Chapter Forty Five

"Wait here,"

Again, Damien did not give his sire a chance to respond. The demon Lord sighed as soon as he closed the door behind him. The scent of his mate and pup guided him back to the training area.

The demon Lord entered gaining the occupants attention. Rina and Rolando were conversing only moments ago. The guard stepped away from his mate and bowed towards him. Nathaniel sprinted past them.

"Dad!"

His little body crashed into Damien's legs and wrapped his arms around his calves. He took a moment to pat his head before pulling him away. Nathaniel tugged him towards his mother, Damien kept the even pace until he reached them.

"My Lord," Rolando bowed again.

Damien waved his hand in dismissal and turned to Rina.

"Wait outside," the demon Lord said before the soldier exited.

"So that was your father?" Rina asked as soon as Rolando left.

"That would be correct."

Nathaniel ran around them before skidding to a stop and leaped onto Damien.

"Woah there little guy." Rina pulled his hair into a low ponytail as he clung to his father.

"Dad?!"

"Yes?"

"So, that was your dad?"

"Yes, son."

"So he's my grandpa, right? He looks strong. Can we train together?"

Damien chuckled at the enthusiastic tone. While he detested his father for his past mistakes, he could not fault his pup's curiosity. It was in his blood to seek his pack, it was only fair to let him explore the new found bond.

His father made many grievous errors, but he did change over the years. The demon Lord would never admit it out loud but it started with Tristen's birth. Damien had taken the brunt of his harsh teachings while Tristen was cuddled.

He knew his father would care for Nathaniel.

The issue was his sneaky visit that also unsettled his mate. It became clear he would need to introduce the core of his pack to her very soon. He did not wish for this to happen again, especially if he wasn't there next time.

"We shall see, why don't you go to Rolando and he'll take you to your grandfather. We'll be there in a few minutes."

"Okay!" Nathaniel jumped from his arms and jetted across the training room and was out the door in a matter of seconds.

Rina sighed.

"Not that I'm not happy that he gets to meet his only grandfather. But I hate the fact that I didn't know who he was."

Damien stepped closer, then pulled her towards him. His long arms slid around her and grasped her hips. Rina laid her hands on his chest and looked up. Even if she leaned her entire weight against him, he wouldn't budge. The strength of his muscles rippled underneath her hands.

"I'm serious Damien, this place is so big. There's too many people here, too many people I don't know and it doesn't feel safe."

Safety was the number one priority of a mate to achieve. The fact that his mate felt uncomfortable in a place he called home cut through him. It was the main reason he began to train a small portion of his soldiers.

They would now be allocated around the outskirts of his property along with the gated entryways and every visual point of the house that an intruder could gain easy access.

"It was not my intention to make you feel uncomfortable."

"I know," Rina tipped her head down hiding her expression from him.

Damien curled a finger under her chin and tilted her face towards him. He lightly brushed his lips against hers then pulled back.

"Tomorrow, I will set time aside and focus on introducing every single staff member here. From there the next few days introduction to the soldiers will begin. Is that acceptable?"

"Yes, definitely. I just want to feel comfortable here and I want to at least recognize anyone I pass."

"I understand, by now Nathaniel should be with my father. Do you want to go and see them?"

"That's another thing, I need to know who your family is. At least pictures or something."

"Of course, my immediate family is quite small. It extends to distant cousins and so on."

Damien released his hold around her, the warmth of his body disappeared.

"I see you have chosen a weapon you prefer."

"What?" her eyes followed his gaze. "Oh!" she placed her hand over the sheath intent on removing it.

Rina froze when Damien's hand slid over hers firmly stopping her attempt.

"You are the Lady, you have chosen your weapon. Do not remove it and take the other blade as well. They are meant to be carried together."

"Okay," she whispered.

Rina walked towards the wall of infinite weapons and grabbed the twin blade. Clasps on the sheath provided an easy placement on any pants she would wear in the future. But a slit was created through the back of each sheath for a more secure hold would loop into a belt.

She placed the twin blade on the opposite side and turned to Damien.

"You don't think this is too much?"

A low rumble passed his lips.

