Eighteen
Two days passed following the encounter with Chelsea. The first heavy snow of winter replaced the flurries that fell at the end of fall, sticking to the roads and cars.
Damien stood watching the new white sheets join those already frozen to the ground. He’d woken up later than usual considering finals were over, deciding to catch up from the late nights he’d pulled to get his schoolwork wrapped up.
For breakfast, he settled on the all American bacon, eggs and toast with a cup of hot coffee. He retired to the living room, sitting next to the fireplace to stay warm. Charlie left him a text letting him know he’d been snowed in at the station so he couldn’t get home until the snow plows cleared the road.
The news relieved Damien because he’d made plans of his own and didn’t want to risk Charlie barging in and interrupting them.
Rocks settled in his stomach from the thoughts running through his mind. He’d sent Jill a text asking her if she could come over, that his dad had been snowed in. Jill replied she would be at his house around the early afternoon meaning Damien had little time to make sure everything was perfect.
A knock came at his window around one in the afternoon.
“Hey.” Jill said happily, shaking the snow off before jumping down to his floor.
“No car today, huh? Can’t blame you.” Damien replied, smiling.
“Nope, chose to run. Too dangerous to drive. Besides I love a nice fresh powder beneath my paws. It’s better than the burrs. Those hurt to get out.”
Damien shrugged, glad he didn’t have to pull burrs from his paws. He’d had to pull them from his jeans and boot laces. That alone was miserable. “Have you eaten? I have some extra from breakfast. I woke up late so I didn’t make lunch.”
“No, I hunted before coming. Actually nailed a deer today.”
“Oh. Well, okay. I’m not too sure how to reply to that.”
Jill chuckled, making her way over to Damien to give him a kiss. “Next time I’ll bring you the antlers. I hear rumor your dad likes to hunt for trophies.”
Damien held up his hands. “No thanks. I wouldn’t know how to explain where I got them. Dad barely bought the whole truck in the ditch thing. Besides, that’s cheating. Hunters usually like to score their own bucks.”
Jill sat down on Damien’s bed, thankful to be out of the cold despite her thick fur.
Damien sat next to her, his nervousness reminding him of the arrangement he’d made for them that afternoon. “Jill, I love you. I didn’t think I could love anyone like this anymore. I want to be with you.”
Jill smiled, putting her finger to his mouth. “Shh. Don’t speak.”
Her lips met Damien’s in a soft kiss. Her hands drifted over the muscles in his arms under the sweatshirt he was wearing, back up his shoulders.
Damien nipped Jill’s lower lip, begging her to let him in to taste her mouth. Her tongue wrestled his at the opening of his mouth as he deepened their kiss. The sweet smell of jasmine hung thick in the air around Jill’s hair and body. The taste of mint from the gum she’d been chewing flooded his mouth, exciting him.
His hand kept a firm grip on her neck. His thumb traced the length of her collarbone as his lips traveled down to the groove in her neck where her throat met her shoulder. The heat in his body intensified the more he imagined making love with her.
Jill let her hands venture under Damien’s sweatshirt. Her fingers savoring every shallow hill and valley of the gorgeously developed muscles of his abs. She’d seen him shirtless before but feeling them ignited new and exciting sensations inside of her. She was beginning to see him as a mate.
Without thinking, she began to slowly push his shirt up, hoping he would let her remove it. Damien raised his arms above his head, letting Jill take off his sweatshirt. She dropped it to the ground, returning to fondling the beautiful man in her arms.
She let her mouth venture down his throat. The gentle patter of his heart as it heated his blood titillated her senses. Jill had to remember to stay in control. She didn’t want to risk hurting him despite her strong desire.
One slip of her fangs piercing his skin could change him on accident.
The breath in his lungs was more precious to her than even needing to hunt. She would do anything to protect him. To keep him human as long as she could.
Jill let her tongue roll over the flesh of Damien’s shoulder, his skin hot despite the cold outside. She rested her hand on his face, her thumb teasing his lips as she kissed his jaw up to his ear. He smelled so good. Dark and natural as though he were a lycan.
Damien pushed the jacket Jill was wearing down. Happy to find she let him remove it to the floor next to his shirt. His hands drifted over her shoulders as he peppered her porcelain skin with soft kisses.
He pulled Jill down onto the bed. They sat on their knees as Damien undid the latch on her bra, pulling it off to reveal her breasts to be even more beautiful than they had been in his dreams. The soft pink nipples enticed him to tease them until they turned red.
Jill’s hands held Damien’s hips as he teased her breasts with his mouth. Her thumbs pushed down on his belt loops so strongly she felt one rip.
Damien looked up at her.
“Uh…sorry, about that.” She replied, red with embarrassment.
