Dragon's Mate

9. Complications

RECAP:-

His tongue pushed into my mouth demanding and harsh as a tight grip tightened around my left arm and he possessed my mouth with the punishing kiss.

I bit down. Hard, and he quickly retreated with a growl that would have made anyone pis their pants.

I flashed my teeth and hissed back with all my might like a pissed off cat at him reigning in satisfaction at the surprised look that struck his features.

Thats right you little bìtch, I could be an animal too!

I storm out of the bathroom since he obviously wasn't going anywhere. Not ashamed to put a little exaggerated swing to my hips as I walked away, bare áss náked and wet and not giving a damn.

Fùck! I still ached all over.

Where the heck was Axial when you needed him?

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* Dragon's Mate 9 *

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Damien's POV: (about time isn't it? WELCOME!)

Fûck.

The feral growl ripped from my chest as I all but shred off the wet clothing that encased my flesh.

Lowering my head and breaching it against the shower wall as the stinging spray attacked me from front and back. My breathing, coming harshly, almost shuddering from the exquisite pleasure of the water's caress against my flesh.

It had never felt like this. Not even with Catherine. Never. I could still taste her in my mouth now as I never had before. On my tongue as I lick my lips, in my senses as I try to take a breath without feeling her on my skin.

It was the worst agony, a bittersweet pleasure enfolded in an ache that bit straight to the bone and filled me with a furious aróúsal.

My díck was as stiff as a poker, heavy and engorged with blood as it stood out from my body. I lower my hand and palmed the stiff sac of my balls, grimacing as I braced my hand tighter against the shower wall at the pleasure that sang through the sensitive flesh.

Even in the most hellish nights of those days after making the commitment to Catherine, the arousal hadn't been this intense. Nor had the discomfort in simply thinking of touching another woman. Even Deralis, whom was the closest to our family tier, the thought of her arm against mine sent shards of blistering pain through my brain.

I forced my hand from between my thighs, forced back the need to grip the iron-hard erection and pump it to release. Because there was no relief in it; that was another lesson I had learned so long ago.

With mates, one could jack off 24/7 and it wouldn't do a damned bit of good.

I bite back a curse and straightened, shoving my hands through my wet hair and grabbing a waiting cloth from the rack beside me.

I soaped and washed, feeling every thread of the washcloth as I moved it over my body. And it made me think of her. Of her hands, strong and sure as they gripped my shoulders, her sharp little nails as they raked across them.

I could feel the sting of the spray against the slight scratches. I hadn't even cared when she made them. All that had mattered was the taste of that kiss, like a drug, like power flowing into me, a tidal wave of arøüsal and strength as I devoured her lips and tongue.