Chapter 106: The third bond
"I do not know what you mean." Ayla rose to her feet, her cheeks flaming hot.
She tried to brush past him, hoping to put some distance between her body and the terrible, wonderful truth of what he had just said but Damon caught her arm, pulling her to himself so she landed exactly where he wanted her.
On his lap with her back pressed against his chest and the heat of him seeping through her robe.
"You don’t know what I mean, really?" He murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"Yes," Ayla squeaked.
Damon gently parted her legs, wrapping one hand around her belly, pinning her against him. His other hand began to trace up her knee and along the outside of her thigh.
She could feel him beneath her...the hard length of his arousal pressing against her backside and it sent a fresh flood of heat through her core.
"Damon..."
"Shh."
His fingers reached the part her robe had ridden up and he pushed the fabric aside.
Ayla squirmed, straining against the hand that was holding her captive while Damon traced the insides of her thighs now until he found her center.
She gasped as his fingers slid through the wetness.
Then he brought his hand up to show two fingers slick and glistening with her.
"You don’t know what I mean." He echoed.
"Damon..."
"Let me help you." The teasing in his voice was gone. "You are in heat, Ayla. Let me help you... please."
Ayla could feel the agreement bubbling in her throat and she bit her lips, resisting it.
This was Damon... would she really?
Yes. Yes. Yes. Nyx cut her off, utterly unashamed.
What happened to not trusting anyone? Ayla shot back.
Nyx whimpered in need which escaped Ayla’s own lips.
"Okay." she muttered.
Damon went still behind her. "Okay?"
"Yes." She swallowed. "Okay. Help me. Please."
He rose, pulling her with him then turning her around to face him. His hands found the shoulders of her robe, pulling it off her.
The fabric slid from her skin and pooled at her feet.
Ayla crossed her arms over her chest, covering herself, her cheeks burning.
His fingers found her chin and he tilted her face up to his.
"I am just helping," he said. "As I would always do. There is nothing to be ashamed of."
She nodded.
"Come here."
Damon’s lips found hers. His tongue snaked out, forcing her lips open as he plunged deep into her mouth. Her hands uncurled from her body and fisted in his tunic, pulling him closer as if she could fuse their bodies together through sheer will.
When he broke the kiss, she was gasping.
"I want to taste you." His voice was rough. "Is that okay?"
She nodded.
He circled her, coming up behind her. Then he pressed a hand against her spine, bending her forward.
Ayla’s palms caught the edge of the bed as she arched, her ass raised toward him, the evidence of her desire gleaming on her thighs.
Damon dropped to his knees, a groan escaping his lips. His hands wrapped around her ass mounds, spreading her wider before his tongue touched her core.
Ayla’s head dropped forward, a moan tearing from her throat.
He licked her from her center to the top of her clit, his fingers digging into her cheeks, holding her open as his tongue plunged inside her and retreated over and over again until she was rocking back against his face, chasing the sensation.
Soon, his fingers replaced his tongue. Two of them sliding deep inside her while his mouth moved lower, finding her clit and flicking with his tongue.
Ayla’s fingers clawed at the bedsheet, her legs trembling.
Everything was heightened, every sensation amplified until she could feel the blood rushing through her veins.
More.
She did not know if the voice was hers or her wolf’s. It did not matter. Damon gave her more.
His fingers curled inside her, finding a spot that made stars burst behind her eyelids. His tongue worked her clit in relentless circles. The pressure built at the base of her spine, coiling tighter and tighter, spreading down to her toes and up through her belly until she thought she might shatter into a thousand pieces.
"Damon...I am going to..."
He stilled and Ayla nearly wept.
He flipped her onto her back and rose above her, looking down on her with amber eyes that were darkened with desire.
"Touch yourself."
"What?"
"Touch yourself, Ayla." His voice was both command and plea. "I want to watch"
He reached for his tunic, pulling it over his head and Ayla’s mouth went dry.
His chest was a map of muscle and scars from his time in the forest of death but he still remained beautiful.
His hands went to his pants and he pushed them down.
Ayla’s eyes traveled downward and her mind went blank. He was huge. Thick and long and already glistening at the tip, and the sight of him made her thighs clench.
He knelt before her, spreading her legs wide with his palms, his eyes meeting hers from above.
"Come on." he urged. "Touch yourself."
Ayla’s cheeks burned.
Her fingers crept down her belly, sliding through the wetness at her center and she began to stroke herself, closing her eyes.
"Eyes open." Damon commanded.
She obeyed, her eyes fluttering open with effort but Damon was not looking at her face. He was watching her fingers move, transfixed.
Ayla also saw that he was holding something, a feather.
She tried to think about where he must have gotten it in that split second before it touched her inner thigh and all thoughts fled from her head.
Ayla jerked as the feather traced a path from her knee upward.
"Keep touching yourself." Damon groaned.
He drew circles on the sensitive skin of her thigh while her fingers continued their work between her legs.
She could feel herself losing control, her fingers moving faster now.
Damon’s eyes locked on her center, watching her stroke herself while he tortured her with gentleness.
"Please." The word broke from her throat. "Damon. Please. Fuck me."
"Not yet."
His jaw was tight.
He was holding back.
She could see it in the way he gripped the feather and the bead of moisture at the tip of his cock that betrayed just how close he was to losing himself.
Ayla felt the orgasm slam through her like a wave.
Her back arched off the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her fingers kept moving, riding the high of it while Nyx howled inside her.
The world narrowed to that single, blinding point of pleasure that radiated from her very core to every nerve ending in her body.
Damon reached for her hand, replacing it with his tongue as he lapped at the evidence of her release with slow strokes that made her twitch and gasp.
She was still trembling when he rose, his lips glistening. A smile spread across his face.
"Now," he murmured." Where were we?"