Page 67 of Call You Mine

I can see it in his eyes, he’s so close to breaking, to saying fuck it all and giving into this between us, but he doesn’t. It kills me to watch how he refuses to make a move. Refuses to give us this chance at what could be epic. He gives me nothing, so I test a theory I’ve been dying to prove right.

Taking a few steps away from him, I unbutton my jean shorts, and watch as his eyes remain glued to mine refusing to look anywhere else, as my shorts drop to the floor. I step out of them, pulling my cropped Silver Wolf T-shirt over my head and climbing onto my bed, leaving me dressed in my black thong and nothing else.

My full breasts sit high on my chest, perked nipples aching from just how turned on I am and the child of desire coursing through me at the way his eyes refuse to look down from mine.

Leaning back on my elbows, I watch as Damon’s eyes leave mine, moving down to my tits which move with every wavering breath I let out. Feeling empowered by the way he’s staring at me, I reach over to my nightstand and pull out a pierced dildoI purchased with him in mind. His eyes move in sync with my movements, their bright shade of green turning dark once he realizes what I’m about to do.

Damon’s jaw clenches the tightest it’s been tonight as I reach down, cock toy in hand, and slide the string of my thong to one side, letting my legs fall open and giving him the perfect view of my pussy. The veins in his neck visibly throb and I can tell it’s almost painful for him to hold back, yet the bastard does exactly that.

God, he’s relentless.

He doesn’t move a muscle, doesn’t say a goddamn thing, just watches as I bring the cock to my mouth and suck it before returning it back to my pussy. I don’t immediately thrust it inside me. No, I need to give him time to react and take charge. Because that’s what I want, to push him past his breaking point and watch him go wild with need. Need to possess me, to be in control. Damon won’t just stand here and watch me fuck myself with a toy. No, the savage creature that lies within him, the possessive beast is too eager to take matters into his own hands, I just have to push him to the edge.

I can already tell he’s on the precipice, just another small nudge and he will explode. That’s exactly what I want.

I switch on the vibrating cock, careful not to put it on the highest of three settings—I’m not trying to come before he steps in and takes over and I’m practically ready with the way he licks his lips as he watches me spread my arousal with my fingers. The soft hum of the vibration is the only sound heard in the room—well other than my labored breathing and heartbeat pulsing in my ears.

Damon’s fists clench at his sides, his throat constraining as his eyes zero in on my pussy and the way I slide the toy back and forth through my wetness. His gaze follows my every movement. I’m so fucking wet from just imagining how he will react that Ican already feel my pleasure building. If he doesn’t make a move quickly I’m going to come all over the pierced dick, and not the one that’s attached to him.

Because I damn well know he’s pierced.

“What do you think you're doing, Princess?” he says, his voice so hoarse and full of need it startles me, though in a good way. God, he sounds incredible.How can someone have such a tantalizing voice?It’s ridiculous really, that he has it all—a lethal package of sex and desire. Damon Drake is hands down the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on, not to mention has a body that would make even the vainest of men insecure, and a voice dripping with sin and sex appeal.

He’s a dream come true and a terrifying nightmare all in one.

And pretty soon he’s going to be mine.

“Like I said, if you won’t be man enough to admit what you want and take it, then I am pretty capable of taking things into my own hands.” I try to appear confident as possible but I can’t help the way my voice quivers as he slowly moves toward me, stopping when his knees hit the edge of the bed at my feet.

“Is that so?” he challenges, not entirely believing my act of confidence. But I am determined to prove to him how serious I am about this. “Then let’s see what you got, Princess.”

It’s not a question but a challenge. He doubts me, doubts I will fuck myself here in front of him with a silicone dick that could never compare to the real thing. But I’m past the point of making sane decisions. Past the point of waiting for something that won’t ever come unless I take control of fate and force the bitch to do as I say.

Pressing the pierced tip of the cock against my clit piercing, I moan, reveling in the way the vibrations intensify the feeling. Fuck, this actually feels good though I know he’d be better.

“Oh God,” I let out without even trying to sound sexy. “You want to know why I got this specific toy, Damon?” I ask, thoughI don’t wait for his response. “Because I knew it would feel just like you, well at least the closest I could get to being you. Because nothing has ever felt so good, nothing will ever.”

His resolve withers as he advances. “Then tell me, baby. How does it feel? Show me what you wish I was doing to you right now.” His voice deepens to a pitch I’ve never heard before. It’s equally exhilarating and terrifying if I’m honest.

Is he taunting me?Testing me, yet not expecting me to actually do it? Because I so fucking will. I’m so aroused I will just about do anything to come right now. Maybe coming while he’s watching me, with his direction, will be enough to satiate the need for him. Highly doubtful but what else is a girl to do but try.

I spread my legs wider, my hips almost cramping from how open they are but I push through. “I’d first take you in my mouth,” I say, bridging the toy up once again to my lips for effect. “I’d lick your cock up and down, spreading the precum all around so you’d slip right in me. Then I’d wrap my lips around your thick and throbbing shaft, bringing you to the edge until you came in my mouth. I’d swallow it down like a good little girl savoring every drop but just as quickly, while you were still coming down from your orgasm, I’d grip you in my palm and cup your balls with my other hand, pumping you until you were yet again ready for me.”

Lust darkens his eyes, and he moves unknowingly, edging closer to the bed. Without realizing it, he unbuttons his shirt, revealing the beautifully inked skin beneath it. God, he has perfect abs, the kind you only see on television.

“What else?” he says, practically daring me to continue.

The way his muscles contract pushes me to keep going. “I’d tell you to lie back, and watch as your cock grew painfully hard before lining you up with my entrance, straddling you so I could lower myself onto you. I’d scream your name as you fill me, just like this,” I say, inserting the cock into my pussy as I throw myhead back and close my eyes from how good the sensation feels. “Oh Damon, fuck you’d feel so good.”

Though just as I’m about to tell him what I’d do next, I open my eyes and find that the single strand that held together his final ounce of self-control snaps, and the daunting Dragon loses all control.

Checkmate.

Chapter Eighteen

DAMON

“Oh Damon, fuck you’d feel so good.”

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