Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 83

Damon:

I slammed the door behind me, my breathing ragged as I leaned against it, chest rising and falling in short, sharp bursts.

I had to pull away. I knew that I wouldn’t have been able to stop if I didn’t pull away. But fucking hell was it difficult for me to be able to contain myself when I knew that she was in the room, flustered, ready for me.

I let out a low growl as I walked, growing more frustrated with passing step.

I didn’t even bother trying to hide it. What was the fucking point?

My cock strained painfully against my pants, hard as stone and pulsing with a hunger I couldn’t tame. It was a hunger that I did not even want at tame. My hands clenched at my sides, aching to go back in there, aching to pull her beneath me, to make her mine the way I’ve wanted to since the first night she stepped back into this house. Everything inside of me called me to go back to her, called me for her body. I craved her. I wanted her, and she was going to be mine.

This wasn’t just lust.

This was obsession.

It was need.

And it was desire, a desire that I no longer could control. No longer did I want to control something like this. No longer did I want to stay away from her.

It was fire licking through my veins, boiling in my blood, and I couldn’t get her out of my head, out of my fucking system. I tried, but I could not. I just found myself going back to her. And I hated it. I hated her for making me feel like this. For making me want like this.

But fuck me… I wanted her.

I wanted her and I wanted her now.

I wanted to mark her. I wanted her screaming my name. I wanted her scent coating my sheets. I wanted her mouth, her body, her curves riding my hand, my face, my cock.

And I wasn’t ashamed of it.

I was not going to try and hide it.

Not anymore.

I stalked down the hallway, ignoring the guards, ignoring the way the maids averted their eyes the second they caught sight of me. Good. Let them look away. Let them know what they shouldn’t fucking comment on. Let them know who I belonged to.

Let them see what she does to me.

Let them know that you was mine and I was hers.

She was in my head, under my skin, curling around every part of me like a vice that I couldn’t loosen even if I wanted to. And I didn’t want to. That was the worst part. I didn’t want to let her go. I refused to allow her to go away, I refused to let her go no matter how hard she was going to try and push me away.

I wanted to consume her.

And I wanted her to consume me even more than she already did, even more than she already is.

I growled low in my throat, storming into my room and slamming the door behind me. I yanked at my shirt, tossing it aside before pulling my belt free with a swift snap. My pants hit the floor and I stood there, throbbing, raging, pulsing with nothing but images of Sienna on her back, lips parted, eyes dazed, mine.

I stroked, my strokes coming harder and faster with each passing second, as I tried to fight the urge to go back there, to push open that door, to kiss her until she was drowning in me again.

My head tipped back, my eyes fluttering shut as I imagined her mouth on me, soft lips wrapped around my length, those wide eyes locked on mine as she took me deeper, her tongue tracing the vein that throbbed with every beat of my heart.

“Fuck,” I growled through clenched teeth, my hand working faster, faster, until I exploded in my own palm with a guttural groan, still thinking about her.

Always thinking about her.

I stared down at myself, chest still heaving, my body flushed with heat.

This wasn’t going to go away.

This wasn’t just frustration.

This was a hunger I wasn’t going to be able to ignore much longer.

And soon… she’d know it too.

“I am going to make sure of it…”