Page 51 of Bound to the Guard

When he kneels before me, crawling closer, I cover his nose with trembling hands, desperate to mask my scent. “No, no, don’t?—”

His lips brush my palm, hot and hungry as he licks and nips at my skin, and the need for him burns brighter. His hands slide down my stomach, fingers trailing along my hipbone.

“Mine,” he growls as he peels me out of my pants.

“Damien, please,” I whimper, not sure anymore if I want him to stay or leave.

He lifts me without effort, gripping my hips as he positions me over his thick, pulsing cock. I let out a needy whine, my body aching to be filled. With one swift motion, he sheathes himself deep inside me, stretching me wide.

A cry of pure relief tears from my throat, and my hands fall from his nose to clutch his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.

One hand on my ass, he rises to his feet, the change in angle driving him deeper. I throw my head back with a wanton moan. Damien reaches out to adjust the water, and blessed heat cascades over our joined bodies.

His lips brush the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Don’t be afraid.”

Then he moves, hips surging in a fast, deep rhythm that paints stars across my eyelids. Each thrust burns away the fear of rejection, replacing it with molten need. Thick as honey, it coats my veins, consuming every cell until all I can think about is being filled, claimed, and bred by my Alpha.

“That’s it,” Damien growls as I move with him, meeting his thrusts with rising desperation. “Open up for me, Seven. Take what you need.”

Pleasure builds at the base of my spine, my body yielding under his commanding touch. The heat of the water only adds to the inferno raging inside me, sweat mixing with steam on my fevered skin. I cling to him like he’s the only solid thing in a world turned liquid and hazy with desire.

Nothing else matters except my Alpha.

Damien’s breathing becomes ragged in my ear, and his grip on my hips tightens, nails digging into my sensitive skin. His heartbeat thunders into my chest like a drum. Or is it mine? I can’t tell anymore where I end and he begins as my muscles coil tight, Damien’s body pushing me higher until I spill over the edge with a cry of pleasure.

With one final thrust, Damien buries his cock deep, and pulses of hot release flood my channel. Still clinging to him, I shudder and gasp in the aftershock.

Damien shuts off the water as he grasps my wet hair, tilting my head up for a searing kiss. His tongue tangles with mine, deep and claiming. His cock slips free of my body, and my inner muscles clench, desperate to keep his seed inside me.

His hold on my hips shifts as he steps away from the glass wall. My legs tighten around his waist, my arms around his neck, as he carries us both out of the shower. He grabs one of the bath sheets and wraps my wet body in it as he sets me down on the marble counter.

Before I can protest, he yanks the wet shirt over my head and discards it to the floor before wrapping the towel back around me.

“You smell amazing.” He buries his nose behind my ear, inhaling deeply.

My cheeks flush, his words thrumming through my veins. I’ve been told I stank for so long that I’d never expected to be desired for my scent.

Damien’s hands are everywhere, hot and possessive, as he dries me. Then he pushes me until my back hits the cold mirror. With a hungry groan, he drags my hips to the edge of the countertop, thrusting deep in one smooth thrust.

A strangled cry escapes me, my body heating once more.

Damien sets a punishing rhythm, hips snapping against mine, plunging his cock into my slick channel over and over. Igrip the edge of the counter, knuckles white, taking him harder, deeper.

The rock of our bodies dislodges the towel, and it falls open, exposing all of my scarred body to him. So many silvery marks mar my skin. Cuts, burns, needle tracks. The ugliness of my past laid bare.

Instead of recoiling, Damien bends to press a soft kiss to each one. “My beautiful Omega.”

His lips travel up to my chest, his tongue flicking out to lave my nipple. He suckles the sensitive bud, and pleasure flares white hot, my back arching off the counter.

“Damien!” I gasp his name, hands flying to his hair as pulsing heat crashes through me.

When he lifts his head, I stare down in shock at my dick, standing at attention for the first time, milky fluid dripping onto Damien’s abdomen.

“Fuck, you’re perfect, sweetheart.” He grinds into me. “You feel so damn good. So tight, so wet, so mine.”

My inner muscles clench around his thick shaft. “Mark me, Alpha. Make me yours.”

With a possessive growl, Damien pulls out of me. I whine in protest, but only for a moment before he flips me onto my stomach on the countertop. My toes don’t reach the ground, leaving me at his mercy as he thrusts back inside me.

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