And Then There Were Four by Lilith Carrie
Chapter 49

Music. Dancing. Tacos and Tequila.

Who knew that Damian was a man who enjoyed such pleasures?

Round and round, he spun me in circles. The laughter that emitted from me wasn’t something I had heard in so long, and every time he pulled me close to him I couldn’t help but wonder who the man before me was.

This wasn’t the same Damian I had met so many months before. This Damian was actually fun.

“I can’t–” I laughed, holding my side, “I need to sit down.”

Pulling away from him, I moved back towards our table away from the crowd of people who still lined the dance floor. Mexico was more than I expected, and between the music and food, I found myself not wanting to go home.

I could understand why James had come here to get away.

One could really lose themselves within the culture of this place.

“Don’t tell me you’re already partied out.” Damian replied, taking a seat next to me.

“Me?” I scoffed, “never.”

As much as I had enjoyed the evening so far, though, I felt wrong. We were there to replace James, and instead of doing that, Damian and I were having fun and drinking.

It wasn’t right, and a guilty emptiness settled in my stomach.

“We will replace him.” Damian’s voice whispered softly. My thoughts reflected in my facial expressions as I forced a smile and nodded my head.

“I know, but I hate that it’s taking so long to do so.” I wanted him now. Not eventually.

Taking the bottle of local tequila, Damian poured himself and I another shot, scooting it towards me.

“Drink up.” He replied with a smirk, lifting the shot glass into the air. “To replaceing James.”

As much as I didn’t think I could manage another shot, I lifted the glass and smirked, “to James.”

The smooth taste of the tequila slid down my throat for a sixth time tonight, and between the shots and the margarita’s I was drinking, I felt as light as a feather.

No doubt I would regret my decisions in the morning, but for now, I would live in the moment.

“One more dance before we leave.”

Looking at Damian, I sighed at his extended hand and nodded. “Just one more.”

Sweeping me to the dance floor, he pulled me close to him. The slow tone of the song pulsated around me, and as he glided me across the floor, I couldn’t help but take in his intoxicating scent and the way his eyes seemed to peer into my soul.

Unsure of what he was doing, I let myself go in the moment, and with every passing second the intensity between us grew. “Damian–” I whispered softly as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss behind my ear.

“Shhh, just let go for tonight.”

There was arguing with the idea as his lips claimed me in a kiss that made the world melt around me.

“Let’s get out of here.” I urged, as a soft growl of excitement left his lips.

I wanted more, and with the ache he was creating between my legs, I had no doubt he planned to sate it. In more ways than one.

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The car ride home was faster than I expected, and before I could step towards the door, he had swept me off my feet and was closing the front door behind us. It wasn’t slow and gentle in the least. Instead, Damian was a mixture of dominance and something far more primal.

Gripping my throat, he pushed me against the wall as he captured my lips. The heat from his body set mine on fire, and as he swept his tongue against mine, I moaned in excitement.

There was nothing more I wanted than for him to ravish me.

To make me explode over and over again till I was begging him to stop.

“What do you want, Ivy?” He whispered in a demanding tone that made me soaking wet already.

“You.” I pleaded, “I want you to make me scream.”

“I’m not like the others, Ivy.” He warned, “I’m not soft and gentle and when I take you, I will dominate you in every way. Do you understand that?”

Staring up into his dark eyes, I contemplated what he was saying, “you’re dominant?”

Slowly a sinister smirk crossed his lips, giving me his answer. Never had I done anything dark or dangerous like that before, but with the weight of the alcohol and the height of my arousal.

I didn’t care. “F u c k it.” I replied, claiming his lips once more.

It was the only answer he wanted, and before I knew it, our clothes were shredded from our bodies and s c a t t e r e d from the front door all the way towards his bedroom.

“G o d, you’re so wet for me.” He muttered as his finger spread against the folds between my legs. The sensation caused me to moan softly as I closed my eyes, relishing in the feeling of his fingers against my core.

“Please.”

Pulling away, he smiled down at me. “So impatient.”

“Scared?” I muttered with my own smirk that did nothing but caused me to regret my words.

Faster than I expected, he gripped me by my hair and pulled my head back as he wrapped his other arm around my waist. The look in his eyes was s a d i s t i c and, when most women would have been terrified, I wasn’t.

I was excited, and I wanted whatever he was going to give me.

“I’ll show you scared, Ivy.” He whispered in my ear, “and you will love every moment of it.”

My alcohol induced thoughts couldn’t keep up as he captured my lips once more and tossed me upon the bed. With a forceful grip, he spread my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the mattress as he leaned his head down towards my mound and groaned in satisfaction.

The movements came unexpectedly, but in the moment, I was down for whatever he was going to toss at me. I wanted all of it. ANY way he wanted to give it.

The first swipe of his tongue sent vibrations through my soul with the low growl of approval from his wolf. My back arching in pleasure, he devoured me just like his own personal little Red.

Fingers gripping his thick hair, I moaned in approval, “f u c k, don’t stop.”

The pleading desires of an expected o r a s m pushed me closer and closer to the edge, but every time I expected to be pushed over, he would stop.

He was tormenting me with his actions, but it only made me grow more needy for his touch.

More needy for the pleasure he would end up giving me.

Gripping my legs, he flipped me onto my stomach, gripping my thighs as he put me on display in front of him. I wasn’t sure what was going to come next, but when I felt the cold sensation of leather, I froze. My heart raced as I anticipated his next move.

“Tell me you want it.” He demanded, as his fingers gently brushed over my skin. “I promise you will like it.”

He wanted to whip me, and that was something I wasn’t sure I would like.

Taking a moment, I slowly nodded my head, only to have the swift stinging sensation of the whip brought across my backside. I jolted forward a little, but held my position.

It was a painful sensation, but the pleasure was far more great.

“Again,” I pleaded.

One after another he whipped me, and every time had my core tightening for him.

“Enough.” He growled as he pulled me towards him. The feeling of his thick erected member pushing at my center craving the release he was bound to give me.

Gripping my hair, he pulled me back as he pushed deep inside me. A cry leaving my lips as I accepted him. “Don’t hold back.” I moaned as he feverishly took over every aspect of my body.

The louder I cried out for him, the more I moaned, and as my climax built, he tipped me over the edge countless times before he finally roared in desire, releasing himself deep inside me.

His knot pushed at my walls, making a tear escape down my cheek as I relished in the pleasure it brought.

The excitement, the pain, and the frustration of everything that was Damian had been well worth waiting for. The only problem was that rational me—would never agree to what I just did.

Thank go d rational me has checked out for the night.

There was no way I would miss a moment of what he just gave me.