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His face is back in my neck before I have time to celebrate my victory, his teeth digging into my mark before he soothes it over with his tongue.

My thighs shake, and I wrap my legs around Damien’s waist for a better angle. He seems to enjoy it as he begins to rut himself harder against me, the stiffness of his cock pressing perfectly against the seam of my pants and pleasuring my clit.

I want to feel his bare flesh on mine, but as he sinks his teeth into my skin, I realize there’s no time.

“Damien, I—” I choke out, my fingers digging into his sides as I both push and pull him away. His muscles flex as I tense underneath him, my body freezing as I come undone.

He thrusts a few more times before he’s stilling with a loud groan. His teeth feel uncomfortable as he slides them out of my skin, my body sensitive to the pleasure that still erupts from my mark. Thankfully, it dissipates as he buries his face into a different part of my neck.

I worry he’s going to make a snide remark like last time, but to my surprise, he kisses my sweaty skin and holds me silently.

“I haven’t cum in my pants since I was a teenager,” he eventually whispers.

I ignore his statement. “So I can come?” I ask instead.

He nods so slightly, I’m barely able to detect it. “You humans are a sneaky breed.”

Chapter Sixteen

AINE

“Hurry up, Aine!I’m leaving in five minutes with or without you,” Damien shouts from downstairs, his loud voice echoing up the stairwell and into my room.

“I’m coming!” I yell right back, wincing as my voice cracks.

As much as I try to remain serious, I can’t help but feel excited that I’m actually getting to visit a human village. Damien’s been ignoring me since I forced his hand, but I don’t care. He can be mad all he wants.

His ego can stand a bit of bruising.

Besides, a part of me feels comforted knowing I can force things out of him with little to no repercussions. Henry would have beaten me bloody if I ever tried to manipulate him like I did with Damien. Either that or he would’ve chained me to our bed without food or water until he returned.

If he were in an especially bad mood, he would’ve done both.

Olivia shoves a few belongings into the small bag Damien gave me to use, her smile growing at my visible excitement. She’s been in a good mood since learning that Damien isn’t trying to fire her, even if she is annoyed I won’t tell her the true reason for the visit.

I thought asking her for advice on what to bring would lift her spirits, but I didn’t anticipate she’d get so excited, she’d force her way into my room and pack the entirety of my bag herself.

“Do you want me to pack you anything sexy?” she asks, peeking into my underwear drawer.

I choke on my spit. “No!” I gasp, my eyes darting to the door with the hope Damien isn’t listening to our conversation.

Despite the attraction I admit now that we both seem to feel for one another, I’ll be damned if I start acting like a desperate female after our one intimate moment. Everybody’s been pretty hushed about it, but I’ve heard the whispers. Damien’s had more than his fair share of women in his bed.

I refuse to allow myself to get swept up in emotions until I’m sure I’m not just another notch in his bedpost.

Olivia gives me a sideways glance but otherwise remains silent. With a huff, she grabs a few last items from my drawers and shoves them in my bag. “All done!” she exclaims, tossing it in my direction.

I fumble to catch it before giving a rushed “Thanks” and running downstairs. Damien’s threatening to leave without me, and I don’t want to miss my opportunity. My cheeks dimple as I head outside and scan the area, but then my heart falls.

He’s already gone.

I should’ve known this was too good to be true. My disappointment grows, and I suck in a shaky breath before spotting him walking out of the woods in my direction. He hasn’t left yet!

I greet him with a smile.

He doesn’t respond, choosing instead to glower as I drop my bag at his feet and wait for further direction. He’s clearly angry I’m coming but thankfully hasn’t gone back on his word. I look around for an explanation as to why he’s lingering in the back yard but find myself distracted as he begins to remove his clothing.

I cough, my pulse quickening as his shirt is pulled over his head and shoved into his bag. I refrain from looking anywhere other than his face as he begins to repeat the action with his bottoms.

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