Page 41 of Bound to the Guard

“Raise your hips for me, sweetheart.” At Damien’s quiet instruction, I shakily lift my lower body.

He slides a pillow beneath me, propping me up at an angle.

I gasp when his fingers graze over my entrance, already slick with arousal. Damien pulls back, showing me the glistening evidence of my body’s response to him. The sight burns through me with embarrassment and want, my dick giving an interested twitch on my stomach.

“So wet for me already,” he praises.

Damien’s fingertips return, circling my rim as his mouth engulfs my length. I cry out at the dual sensations, canting my hips into the wet heat of his mouth. He hums around me with encouragement, sending sparks of pleasure racing up my spine.

One of Damien’s fingers breaches my entrance, pushing past the initial resistance. I tense for a second before his tongue flicks over the head of my dick, scattering my thoughts. He works the digit deeper, opening me with patient thrusts as he tongues at my slit. It’s almost too much stimulation, the burning pleasure of being stretched open coupled with the silken slide of his lips.

“Damien.” I fist the sheets, his name breathy and high even to my own ears. “I-I’ve never…”

He pulls his mouth off my dick with an obscene pop to stare up my body. “Trust me to take care of you, okay?”

Swallowing hard, I give a shaky nod, wanting to chase this feeling despite the nervous flutters in my stomach. Damien rewards me by returning his mouth to me as a second finger joins the first, massaging my sweet spot, and I grow semi-hard.

I sob with relief, and my world narrows to the wet suction of Damien’s mouth, the burning pleasure of his fingers inside me, the way my hips buck and writhe. He turns me into a mess of moans and keening cries, aware of nothing but the heat coiling in my hips.

Then Damien’s lips close around my balls and an orgasm crashes through me, overwhelming in its intensity. I cry out asmy inner muscles clench around his still-thrusting fingers, more slick spilling from my body.

Damien gentles me through the aftershocks, pressing tender kisses to my quivering stomach before rising to kneel between my splayed thighs.

In a daze, I watch as he rubs a palm over the impressive bulge straining the front of his pants, and my inner muscles clench in response. “Tell me what you want next, sweetheart. I’ll give you anything.”

Craving his closeness, his touch, his claiming, I reach for him with unsteady hands. “You, Alpha. I need you.”

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Desire darkens Damien’s eyes as his hands move from his hard cock to his waistband. “How much of me do you want, Seven?”

My breath catches, and I sit up, heart pounding. I’m nervous, but I want to touch him so much. “Can I… unfasten your pants?”

Damien’s tongue skims his bottom lip as he leans back, hands pressing into the mattress on either side of him. “Whatever you want.”

Permission granted, I reach for his pants with trembling fingers. The button slips free, and I tug the zipper down, revealing the large bulge straining his black boxer briefs. My mouth goes dry as I free his hard cock from the confining fabric.

So big. So hot and hard in my grasp. Like velvet sheathing steel. I stroke him, marveling at the silky texture and the prominent veins. Damien groans in pleasure, and a pearly bead of fluid seeps from the tip. I swipe my thumb over it, spreading the slickness before bringing it to my mouth.

A musky and masculine flavor coats my tongue, not as shocking as the first time, but no less potent. I want more. Wantto explore every perfect inch of my Alpha’s body, the way he did with mine.

“Can I take off your pants?”

A growl comes from him, and he braces his arms as his ass lifts.

I take it as an invitation and pull down his slacks and boxer briefs, tossing them aside to take my fill of Damien’s naked body.

The man takes my breath away, all lean muscles and hard edges. Crawling back into place between his spread legs, I cup his heavy balls, savoring their weight and warmth. I roll them the same way he did for me, and his hips lift off the bed as he groans. The primal sound shoots straight to my core.

My own need pulses, slick building at my entrance. But right now, I want to learn Damien’s body. Memorize what gives him pleasure. I want to make him feel good, craving his approval like I’ve never wanted anything.

Desire pools in my stomach, hot and molten, as I continue to stroke him with slow, unsure movements. I look up at him, drinking in the sight of his flushed skin and dilated pupils.

“Can I… can I…?” I shake with nerves.

“You can have whatever you want, sweetheart,” he purrs. “Just ask.”

I swallow down the lump in my throat and lick my lips. “I want… I want to… with my mouth.”

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