Page 86 of Aine

“Can I try something?” I beg, looking to Damien for permission.

I’m pretty nervous to act on my idea, but knowing how enjoyable having a mark touched is, I think he’ll like what I have planned.

Damien nods with a grunt. I curl my fist around his cockhead before using my other hand to grab his arm that holds my mark. A slight frown spreads over my lips as I note how uneven and ugly the scar I left on him is, but I don’t dwell on it as I adjust his arm to comfortably face me.

I stare into his curious eyes as I lean forward and lick it. My thighs clench as the action is felt within both of us, but Damien seems to get the brunt of it as he throws his head back and moans loudly in my face.

“Fuck—” He gasps as I repeat the action with more pressure. His hips jerk forward again, fucking himself into my fist as I focus on his arm.

I suck harshly on the tender skin before sinking my teeth into the mark. He cries out and turns his face into the pillow to bite at it, his eyes screwed shut as he frantically rocks into my hand.

“I want you to say my name.” I repeat the words he said to me earlier as I release his length and spit into my hand.

The saliva helps make my movements smoother, and I can’t stop smiling as I begin to tug on him again. His tip disappears into my fist as he ruts into it, his hips stuttering as he finds pleasure with me.

“Aine!” he moans, his voice loud.

Damien shoves his forearm against my face in a not-so-subtle hint for me to put my mouth on it again, and I chuckle before latching back on. Unsure how best to pleasure him with it, I suck and bite as I would to give a hickey.

“Aine, I’m—” He groans, moving so he’s practically lying on top of me as he fucks my hand. “Don’t stop.”

I bite harder, continuing until I feel the skin break beneath my teeth. It seems to be just enough to push him over the edge as he buries his face into my pillow to muffle his shout. It’s louder than mine was despite being dimmed by the fabric, and I feel good knowing I’ve brought this reaction out of him. I also like that the other beasts will know it’s me he’s with.

His hips grind against me as he cums into my hand, and I continue to stroke him until he’s hissing and pulling away. My hand is sticky and warm where it lies between our bodies, but I hardly notice as I watch him pull his head back to look me in the eye.

There’s a calmness I haven’t seen in him before.

“This is going to have my beast in an excellent mood for the upcoming hunt.” He bends and presses a firm kiss to my lips.

I use my clean hand to smooth his hair out of his face, unable to hold back my smile, despite my confusion.

“The what?”

Chapter Twenty-Two

AINE

“I’m ready toleave,” I snap.

Damien begs me to slow down as I angrily shove all my items into my bag. I can’t bring myself to look at him as he snatches said bag out of my hands.

“Give it back,” I order.

Damien sighs but hands it over without further complaint. “Will you just talk to me?” he asks, quiet and tense.

I shake my head, refusing. I have absolutely nothing to say to him. And to think I’d convinced myself he was a good man who genuinely wanted to make an effort with me. Somebody who truly wanted to be with me wouldn’t agree to lead the slaughter of an innocent human village. Somebody who knew me would know I’d be disgusted with hearing how he takes his pack out every year to hunt humans for sport.

Damien follows me as I search for any items I’ve missed in my flurry of packing. He continues to plead and beg me to listen, but I refuse to give him the time of day. I’m ashamed of myself for falling into his trap in the first place. He showed me who he was when I first arrived, and I shouldn’t have let myself believe otherwise.

Foolish.

My jaw clenches as I spin and get an eyeful of Damien’s soft cock.

“Will you put on some fucking pants?” I shout, searching for his discarded clothing.

Spotting them on the floor near the bed, I stomp over and scoop them up before throwing them at his face. Damien rushes to slide them up his legs in a sad attempt to curb my anger.

“I’m sorry, Aine!” he repeats as I return to my bag and zip it up. “I thought you knew.”

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