Page 42 of Bound to the Guard

His breath hitches. “Go ahead. Whatever you want.”

Pulse racing, I lean in, brushing a tentative kiss at the base of his cock. He tastes salty, musky, andDamien. The scent of his arousal fills my senses, and dizzying desire spreads through me.

I run my tongue along the length of him, exploring every ridge and vein, until I reach the tip. My tongue flicks over the sensitive slit, lapping at the pearl of pre-cum, savoring his salty flavor because it’s proof he desires me.

Growling, Damien threads his fingers through my hair, guiding my mouth closer, and I open for him. His cock slips past my lips and into my mouth. I suck him in, let him fill me, and moan around him. He’s so big, but I don’t care. I want all of him.

His fingers tighten in my hair, but not enough to hurt, as he thrusts shallowly into my mouth. His scent, his flavor, become all I can think about.

I focus on the thick, throbbing length in my mouth, sucking and stroking, exploring, worshipping. Trying to pour everything into each caress. All my desires, my nerves, and my trust.

I run my tongue over every inch of him, memorizing his unique flavor, the texture and weight of him on my tongue, the way he moans my name.

My head bobs faster, my hand stroking the base of him that I can’t fit inside. I need him inside me, claiming me, marking my insides with his seed. Underneath me, Damien groans with pleasure, his hips bucking upward as I suck on the sensitive underside of his cock.

“Seven, fuck, Seven, I can’t take much more of this.”

Anticipation courses through me, but his hold on my hair shifts, and he pulls me off him with a pop. “Not yet, sweetheart. If I come now, you’ll have to wait longer.”

I whine, mouth tingling and lips numb, and rise onto my knees to straddle Damien’s strong thighs.

The coarse hair tickles the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and balls, sending shivers through me. I lean in to press my lips to his, and Damien’s mouth opens, inviting me to explore, to slip my tongue past his teeth and twine around his. Still, it’s not enough.

I whimper, aching for more as I suck on his bottom lip.

Damien’s head tilts, and his tongue thrusts into my mouth, twining with mine. I moan in relief, gripping his broad shoulders as my body rocks against his hard length. The friction drives mecrazy, and more slick slips down my thighs, my body desperate to be filled.

Damien’s hand slips between my trembling thighs, and I gasp as his fingers find my slick entrance.

“Please…” I whine into his mouth.

His fingers circle, teasing me before pushing inside. I cry out, and my hips jerk, pushing back onto his hand, taking him deeper. So good, but I need more.

“I want…I need…” The words stick in my throat. What if he rejects me?

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Damien kisses along my jaw. “Tell me.”

“You,” I whisper. “Inside me. I want you to…to take me. Please, I want us connected.”

He scissors his fingers inside me. “You want me to claim this sweet little hole? Fill you until you’re dripping with my seed?”

I whimper and clench around his fingers. “Yes, Alpha. Please claim me. I’m yours.”

Damien pulls his fingers free, and I whine in protest.

“Shh, it’s okay.” He coats his cock in my slick. “I won’t leave you empty for long.”

A flicker of unease ripples through me as I wait for him to push me down onto the mattress, to cover me with his weight, to pin me.

But he surprises me when his strong hands grasp my hips, tugging me forward until I hover over him. The blunt head of his cock notches against my entrance, and I shiver, equal parts nervous and needy.

“Take it slow,” Damien murmurs. “If it’s too much, stop. We don’t have to rush this.”

Biting my lip, I press down, pressure building at my rim. But even with my natural slick easing the way, my body resists the intrusion, too tight to let him in.

Frustrated tears prick at my eyes, and a whine escapes my throat. “I can’t… It won’t…”

Damien cups my jaw, tilting my face up to his. “Look at me, Seven. Breathe out and push down with your muscles. Take it slow.”

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