Chapter Thirty Eight

The entire room was decorated in white and subtle hints of very light taupe cushions and accessories. It was an ongoing theme throughout the palace. The preference of neutral tones to a completely white kitchen and now dining room was obvious.

The trio walked into the dining room to have dinner. Damien sat at the head with Rina to his right and Nathaniel to her right. Nathaniel stared up in wonder at the vaulted ceiling, it was a minimum of two story high. The entire decor screamed wealth and royalty.

"Is your favorite color white?" Nathaniel asked.

He turned his curious gaze towards his father. Servants spread into the room and placed their plates before them and additional dishes at the center. Most of the dishes were high in protein. A grilled steak and potatoes and broccoli sat on their main plate.

Extra servings of their dish along with an assortment of pre cut avocados and sweet potatoes and other greens and fishes were laid out before them.

Damien waited for the servants to leave before he answered.

"I like the color, I'm not sure if it's my favorite but the moment it appeals to me. I like the clean look."

"Okay." Nathaniel said before he munched on his pre-cut cubes of steaks.

"This is a lot of food Damien. I feel bad, it's going to go to waste."

"Not necessarily, demons consume a large amount of meat. We need a high protein diet and fats, we have a very high metabolism." he pointed at Nathaniel. "He needs to eat everything on his plate and more."

"But that's a lot, dad!"

"Do you want to be big and strong like your father?" Rina asked.

"Yes," he pouted.

"Then listen to him, he knows more about this than I do."

"But we never ate this much back home." Nathaniel said.

"That's because we're human sweetie, you need way more to be a strong boy."

"But you're a strong mom and you don't eat so much."

Rina chuckled. "True, but you took after your father. You see how much taller he is than me?"

"Yeah?"

"That's how big you'll get, so keep on eating."

Nathaniel scarfed his food down.

"Slow down!"

The demon Lord smiled at the sight. They were now a family, the conversations they held were domestic. Nothing of company profits or territory laws and disputes. At Nathaniel's age, those were the type of conversions he was forced to have with his father. It was the only subject his father cared to speak of.

The light atmosphere was a whirlwind of difference compared to what was expected in his childhood. Damien sat back and watched as his mate helped feed their pup and explain the health benefits of each dish.

A calm feeling washed over him. It was something he never experienced before, something he never thought he would be a part of.

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Rina found herself staring at the vaulted ceiling again. This time she was in her bed, it was the end of the day. She tucked Nathaniel into bed only a few minutes early. Damien was pulled away on a call so he wasn't able to participate in the routine she had set up for their son.

Their day was uneventful but fulfilling. Damien was able to interact and teach Nathaniel random things about the property and demon heritage. Any activity they did usually led to a small lesson as well. She could already see the bond they created would continue to grow as everyday passed.

Rina sighed, it seemed like everyday was a recurrence of heated interaction between her and the demon Lord, her mate. The attraction was obvious yet in the back of her mind, she still felt an inkling of fear.

Rina curled into her puffy covers and pressed her face into the pillow. Her emotions went haywire when he touched her. When he looked at her she felt the curls of heat spring to life. When they were in the same room they couldn't help but approach the other.

So why did fear still lurk in the background?

She could not deny how he made her feel. Rina's eyes slipped shut.

She feared the unknown. The history they shared began with their encounter by the hot spring. Before that day they had only exchanged a few words between them and it was always based on Tristen.

This was what she feared.

Rina was scared this would all end. The family she created would quickly fall to ruins if she dived in too deep. She never even went on a date with him, let alone had a conversation that had nothing to do with their son or mating.

She twisted to the other side of the bed and shifted around until she found a position she liked. There were so many holes in their relationship.

'Can I even call this a relationship?'

Frustration grew, as more reluctant thoughts sprouted. She kept digging herself a hole deeper and deeper as she thought of the many things Damien and her haven't done. What they haven't experienced. Things that any normal couple would do in the first few months together.

But they weren't a normal couple were they?

"Just go to sleep damn it." she muttered to herself as if it would help.

Her eyes roamed the right side of her bed, double doors leading to somewhere else. She hadn't opened them earlier but it was too late now she would investigate another time.

