Damien eases his fingers out, and I whimper at the loss. His hand leaves my dick, too, and rises to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone. “You did so well, Seven. That was incredible. You’re incredible.”
My cheeks flush with pleasure at the praise. Without thinking, I lean in and press my lips to his, pouring all my gratitude and wonder into the kiss. I’m not naïve enough to think one amazing experience can erase all my trauma and fears, but for the first time since I was kidnapped from my home, I feel human again.
“Thank you,” I whisper against his mouth. “For being so patient with me, for making it good for me.”
Damien’s expression softens. “It was my pleasure.”
I shift on his lap, and his hard cock bumps my stomach. Wanting him to orgasm, too, I grasp his cock again, watching his face as I stroke him. Beads of cum leak from his tip, dribbling down his shaft, and it adds a slickness to the slide of my hand on him.
“Seven,” he moans again, his body tense, “I’m going to…”
All at once, his cock pulses in my hand, his seed hot and sticky on my skin. I sit back, lifting my hand to stare at the creamy mess on my fingers in amazement.
“Here, let me…” Chest still heaving, Damien grabs a napkin from the table.
Curious, I lick my palm, and a salty, slightly bitter flavor bursts on my tongue. My nose wrinkles, not sure about the flavor but still thrilled.
“It’s not for everyone.” Damien chuckles and catches my wrist, wiping at the sticky mess on my hand. “We should go wash our hands before we dig into breakfast.”
Embarrassed heat rushes to my cheeks. I’m not really sure how we got from breakfast to orgasms, except that Damien’s hard-on started it, and I initiated continuing. It all feels surreal. Am I still sleeping under the bed?
“Seven?” Damien touches my chin, bringing my attention back to him. “Are you okay with what just happened?”
“Yeah.” I bite my lip and taste Damien there. “Can we do it again?”
He pauses in the process of zipping up his pants and lifts an eyebrow. “Right now?”
My blush deepens. “N-no. I mean…”
“I’m teasing.” He scoots back the chair to ease me off his lap and stands. “Come on. Let’s get some food in you. If we send it back untouched, Mrs. Bustly will break down our door to make sure I’m feeding you.”
My brow puckers. “Who’s Mrs. Bustly?”
“She’s Jade’s mother and technically the cook, but she runs the house.” He winks at me. “Everyone just lets Aaiden pretend he’s in charge.”
“Who’s Aaiden?” I ask.
“My eldest cousin and head of the Rockford family.” He steers me toward the bathroom. “Sebastian, who helped with the map, is the second eldest.”
My brows shoot up. “How many of you are there?”
He grins. “I have a twin brother named Caleb and an older brother named Liam. They’re both married, so I have two brothers-in-law, too. Then I have six cousins split between thehead family and the branch family. All Alphas, which can’t have been easy for our parents. We all grew up here.”
My head spins with all the info.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to remember any of that right now.” He lets me step into the bathroom ahead of him. “I’ll introduce you as it comes up. Fair warning, though, if my in-laws get a whiff of you in the house, they’ll lay siege to the door to meet you.”
I blanch, all of my bravery vanishing. “Do I have to?”
He turns me to face him. “No, not right away. They can whine all they want, but I’ll tell them to shove it. Eventually, though… I hope you’re planning to be here for a long time, and it’s not healthy to stay in the suite forever. But we can take it slow.”
Unable to figure out what to say, my breathing quickens. He wants me to stay here forever? With him? That’s what he’s saying, right? My mind’s not playing tricks on me?
Damien draws me over to the sink and turns on the faucet. “Do you have family we should reach out to? To let them know you’re safe?”
Blood rushes to my ears as cracks form in the box where I locked away the life I lived before I became Seven. No, I don’t want to think about it. Don’t want to go backward.
The bathroom swims around me as I sway.