"I find it very appealing and all the more reason for you to hold the title of my mate."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

The demon Lord pulled her towards him again. His claws trace down her body circling around her new blades.

"It means, you were already a lethal opponent to face. I don't need to see you fight to know you can take care of yourself, but…" his golden orbs darkened. "The thought of you using those blades sends me into a state of-"

"Okay, okay I got it." she squeaked.

Rina pressed her face into his chest, willing away the flushed hue that took over her skin. Her face was flaming in embarrassment. Damien's chuckle vibrated against her cheek. She breathed into his chest, puffs of hot air pressed through the thin material.

She took in a deep breath, the masculine scent engulfed her. Rina wrapped her arms around him and rubbed her face against his chest. A growl rattled into her skull, but she knew there was no threat.

Any form of affection Rina displayed was received with open arms. Damien was normally the one who started any intimate contact. The demon Lord could count on one hand how many times she had initiated anything intimate.

Rina took another deep inhale and tipped her head up, resting her chin on his broad chest. Damien stared down at her and gently grazed his fingers across her forehead pulling away the few strands that obscured her face.

The pad of his thumb trailed over her cheekbone before circling her eyes.

"I never said it, but you are so beautiful. This color is rare in a human"

The compliment was a standard one. But coming from the demon Lord set it into a different perspective. He was not one for compliments, Rina's eyes slid shut as his touch passed over her temple then swept over the bridge of her nose to her lips.

Her pouty lips remained closed as rubbed his thumb over the succulent petals.

"Rina,"

His voice had taken a deeper tone, she opened her eyes at the change. Familiar red hue engulfed golden orbs before receding back. Damien's hand slipped past her chin and gently cupped her jaw.

Rina involuntarily pulled closer, eliciting a growl from the demon Lord. He smoothed his hands over her backside and pulled her up to his eye level. Her breath hitched, Rina laid her hands across his muscled shoulders. She softly raked her nails over the thin material.

Heat pooled into her core, her hips rotated in effort to relieve the pressure. Damien sunk his hand into her thick locks and pressed her mouth over his. Moaning into the kiss, Rina wrapped her arms around his neck and slanted her head to the side.

The demon Lords grip tightened around her hair forcing her to stop anything else she had in mind. Moaning again, she bucked her hips against him since he chose to dominate the kiss. She tried to pull back but Damien pressed harder.

His tongue invaded her mouth and battled against hers. The action took her breath away, until she pulled back. Rina was left panting, she stared at the godly being before her. The arousing action did not put him in such a state as she was. But the darkening of his irises let her know exactly how he felt.

"Damien," his name came out closer to a whine than anything else.

He smirked and pressed her lower half against his. Rina grabbed thick silver hair at the base of his neck and tugged. His eyes narrowed but he did nothing to stop her.

"Little priestess, I suggest you stop."

She pulled at his hair again resulting in a small form of punishment resulting in the demon Lord doing the same. Except she moaned at the action and tilted her head back, heat pulsed through her mating mark.

Her fingers slipped from his hair and scraped against his neck. A growl vibrated against her hands. Rina tilted her head forward but Damien stopped her. Sharp fangs dragged over her mark, the attention had her core clenching.

The demon Lord closed his mouth over the mark he had given her and sucked. A slew of moans slipped from her bruised lips. Rina's hands curled around his head holding him in place. He continued to lap and suck on her neck.

Rina moaned and pressed her weeping core against his now stiff rod.

"Damien," she whispered.

Upon her whisper, his fingers pulled at her hair pulling her head to the side. Giving him complete access to her neck. He lavished her mark with kisses and licks. He trailed up her neck then slipped back over her mark. Every time he went back to the nape of her neck her entire body twitched and buked at the sensation passing through her.

The familiar tingle shot from her neck straight to her toes.

Damien growled and pressed his teeth over her mark. His body went rigid, panting Rina spread her hands over his shoulders and rubbed them until he relaxed.

The demon Lord growled into her neck and pressed a small kiss on her mark before pulling back. Rina shivered and curled into him from the unresolved pleasure.

They needed to stop once again...