
noises, he’d confessed her father had set it up then he’d headed for the
hills…literally. Ran home to his Blackwolf cousins and she hadn’t seen him
since…her first and only intimate experience with a Blackwolf male until now.

She looked back at Damien’s sleeping profile. What guarantee
did she have that Damien wouldn’t wake up and start backpedaling about her
being his Mate? She could almost imagine it…

“I’m sorry, Serena. You were in heat and I wanted you.
That’s all. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

She lifted her hand and rubbed her eyes. It would be so
humiliating, and so reminiscent of the past. Serena didn’t need or want to take
the chance. Damien was deeply asleep, and if she could somehow ease out from
under him without waking him, she could leave. No harm, no foul.

She gingerly reached down and tried to pry his fingers off
her tit. His hand felt glued on. Serena eased his hand off her one finger at a
time. When she had finally peeled his hand away, she sighed. Damien moved in
his sleep and wrapped his arm tight around her waist, shifting his hips and
thrust his semi-erect cock deeper into her pussy. She gasped and closed her
eyes while counting to ten. Damn him. He started nibbling her neck. Serena
looked at him, but she could sense he was still asleep. She wasn’t sure how or
why, but she was glad she could tell.

Serena tried to crawl away from him, but he muttered in his
sleep and pulled her closer. She felt like screaming with frustration. She
wasn’t used to sleeping with a male and definitely not one as possessive as
Damien. He made her feel caged but it surprised her to feel protected rather
than trapped by his dominance. She didn’t
want
to feel protected. He’d
wake up and not really want her, and then she’d be left feeling like a fool.
She was damned if she’d experience
that
again. All of her lovers since
that miserable experience had been betas and she kicked them out of her bed,
not the other way around.

Serena made a concentrated effort to ease out from under him
and finally succeeded. The hardest part was easing his cock out of her cunt.
She hadn’t wanted to separate because his cock felt as if it belonged inside
her. As if some vital piece of her soul had been ripped away when she’d pulled
away from him, but that was crazy.

It’s a cock, not a religious object.
Granted, sex
with Damien was damn close to a spiritual experience, but his cock was just a
cock. She gazed down at his erection. Damn. It was so hard—a dark red that was
almost purple, glistening with his ejaculate and her juices. She wanted to
taste him. She wanted to take his cock in her mouth and savor it like the work
of art it was. She slid down to his hips and took a deep breath through her
mouth and nose. The smell of him aroused her intensely. She glanced up at him
to make sure he was still asleep. He sighed, turning his head. But he was still
deeply slumbering.

Serena leaned forward to nip and nibble, making his cock
jerk in response. She flicked her tongue against the underside of the glans and
covered the head with her mouth. She memorized the taste of him as she sucked
gently. Damien groaned and thrust his hips, driving himself deeper into her
mouth. Serena froze and closed her eyes, holding him still. What in the
hell
was she doing? Oh, now this was brilliant. She was trying to get away from
the man, but she’d let his cock hypnotize her.

Serena, you’re an idiot!
She told herself in disgust.
Opening her mouth, she let his erection slide out as she eased away from him.
She forced her gaze away from his stunning body to survey the room. The shreds
of her clothes lay heaped in a pile. Except for her bra, garter belt, hose and
shoes, everything was ruined. Damien destroyed them when he stripped her, so
how was she going to get out of here? Serena tugged the bra over her breasts,
wincing at how sensitive she felt. She needed to get cleaned up then she needed
to leave
before
he woke.

She stood silently. Crossing the deep carpet to his
bathroom, she pushed the door closed behind her then she locked it and turned
on the light. Pain struck her eyes, making her wince while her eyes adjusted to
the light. When she got a good look at herself in the mirror, Serena flinched.
She looked like a well-used prostitute after a bachelor party. Barely dressed
with her mouth swollen from Damien’s kisses. There were bruises, scratches and
bites from their intense coupling in various spots all over her. She whimpered
because the look of her body turned her on again.

“Fuck!” she hissed while ripping off the few clothes she had
left.

She looked around the bathroom and almost whistled. The
place was done in dark marble and there was a shower. Along one wall there was
a double door. She opened it and found a clean change of clothes hanging on the
left. Yet another power suit. Towels and washcloths were stacked on shelves on
the right. She stripped off the remnants of her clothes and grabbed a couple of
towels then climbed into the shower, scrubbing herself thoroughly. As she dried
off, she felt better but she was still covered in his scent. It was his shampoo
and soap smells now, instead of his cum. She grabbed his suit and pulled on the
shirt and jacket. She knew her butt would never fit into his pants, but she
carried them with her. She left her own things hung up in the closet on his
hanger. She smiled grimly at that. Let
him
wear the damn stockings, bra
and heels home.

She turned off the bathroom light and cracked open the door.
He was snoring softly. She tiptoed into the room, scooped his clothes off the
floor and crossed the room to the door. She looked back at him sleeping so
peacefully. Should she wake him and see if he would disappoint her? No, why put
herself through the pain of it? If he did want her though, what then?

She thought of her mother, Ginger. Pack leader’s Mate. God,
no.
Her mother had left all her dreams behind when she’d met Drew Goldwolf. Ginger
hadn’t finished college. She’d submersed herself in being his Mate, giving up
so much of herself in the process. Serena didn’t want to lose herself in Damien
that way. She yearned for a True Mate, but she couldn’t imagine obeying anyone
without question the way her mother obeyed her father.