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Claws traced the curves and dips of her soft body, her breath hitched. Her back arched as the lethal hands smoothed over her hips and grasped them pressing his dangerous claws against her delicate skin.

So fragile, she was delicate yet held the power to disintegrate a demon. The dark haired beauty let out a breathy moan as he dived in engulfing one of her mounds and taunted her pink tip. She tossed her head and painfully arched even further into his touch.

Moaning she dug her hands into his hair and tugged him towards her lips. He pressed against her pulling another moan from her as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Mmm…" she moaned against his lips.

His thick shaft shoved against her heated core. She gently pulled his bottom lip into her mouth and sucked on it. Growling, Damien pressed forward and took control and delved deeper. She squealed at the aggressive attention. Yet she should be used to it by now, only she could bring out the lustful rage he was experiencing.

"Fuck." he growled against her lips.

Her wetness penetrated her silk shorts, her arousal was intoxicating. Damien ran his hand down her side and sliced through her clothes. She pushed her legs further apart to reveal her soaked lips. Damien rubbed her hidden jewel, the quick strokes sent her pitching forward trying to stop him.

"Damien." her half moan and scream came out. He pushed her back down.

"Rina," he whispered against her throat before he pressed his fangs against her lips.

He slowed his aggressive swirling motions over her numb button. Panting, she went limp against the bed. A light sheen of sweat began to glaze over her skin. Rina rocked against his hand as he rubbed her so aganizeling slow it was painful.

The motions stirred her heated depth, he gently stroked her rising pleasure but not enough to reach her climax.

"Damien!" her frustration was clear in her voice.

She bucked against him. Damien chuckled against her neck and pressed his fangs down. Her body went still, small whimpers left her as she waited for Damien's next move.

"You run away when it's too much then buck like a female in heat when it's not enough."

"Please," she whispered.

"As you wish," he growled.

The demon Lord pulled her hands above her head and held them there. His height made it possible to hold her down and trail kisses down her body.

"Please, please, please," Rina continuously whispered.

Two fingers dipped into her heated core and curled up. Her breath hitched, she began to pant as his fingers quickened.

"Oh god yes."

Damien dragged his tongue over her sensitive nub. The action sent Rina into a rocking motion at the sudden pleasure. His attention to her nether lips swirled and pressed insync.

Then he added another finger, she froze as he pumped into her and lapped his long tongue over her pearl.

"Oh..oh keep going,"

She struggled against his iron grip trying to break free as the build increased. Damien increased his thrust and sucked on her clit sending her over the edge. Her voice became hoarse as the wave of pleasure continued. Her moans turned into protests.

Daimien had not stopped his thrust nor his tongue. The unbearable yet delicious pleasure pushed her body to an impossible height. She shook her head.

"Ahh! I can't take it anymore, stop!" her body was flushed with red splotches from his tongue and her struggles.

Damien pulled back, Rina squealed at the abrupt halt of pleasure. Her body trembled and twitched. She rolled to her side trying to catch her breath.

Damien smirked and pulled himself to his knees and unbuckled his belt. Rina's head turned at the sound of his zipper.

Her hazey eyes focused on him. Her body continued to twitch as she stared then licked her lips.

Damien pulled his shaft free then pulled off his shirt and wiped her juices off his lips. Rina moaned at the action. He gripped his hard shaft and rubbed it up and down. The gloss of her juices that remained on his hand transferred to his thick rod.

The demon Lord grabbed her by the hips and rolled her over. He placed her in front of him on her knees, her full bare bottom faced him. Her juice coated her lips and inner thighs. He rubbed the head of his thick shaft against her heated core. A vicious growl erupted, he pressed forward.

Damien's eyes snapped open, the sound of a constant but timid knocking rattled against his door.

"What?!" he barked.

"My Lord please, you have a phone call." the voice trembled on the other side.

"I'll call them back." he growled.

Damien ripped the sheets of his bed and saw the aftermath of his once thick rod. It was the most intense wet dream he had ever experienced.

"My Lord...it is your father."

What little pleasure remained wilted.