Damien's Mate

Damien

Damien shifted uncomfortably beneath his mate. Hours had gone by after their love making, but awake he lain, he's mind going over pack files, and new strategies for upcoming battles.

Damien took pride in the ruler he was. Cold, brutal, insensate, he had the perolis name to carry, not their blood though. No, Damien perolis did not carry the blood. He was born a rogue who was lucky enough to be taken in by a widowed Alpha.

The Alpha's choice to spare his sister and his life didn't guarantee the man being a great dad, they never talked about their likes and dislikes, they never went horseback riding together or gave him tips on girls. Damien didn't have a dad, he had a master to serve and abide by.

Damien was lucky to have been born an alpha. Ramos Perolis, the then Alpha had been a grieving mess at the time of their meeting, his wife had died in labour the previous year along with their childd and he had sworn to never have a child or woman after the passing of his mate. So meeting a rogue with Alpha blood was definitely luck for him, a sign that the moon Goddess didn't utterly loath his guts.

So he took Damien and his sister and raised them. Damien had once tried winning Ramos over, he tried to impress him with his grades, then training but It was never good enough. Ramos loved to train Damien personally because then he got to beat him up, to watch him bleed. He once beat Damien up so bad he was unconscious for three days which is a lot for wolves, considering how fast their bodies heal.

Ramos taught him how to kill, how to do it with no remorse, how to look into a dying mans eyes with no heart and finish them off, how to burn villages, how to torture rogues and enemies, but it was alright because that was how the Perolis pack protected what was theirs and Damien wanted nothing but to be deserving of the Perolis name since he got to the pack.

The perolis pack was to remain the strongest and most affluent pack in the south. His father had made him swear on it right before the bitter man took his rest.

Damien perolis was a chivalrous man,  a man of wit. Desired by many women, admired by most men, few cared to admit it, even as cold and brutal as he seemed, he had a charm to him that was hard to resist, hard to interpret.

Damien watched as his mate's nails clutched his bare skin to keep him in place and he had to fight the urge to roll his eyes as he pulled her off himself one last time.

Succeeding this time, he stood up in absolutely nothing, his tremendous build glistening with sweat under the moonlight.

He sauntered silently to the balcony, careful enough not to wake his wife. For some reason he couldn't decipher, he could barely stand her presence the past few months and he had absolutely no idea why.

Ora was a gorgeous woman, breathtaking even, with beautiful soft olive skin and long blonde hair cascading past her buttocks.

She was beautiful as she was submissive. Two qualities he was convinced he needed in a woman.

Daughter to the alpha of a neighbouring pack he had visited about two years ago. He had met her by the river taking a bath and he immediately realised she was by far the most captivating woman he had met. Sparks flew as his arroused brown eyes met her blue ones.

He had no doubt she was his mate when he met her again at the feast her father had thrown upon his arrival and after a few flirtatious exchanges and a wonderful dance he was more than convinced she was the one to bare his pups.

A few weeks later they were married and madly in love, he could barely leave her side, he could barely function without her convinced it was the mate bond he let himself be completely engulfed by her presence.

This carried on for a while but lately things had changed, he was still very much affected by her presence but not like before, it was more of a physical thing now.

His wolf did not long for her warmth as it did before, he no longer found her voice melodic, matter of fact, he found it irritating and he often wished she was quiet. He never missed her when she was not in his vicinity nor when he was far from home on trips or battles.

The only time he felt pulled to her was when they were being intimate which wasn't happening often either.

He couldn't blame it on her adamance to having children. He did want to have children, yes, but not to the point where he would push away he's mate. That was something he was willing to wait on. He was only 24, he had time.

He decided to blame it on the pressure he was under. Yes that must be it. His pack had been facing more attacks from different packs lately. Each attack being more vicious than the previous one making them loose more than they gained.

Being the strongest pack in the south, they had not yet been defeated but they had been weakened and it wouldn't take long for another attack that would, goddess of the moon forbid, leave them on their knees.

He couldn't wrap his mind around how the attackers always had perfect timing for their attacks, either it was after a huge celebration and all his warriors were intoxicated or on a trip where all the best were away.

Moments later he felt small hands lightly trace the valley of his back making a trail to his chest and resting on the place above his heart in a light embrace.

"Why are you awake my king? Is something troubling you?" She asked.

"No Ora, i'm fine just needed some air." He spoke back, no sign of interest in the conversation he was having with her.

"Do you want me to make you feel better my king," she whispered in his ear while her hand gripped his large cock that was growing hard in her soft palm.

She smirked on his back knowing the effect she had on him and started to stroke him. Slowly in the start and then faster desperate to hear him moan in pleasure or grip the rails. He did neither.

He turned her to the wall in one swift movement and placed his member in her already wet region. Fucking her hard and fast as she liked it, desperate for a release he quickened his thrust and she let out a deafening scream as she neared her climax. A few more thrust and he was undone as well. No words were spoken after their deed on the balcony.

And he found himself wondering if it would always be that way between them. Lifeless sex.