10. Damon

When I said I could take my pants off, I meant it simply to remove them. I didn't just mean, "Oh, I'll just take my pants off so you can bend me over and make me scream." But once the words were out, they were out, just hanging there in the air, waiting for one of us to say something… anything.

It would've been so much easier if I said them randomly to someone I didn't have any feelings about. But this was Nicholas, and I'd been sporting a semi since I pulled in the driveway. I thought I was doing a good job ignoring it, but apparently not. Because here I was not sad that I had the slip of the tongue.

If I were honest with myself, part of what I felt in the hospital when he comforted me was attraction. Sure, it manifested itself in other things at the time, but all the feelings of safety and security, the wanting to touch him and needing to be touched by him, came rushing back the second I walked into his house and the situations were not even close to the same.

Objectively, so much about this date would normally be red-flag central. Driving up to his house—sure, it was a cute bungalow, but we were really isolated. And then there was his office, which was a shipping container turned into a functioning building. I knew that was the new cool thing in architecture, but I'd never seen one before except in movies. And in movies, if someone had a big container like that on their premises and they were doing something, yikes. Sure, genre mattered, but it was never someone making cookies for the town seniors.

Sometimes it was used as a place to hold prisoners, other times it was an evil science lab, and yet other times it was where they kept the meat—human meat, because of course they were cannibals. Had it been any other first date, I might have peaced out.

But with Nicholas, not once did I have a smidgeon of worry. I just felt like I was home. Like this was where I was meant to be.

When Nicholas suggested the bottle of wine, not for a second did I think to decline like I would on most first, second, even third dates. I never declined because I didn't like wine or because I was afraid I would drink too much. It was a safety thing, I always liked to be able to get out if I had to, and driving after wine was a bad idea, and it wasn't just me I needed to worry about. I had George counting on me.

And that was one precaution I always took, because you never knew when someone might show their true self. But I didn't worry here because I felt deep inside that this was where I belonged and that Nicholas was showing me who he was and how he was going to treat me. And now he was looking at me like he was going to consume me like a snack, and I was here for it.

"Good. I was hoping they weren't a permanent fixture for the evening." He winked at me, and all embarrassment for my comment flitted away.

I leaned over and awkwardly gave him a kiss. He tasted like the wine and mousse and something that was just inexplicably him. I was never this forward. At least, not since I had George. I couldn't be. My first priority was keeping myself safe, protecting our family unit. But with Nicholas, I was safe. Of that I had no doubt.

"I feel like we... maybe we can take this someplace more comfortable?" I mumbled against his lips, not wanting to be separated from his touch, but wanting us to move to someplace more comfortable.

"Are you sure?" He pulled back and watched me as I responded.

"I don't think I've ever been so sure about anything in my life."

Nicholas took my hand and led me to his room. Everything about it felt like him. He wasn't one of those alphas whose place felt like a hotel they were just staying at for a while. His personality was everywhere.

This was home to him. Not a place to stay. Not a display of his successes. It was home.

I started taking my pants off, just like I said I would. He watched me, his lips parted, his tongue darting out. He liked what he saw, and his reaction only fueled my desire. He mirrored my move, taking off his pants. Then one by one we removed the rest of our clothing, each watching the other, enjoying the view. It wasn't a strip tease with a little dance, and yet, somehow it was hotter than the flipping sun. Gods, it was like this man was put on this earth just for me.

And when he removed his last article of clothing, his boxer briefs, I could barely hold back the moan. His member was hard and very, very happy to see me. Not as happy as I was to see it.

I dropped to my knees, needing a taste. I was already harder and slicker than I'd ever been and all we'd done was kiss and see. I could only imagine the pleasure tonight was going to bring.

"You don't have?—"

I cut him off with a dart of the tongue, gathering the drop of precum that had been beckoning me. "I do, though." I looked up at him. "I really do."

He moaned, and I didn't waste any time, wrapping my hand around his length and taking the tip into my mouth for a tiny suck. We were only just getting started. I angled my head so I could watch him watching me and brought him into my mouth again, this time deeper before pulling it back out. Again and again I traveled his length until he was hitting the back of my throat, and I swallowed this time. His body quivered, his hand coming down on the back of my head.

I thought he was going to guide me, to take over my task at hand, but instead, he pulled me off of him and said in the sexiest voice I'd ever heard, "My turn."

He had me up and on the bed, his tongue playing with my hole as his hand jerked me faster than I'd have thought possible. I bucked my hips, seeking more as he fucked me with his tongue, giving me a preview of what was to come, and boy, was I ready for it.

"I'm going to come," I warned. "I want you inside me when I do."

His tongue darted in and out a couple of times and then he pushed himself up just enough for me to see his face. "Whatever you want, omega mine." Starting at my thighs, he kissed a path up my body, nibbling, sucking, tracing the path until he reached my chest. He teased my nipples until I was squirming beneath him. If his goal was for me not to come until he was inside of me, he was going to fail.

"Need," I cried out.

"Then you shall have." He put a pillow under my hips and lined himself up with my hole. "Gods, you"re perfect."

And then, without further ado, he entered me, watching my face as he did. Slowly, slowly, slowly he pushed his way inside, until he was fully seated. I was so full, fuller than I'd ever been, and a feeling of completeness washed over me.

He moved in and out of me, slowly at first, my hips meeting him move for move. We found a rhythm that kept us both right on edge, without giving way to our orgasm. I didn't want it to end, it was too perfect. And I wanted to believe he was feeling the same.

But then something changed, not in him, but in me. I suddenly needed it faster and harder, it was like my body was taking control. I bucked beneath him, needing to come, but also… that wasn't my only need.

My orgasm slammed through me, his knot filled me, and I pulled him down, my teeth biting his shoulder. And not a sexy nibble. No, I bit him hard, drawing blood, and at no time did anything inside of me tell me to stop. I needed this, and from the way he sighed in contentment, he did too.

I didn't know what came over me as my teeth sank into him. I wasn't kinky like that. I wanted to apologize, tell him it wouldn't happen again, but it felt so right and so needed, like it was supposed to happen. I couldn't bring myself to say the words.

And when he slammed his lips to mine, he kissed me until I forgot my name.