Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 137

Sienna:

To say that I was angry and annoyed was not going to be an understatement. I was furious with what she had done. I was furious with the game that she was trying to play. But I also knew that taking out that anger was not going to get me anywhere. I knew that if I wanted to end things, I was going to need to be smart.

Evelyn’s words played in my mind and I found myself staring into space for a moment too long before I headed towards the bedroom. The bedroom that Damon and I now shared.

But the moment I stepped inside, I knew something was wrong. Damon wasn’t pacing like he normally did when his mind was racing. He wasn’t on the phone, or barking orders, or lost in a file. He was just sitting there, at the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like the world had slipped out from beneath him and he didn’t know how to bring it back.

He didn’t look up when I walked in. He didn’t even bother stirring or snapping out of whatever it was that he was thinking about.

I closed the door behind me, my hand lingering on the knob longer than necessary. Something inside me asking me to leave, urging me to give him his space. A breath caught in my chest, uncertain. Worried. This wasn’t how I wanted to be. Not with him. Never did I want this to be something that I needed to go through with him.

But I approached him anyway.

Slowly. Quietly.

As if he might shatter if I came too fast.

When I was close enough, I knelt in front of him, placing a hand gently on his knee.

“Damon,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Are you okay? Please talk to me. Whatever it is, I want to be able to help you. I want you to allow me to help you.”

He looked up at me then. His breathing calm despite the expression in his eyes.

His green eyes were haunted. They didn’t hold anger or annoyance, not this time. They were heavy with something else. Something deeper. Something that made my heart ache.

He didn’t answer right away.

He just looked at me.

He just studied my expression.

And then, without a single word, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him, tight, desperate. I sat on his lap as he rested his head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat. His hands were splayed against my back, as if he needed to remind himself that I was real. That I was here. That I hadn’t left. That I was still standing by his side.

“I’m here,” I whispered softly, my arms sliding around him.

He exhaled, ragged and unsteady.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice muffled by my hair.

I leaned back just enough to look up at him. “Sorry for what? You didn’t do anything that you need to apologize for.”

His hands rose to my cheeks, cradling my face. He still didn’t say it. But he looked at me with so much emotion I thought it might break me open.

Then he kissed me.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t frantic.

It was soft. Slow. Full of everything he couldn’t say. It was sending me everything that he wanted to verbalize, and yet, couldn’t find in himself to do so.

His lips moved with mine as if this was his apology, his explanation, his everything.

When he finally slid into me, he did it slowly, as if he wanted to feel every inch. As if he wanted to make sure I felt it too.

I did.

God, I did.

His rhythm was steady, unhurried. He made love to me like he had all the time in the world. His forehead pressed against mine, his hand gripping mine beside my head. Every thrust pushed me closer to him. Every breath shared between us felt like a vow.

“I love you,” I whispered before I could stop myself.

His movements faltered for just a second, but only for a second.

Then his lips were back on mine, deeper than before, like he needed to kiss the words from my mouth and bury them in his chest where he could keep them.

When we came undone, we did it together, wrapped in each other, limbs tangled, breathless and shaking.

He didn’t let me go.

Not even after.

He just held me close, our skin slick, our hearts thudding in sync.

And for the first time in a long time… I felt like I was home.