Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 245

Tatiana:

His hands were fire.

He thrust inside of me before pulling out, his thrusts not holding the a pattern. But I could feel him pulsing with every passing second. His cock was hard, it was throbbing for me and his wolf howled. He couldn’t feel the emptiness that he was pushing into even if he wanted to. I tightened around him, not because I was in pleasure, not because I was enjoying it now, but because I needed to tie him to me.

“Tatiana…” He growled as he looked at me. He rested his forehead over mine. I whimpered. “You’re so tight, baby girl.”

“You feel so good.” I whispered, making him groan.

Every touch, every press of skin to skin, was laced with hunger, his, not mine. He wanted me like a man starving, desperate to consume what he thought was his. And I let him. I moved with him. I gave him the illusion of surrender, the illusion of love. Whimpered, allowing him to think that I was enjoying it. I moaned. He sucked on my neck trying to feel my sweet spot. There was none. I could feel nothing towards him. But I still moaned.

My breath caught when his grip tightened, when he whispered my name like it still meant something to him. The man believed to want anything with me. He was simply obsessed. I believe that. Just as I was obsessed with the power that I could consume from him. He was obsessed with the feeling of me being around him.

He kissed my throat, my collarbone, every inch of skin that reminded him of who I used to be. And I let him bury himself in the lie. I let him push himself deeper inside of me. I let his movements grow harder. I let him feel more pleasure. I cried out. I wrapped my arms around him, tightening them around him, scratching his back, making him growl.

His body pressed into mine, moving with a rhythm that was once familiar.

“Giovanni.” I haven’t heard. He held his breath. He groaned. He pushed inside of me. He pulled out. He pulled out, leaving only the tip before pushing deeper inside me. I tightened around him and for a moment I could have sworn that I felt something. As he hit a spot that was once familiar to me, my body reacted for the first time. It reacted to his touch. He growled and possessiveness and bit my earlobe. I cried out.

But I knew that what once meant something was now only a transaction.

A power exchange.

He drew from me, but he didn’t realize I was drawing twice as much in return.

He didn’t understand that I was only claiming what I wanted what I needed.

I moaned at the right moments. Clawed at his back. Let him believe the fire still burned in me when all I felt inside was ash. When all I found was inside of me was emptiness and emptiness that I did not even like.

His thrusts grew sloppier and tightening my arms around him, he sucked on my neck harder, probably leaving a love bite on the body that are now I lived in. The body that was once mine but now felt completely foreign to me.

When it was over, he lay beside me, eyes closed, breath slowing, chest rising and falling like a man at peace.

“Are you okay?” He asked and I nodded, rolling to my side to look at him, to lay on his chest. He wrapped his arm around me. I kept my eyes on him as I ran my finger over his chest, forcing him to relax, forcing him to want to go to sleep.`

I watched for a moment before I turned, laying on my back.

I stared at the ceiling for a while longer, feeling the heat still on my skin, the weight of his arm draped across my stomach. He pulled me close in his sleep, murmured something low and unintelligible.

But I didn’t stay. I wasn’t going to. I did not plan on being around him, not at all.

I slipped from his hold like vapor, rising into the night with no sound, no breath, no trace. He was fast asleep under my trance.

“She’s holding on,” the other replied. “But something dark is pulling. She is scared. He frightened her a lot.”

I leaned forward slightly, trying to sense who they were. Spirits? Ancients? Pieces of a past she hadn’t yet uncovered? Whatever they were, Lysandra knew them.

She didn’t flinch under their touch. She leaned into it. Trusted it.

And something inside me, a flicker I didn’t understand, warned me.

Not now.

I stayed still, hidden. Watched as they soothed her. As the energy in the room shifted from haunted to healing.

You’ll get her next time, the voice inside me said.

I slipped away, as quietly as I came.

Because even I knew, tonight, Lysandra was not alone.

And even the dead should know when to wait.