PERFECT THINGS
Damon's P.O.V
I suck on the edge for a single moment and pull away when I feel Wilona tremble with a rewarding whimper. I stand back up, breathing faltered slightly as my pants find themselves horribly tight.
"You're a fucking tease and I hate you," Will whines as she shifts her bag to the front of her pants.
Our shopping continues with a newfound tension, one that only builds as I continue to tease her in subtle ways, riling her up the best I can.
My fingers cradled her neck, rubbing softly at the nape of her, making her whimper with each featherlike caress. I let my hands swipe by her legs every time I put something inside the trolley, lingering longer than necessary. I risked a few more kisses and even fewer licks, vibrating from the way it made her pant.
It carries on until the shopping is complete and my poor mate is left quiet with a heaving chest, her eyes dazed with lust. She kept her bag in front of her, trying to hide arousal I could smell.
It drove me mad.
Her scent was scrumptious. Unlike the rest of her scent, her arousal had a spice to its sweetness. A tang that left my mouth watering, loving and hating how it left me breathless. It was luscious, dripping like honey my tongue wanted to capture.
The thought excited me only conjuring a bit of panic, but it was enough fear to confirm that I had to wait before taking things that far. I wouldn't risk going that far with Will only to shut down in the middle of it and leave her doubtful, I'd just have to be patient.
Patience and self-control. I just needed patience and self-control.
The bags hadn't even hit the floor of my apartment before we'd crashed together in an explosion of need and want that made self-control go flying out the fucking window.
Will wasn't soft with her kiss, wasn't slow with it like she usually was. She was rough, her kiss bruising in a manner which steered my deepest urges I tried to keep buried when dealing with her. Coaxing them to life with her whimpers and moans, her bites and nibbles as she took what she wanted, what was her.
It was fair game from there.
I picked Will up, growling low in my throat from the feel of what is mine in my hands. She was light, so light and willing as she wrapped her legs around me, knotting them around my waist as she claimed my lips. My hands found her ass and it went straight to my dick to feel the fullness which waited there.
I grip her tightly, kneading her roughly as Will stole my lips without question. Her scent poured off of her, fleeing from her to invade my space, an unconscious thing which thrilled my wolfen urges and spurred me onwards.
I back us into the closer wall, the force of it taking the breath from Will's lips as I travel down her neck. Licking and biting, sucking and tasting and reveling in all things sweet and Will.
And she gave it to me.
Tilting her neck back so I could take her, use her and cherish her all at once. I let my lips suck around her, body tightening from the moans which came pouring from above.
"Damon," She moans appreciatively as I continue worshiping her skin. The sound of my name on her lips in such a manner caused my legs to weaken beneath me.
Ecstacy rocketed through me like an uncontrolled beast. I couldn't even think straight with how much it meant to me as a mate.
She was turned on because of me.
She was around by me.
She wanted me.
She was... dripping for me.
It made the lines blur as I returned my lips to her, loving the way our lips moved like liquid. Synchronized in our blind lust, I let my tongue lavish her with care and raw need. Taking her the way she wanted to be, the way her soft whimpers begged her to be.
Will sinks her teeth into my lip, licking at her indents before redirecting her attention to my neck. My cock jutted, pushing against my zipper when Will's lips laid claim to the spot wolves marked.
I almost fell to my knees from the force of it, eyes shutting as I moaned while holding her tight, moving her subtly to give her the friction that made her wild in my grasp.
Her mouth was cunning. Pressing kisses around the marking place, nipping at it enough to tease me of a bite I knew she couldn't deliver. It didn't make me sad, just made the tastes of them even more and she gave it to me.
Will sucked on my flesh and licked at my collarbone, tongue swiping across my skin to work me into the perfect lover for her. My only need to please her as she drowned me with her addictive administrations.
"Will," I growl deep, my tone having a bite to it that was more alpha than man.
It only made her moan and rut against me as I held her in my grasp, willing and wanting. Then her lips were back to mine and I knew I couldn't stand much longer.
I walk us to my bed, throwing Will down on it providing me with the most beautiful visual of my mate splayed out of me on my bed.
Will's hair was disheveled, her tiny chest-thumping rapidly as she rubbed her legs together in the most seductive way, a prominent bulge resting where the two lips met yet she continued watching me the entire time, waiting for me.
I feel my canines descend once more, eyes glowing as everything within pushed for me to take my mate.
I turn around. Lungs burning with anger as I forced myself to calm down, forced myself to think and not act. Just acting, following instincts, could lead to trouble. Things neither Will or I was prepared for.
"What's wrong?" Will asks quickly, her breath shaking with worry and blatant need.
Will pulls herself to the edge of my bed, her hand gently touching my back in question.
"Damon?" She asks, peering her head around from her position to see me. I keep my mouth shut, focusing on breathing and calming down so I could get these fucking teeth under control.
It was hard, literally.
"Just give me a second," I reply but it comes across as more of a plea.
"Okay," Will replies sounding dejected, something that made me want to shove it all to hell and just mark her.
But I couldn't do that to her.
All the pulsing heat that once inhabited the space slips away just as my canines do, a hush quiet taking its place instead as I turn to face Will.
She was looking up at me with these big eyes, so full of fear and hope, I wanted to feed the latter rather than the former. The former seemed t have blanketed her life more than it had any right to.
"What happened?" She asks, body facing me with her full attention as I sink down to sit beside her. "Did I do something you didn't like?"
"No. That's not it at all." I correct quickly and firmly, taking her hand to reassure her that she didn't do a damn thing wrong. "I just...I-I want to take things slow."
"Okay." She breathes back without even thinking about it. "That's fine, we don't have to do anything beyond what we've been doing so far."
I glance up to look at her. Finding her messy in the best way with the cutest look of disappointment that I'd ever seen.
"Is it really okay?" I question as I palm her face.
"Yeah, it is." She replies with a smile and I knew she wasn't lying, yet I knew I was missing something but didn't know exactly what. "I promise it is."
"Okay," I reply, deciding to let it be. "Thank you."
"But this means that you can't rile me up the way you did anymore," She scolds as she scoots closer to me, resting her head to my shoulder. "You literally left me hanging, like literally."
I laugh with realization and wrap an arm around her to bring her closer.
"I'll make it up to you," I promise before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
It may take time but we'd get there, I just wanted the path to be perfect the entire way there.
I just need things to be perfect.
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Wilona's P.O.V
Doubt.
It's a feeling that moves quieter than all the others. You don't notice the way it nurses itself to grow better, don't notice how innocent pieces of information feed it. You don't notice it until it's pricking at your skin during your happiest moments. Things that once seemed perfectly fine suddenly appearing like a disguised form of deception.
Then it's too late to get rid of it because it's already there and you can't fight it off. Because doubt isn't tangible, you can't fight it because it's not facts. It's just doubt and it's not crazy, it makes sense the things, or the people in my case, you begin to question.