Doghouse

Damon didn't want to go easy on me, no matter how many times I told him to stop or pull it out, he kept on doing it for about two or three hours straight!

Damon finally released his rough grip around my waist, falling into the mattress beside me, panting. Where he laid on the mattress, sunk under his weight, but I barely noticed, since I was panting heavily too. Sweat dripped down my face, as I realized something. This d.ck!

■Damon's Point of view□

I laid beside my runaway mate, trying hard to catch my breath. I was tired from our exercises, even though it was about the afternoon by now, I think I'll fall asleep besides Zeno's side.

I don't know why, but I felt a deep hated glare, pinned on my face. I turned my sweat dripping head towards my mate, who was emitting a "Your dead meat" aura.

I didn't think I should be the first one to talk, so I just stared into his deadly glare, provoking him more. He reminds me of a hamster, when they stuff their faces with food, because his cheeks are puffed out in frustration. A little smile formed on my lips without me noticing.

He broke the silence, his glare that had no effect on me deepened as he talked. "Why do I need to compensate you, when it was you who lied to me?!" Oh, he finally realized that.

I placed my lifeless hand on his warm thigh. "Babe, don't get mad. You didn't have to run away, especially for six months. That's what I need compensation for." I said, turning my heavy body towards him. His long hair, stuck to his sweaty back, turning me back on, as his dragon looking eyes, watched me accusingly.

He turned around from me, ignoring my existence. His beautiful ivory white skin, making me want to eat it.

He lifted his head up, grabbing the feather pillow beneath him. He turned facing me, as I looked at him in confusion.

In the next second, my face connected with the pillow. It took me a second to pull it of my face. My runaway mate wasn't on the bed anymore. My eyes fell upon him, as he walked unsteadily towards the door, cursing under his breath. He picked up my dress shirt that I flung off during our little game.

It reached his mid-thigh, as he put it on. After slowly buttoning the shirt up, he left our room, slamming our door shut with a thud.

I flung my head back into the bed after he left the room. That's just great! I'm gonna be put in the dog house for so long after this. I thought as I subconsciously pouted. Who knew, me, the indifferent and distant Alpha, could be put into such a state, just for lying to his mate and having roughs.x, without making up before we did it. I'm so screwed!