Page 52 of Bound to the Guard

Pressing my palms and cheek to the mirror, I lock eyes with his reflection. The sight of him taking me so roughly sends another wave of desire through me. His muscles bulge and ripple with each surge into my body, and the wet slap of our bodies coming together echoes off the tiles.

He spreads my ass cheeks, staring down at where our bodies connect. “That’s it, Seven. Take it all.”

I moan, bracing myself against the mirror. As he pistons into me, harder and harder, I moan his name, desperate pleas falling from my lips.

Damien leans forward, his large hand engulfing my straining length, his callused fingers electric on my sensitive skin as he pumps me in time with his thrusts.

Overwhelming sensations flood my body, the thick glide of his cock stretching me open, the friction of his hand stroking me, his warm breath panting on my neck. It’s all too much. My lashes flutter shut, the pleasure cresting.

The weight of Damien’s muscled torso presses me into the counter as his teeth graze my nape. I shudder, tilting my head to bare more of my neck to him in submission.

A deep approving rumble vibrates through his chest, and then his teeth clamp down.

White hot ecstasy explodes behind my eyelids. I scream, my release pulsing over Damien’s fist as he claims me, body and soul. Lost to the bliss, I’m only distantly aware of his hips stuttering, his seed filling me once more.

Damien releases my neck, lapping at the wound, his tongue wiggling into the bite, his saliva mixing with my blood to ensure the Mark takes.

“My Omega,” he growls with rough satisfaction.

“Yes,” I moan, my body clenching around him. “Yours, Alpha.”

Picking me up off the counter, he carries me out of the bathroom and to our bed, where we fall together in a tangle of reaching hands and ravenous lips, sealing our bond over and over.

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Iprod at the tender skin on my neck where Damien’s teeth broke through, Marking me as his.

He bats my fingers away. “Stop fussing with it or it won’t set cleanly.”

My hand drops to rest on his chest. I lie sprawled naked on top of him, only a thin sheet covering our entwined bodies.

The Heat fever had receded, leaving my mind clear. “How long was I out of it?”

“Only a day.” Damien traces soothing patterns on my back. “With how fast it came on and how soon after I Marked you, you burned through the worst of it faster than usual. Though, I’m not letting you out of here for at least another day. You’re still giving off strong pheromones.”

I tense at the mention of my scent, cruel words from other Alphas echoing in my head.Damaged goods, defective omega, stinking bitch?—

“Shh, easy,” Damien soothes as my muscles go rigid. “What’s wrong?”

“My…my pheromones…you really didn’t think I reeked?” My throat tightens with old fears. “When I was in Heat?”

Afraid of what I’ll see, I lift my face to Damien’s and find only tender love.

“When I first came into the bathroom, the primary scent was fear,” Damien admits, his hand never ceasing its calming stroke along my spine. “I understood it wasn’t me you feared, but how I’d react to your scent.”

His lips brush my temple in a featherlight caress. “The second that fear faded, your true scent came through so strong it almost brought me to my knees. Sweet and spicy and perfect. It drove me wild with the need to claim you.”

Damien’s words wash over me, soothing the ragged edges of my soul. I don’t repulse my Alpha. Relief comes on so fast that I almost cry.

Large hands skim down my sides to cup my ass, and I can’t suppress a slight wince.

Damien’s touch gentles even further. “Sorry I was so rough with you, sweetheart. I lost control, but that’s no excuse. I never want to hurt you.”

Embarrassment floods through me, heating my cheeks. I bury my face in the crook of Damien’s neck. “When you got all growly and Alpha and…took me, it felt good.”

After the hell I went through, I never thought I’d crave an Alpha’s dominance. But with Damien, it’s different. Safe. His possessiveness doesn’t make me feel like a piece of property. Rather, it fills me with a sense of protection, like I’m a treasure Damien will guard with his life.

“If my pheromones aren’t bad, then why couldn’t other Alphas come near me when I was in Heat before? Even when I was…” I swallow hard, pushing down the fear the memories bring. “Even when I was chained up and offered to them. They all said I stank.”

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