Damien just smiled returning to her breasts, his hand holding her butt while the other rolled the round nub between his thumb and pointer finger.
Jill gritted her teeth as the heat between her legs rose. Damien’s tongue was so warm on her skin, she had to fight the wolf inside of her. A low growl rumbled in the back of her throat.
She pushed Damien back to lay on the bed, her eyes meeting those beautiful amethyst jewels she dreamed of every moment they were apart. Her hair fell like a satin curtain around them.
Damien guided Jill’s hair over one shoulder, pulling her back down to kiss him. Her hands tickled his chest moving slowly down his body until she gripped his hips.
He gritted his teeth, hissing in pain through them at how firm she held him. He didn’t want to ruin this moment by scaring her away so he kept quiet. There would probably be a bruise in the morning but he didn’t really care. He wanted Jill, to hold her. He wanted inside of her.
Damien felt the erection behind his zipper struggle against his jeans as his desire turned into lust. He rolled them over, surprising Jill with his sudden movements.
“May I have you, Jill? I want you so bad.” Damien asked, barely able to hold back his desires.
“Damien, if we make love, according to lycan law at least, we’re mates. I don’t want you to bind yourself to me if you aren’t ready.”
Damien kissed her, a hint of longing in the kiss. “Then we’re mates. I can’t be without you. It terrifies me to imagine a life without you, Jill. I couldn’t live in a world like that. I would rather you killed me.”
Jill smiled, petting his face. “I can’t be without you, either, Damien. Even as an immortal, a life without you would be hell.”
Damien’s heart raced in his chest. He’d long wanted to have sex with Jill but wanted to make sure she was ready so he’d waited.
He kissed her as his hands pushed her pants down, revealing her favorite high cut panties she liked to wear.
Jill kicked off her boots to let Damien finish taking her pants off, leaving her in her panties beneath him.
She gasped slightly as he slid his hand in her panties, his thumb finding the bundle of nerves between her wet folds. He rotated it in smooth circles to heighten her pleasure.
Her nails dug into Damien’s back as she restrained herself to avoid accidentally hurting him. His hand ran the length of her arching back, his thumbs tracing each flexing muscle in Jill’s side. His fingers explored every small groove in her back until he reached her hips.
The pleasure in her body made her muscles tremble in anticipation as Damien used his unoccupied hand to unbutton and unzip his jeans. He smiled Jill’s favorite crooked smile as he pushed them down. His underwear followed shortly after, leaving him naked above her.
Jill’s heart pounded at how beautiful and well-built he was. His body rivaling that of any lycan male she’d known. There was an ornate Celtic cross tattoo that lay across the skin of his hip, perfectly accentuating the deep-v of the muscles. Jill hadn’t noticed it before.
Damien removed Jill’s panties, kissing her deeply. She felt his tip at the opening of her sex. She gasped as he slid into her. His lips placing reassuring kisses on her neck as he made love to her.
Jill ran her nails down Damien’s back, relishing the hard muscles as they flexed with each movement he made. Luna, he felt so good. Reaching every part of her in need of his attention. She clenched her fangs as she felt herself reaching her climax.
The heat of Damien’s body drove her primal senses wild as he thrust into her. Damien’s own low growl escaped his throat as he felt his own climax drawing near. Jill was tighter than he thought she would be. He actually had to work to get into her.
The sounds Jill was making made Damien’s eyes roll into the back of his head with pleasure. His balls tightened as he came close to filling the woman he loved. Finally he was claiming her as his.
“Damien!” Jill called out his name as her orgasm rippled through her body. Her muscles squeezing him pushed him just enough, his own orgasm rocked through his body. He pushed into her as far as he could filling her with as much of him as he was able.
The muscles in his arms trembled as he struggled to hold himself up. He pulled out of her to sit beside her on the bed, panting in an attempt to catch a breath.
Jill’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her own breath. She rolled onto her stomach, panting to try to cool down from the intense heat.
“When did you get your tattoo?”
“I got it for my eighteenth birthday. It’s on my hip because I thought my dad would have killed me since I didn’t ask first. To be honest, I don’t think he knows even now that I have it. You know cops and tattoos. You have one, you’re a gang affiliate.” Damien chuckled at his own joke.
Jill heaved out a labored laugh. “It’s beautiful. Very nice ink work. You felt amazing.”
“Thanks. I’d like to think I’m somewhat good at sex despite this being my first time.”
“Really? You could have fooled me.”
“Nope. First time. No experience.”
Jill snuggled into Damien’s chest. “Well, it was wonderful.”
Damien guided her face up to look at him, kissing her lips. “It won’t be the last time, Jill. That much I can promise you.”