Chapter 126

Anila’s POV

Damien looked puzzled by my words.

It was bold doing this in the middle of the spellcasting room, knowing that at any moment, anyone could walk in. But I didn’t really care; I wanted to claim and mark my mate, even if he couldn’t claim and mark me.

The words of Principal Rapport roamed through my mind. He told me that I needed to mark and mate each of my mates to become my stronger self…

“Wouldn’t I have to mark you too?” He asked, his mind lost in thought. “I’m not sure how that would work. I don’t have an inner animal.”

I stood on my toes and brushed my lips across his.

“Maybe it doesn’t matter,” I told him. “I mean, I can mark you and see if anything happens. The Goddess wouldn’t have made you my mate if we weren’t able to bond fully.”

He looked uncertain as he pulled away from me. I tried not to show it on my face, but the sudden rejection hurt. But when I saw the worry on his face, I realized he wasn’t rejecting me, he was afraid that it wouldn’t work and that we would both be left feeling disappointed.

I didn’t want him to feel that way, so I stepped closer to him, wrapping my arms around his thin waist and burying my face in his chest. His body tense, and for a moment, I worried he’d push me away. But I sighed in relief when I felt his warm arms wrap around my body. We were both still completely naked and our bodies pressed against one another was electric.

“The others wouldn’t be happy,” he murmured, not letting me go.

I peeked up at him.

“It’s not their decision,” I told him, narrowing my eyes. “You are my mate too, Damien…”

He was quiet for a moment; I knew he was lost in thought and then something occurred to me.

“Are you hesitant because of Sarah?” I asked, pulling away from him and wrapping my arms around my body like I suddenly didn’t want to feel so exposed.

His brows furrowed as he stared at me.

“What?” He asked.

“Sarah…” I repeated. “I saw you having lunch with her. Are you hesitant because you still love her?”

“No,” he said firmly as he stepped closer to me. “It wasn’t like that.”

I didn’t like this jealous feeling in the pit of my stomach and I hated the tears that were starting to burn in my eyes.

“You seemed close,” I murmured, staring at the ground.

“I grew up with her, Anila,” he told me. “She’s pretty much like my sister now. She cheated on me. I have no interest in getting back together with her.”

I nibbled my lower lip, not sure what to say.

Damien placed his fingers under my chin and lifted my gaze to meet his.

“I don’t love her anymore,” he told me firmly. “Plus, I’m here with you. Aren’t I?” He asked, his eyes sparkling with mischievousness as he wrapped his arms back around my waist and pulled me into him. He lowered himself down and pressed his lips against mine gently before pulling back slightly.

“And what would you like to do to me?” I asked teasingly. “You got me all to yourself for the whole week.”

I started to back away from him, moving my hips as I did so. I watched his eyes darken and a smirk appeared on his lips. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into him once more, but this time he spun me around, so I was the one leaning against the desk and he was caging me between his arms. Both his hands rested on the desk and his face was inches from mine.

I smiled as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss. His lips danced along mine, both moving in perfect harmony as our tongues tangled with one another. My heart hammered in my chest as he deepened the kiss with a content sigh. I wrapped my legs around him as I leaned my back against the desk, keeping my arms around him as well to keep me from falling. His firm hold on me kept me in place and close to him.

I felt his member at my entrance, and I squirmed against it; no matter what I did, I couldn’t seem to get close enough.

He peppered kisses down the nape of my neck and across my shoulders, scorching me with his touch in all the best ways. My skin felt as if it were on fire. He brought his lips back to mine and he kissed me deeply, leaving me breathless and wanting more when he pulled back slightly to look down at me.

“Damien…” I whispered, my cheeks burning from his scrutiny. He smirked at me, and desired dancing in his eyes like a lit flame.

When he kissed me again, I felt everything in that kiss. I felt his affection, his warmth, and possibly even his love. My heart hammered wildly in my chest.

He positioned himself at my entrance and he nibbled on my bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it like it was the sweetest piece of candy. I panted out his name once more, but it was nothing more than a breathy whisper as he slowly inserted himself inside of me. I let out a small whimper from his feeling.

He had a good-sized member that my core had to stretch and size around him, but soon, it fit him like a glove and pleasure shot through me as he hit that perfect spot with each slow and agonizing thrust.

I ran my nails down his back, feeling myself scratch him. He shuddered from my touch, and it seemed to have spurred him on because he started to move even faster, his lips smashing into mine and our tongues tangling once again.

Sweat dripped down the nape of his neck and I watched it with pure fascination. My inner animals were desperate to mark him and make him ours, but he didn’t exactly agree to being marked and I didn’t want to overstep his boundaries.

I felt myself at the peak of my climax, my body trembling with need and desperation for that relief. He ran his fingers through my hair, pulling me even closer to him as he thrust deeper inside of me. I moaned out his name, unable to contain myself.

His lips found mine and he slowed his pace for a short while as we kissed. My legs trembled and I felt him twitching inside of me; I knew that meant he was close. I was nearly pushed over the edge myself.

He ran his lips down the nape of my neck, blowing on it gently and licking the spot just under Jaxon’s mark. I shuddered at the sensation, wanting so much more of him, but not sure exactly how to get that.

He nibbled on the nape of my neck for a moment, and then a strange miracle took place. I had my eyes closed, but I could feel the sharpness of his teeth intensifying. I wasn’t even sure if he knew it was happening, but I could feel them pressing against my flesh, piercing through the skin and sinking down. I sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden pain, but just as soon as it happened, the pain subsided and all I could feel was a rush of pleasure and desires coursing through me.

Did Damien just mark me?

Without a second thought further, I called forth one of my inner animals, whichever one could surge forward first. It ended up being my wolf. My canines elongated as I nuzzled my nose and lips against the sweetest part of his neck; the place I told myself I would one day mark and claim him as mine.

I rubbed my teeth against the flesh, taking in his incredible scent. My heart raced with anticipation. He pulled me even closer, his teeth sinking into my neck even more and his manhood deep inside my core, pulsating as our conjoined orgasm pulsed through our bodies, connecting us in more ways than I could count.

For a moment, I allowed myself to let go. I allowed myself a bit of ease and happiness. I allowed myself to claim what was rightfully mine. I sunk my teeth into the nape of his neck. He sucked in a sharp breath and his body tensed, but he soon relaxed, and we remained like that for what felt like an eternity. When we finally pulled back, we both had blood on our lips and smiles on our faces.

I felt his emotions running through me and I knew he could feel mine as well. It was the most intimate we had ever been, and I never felt closer to him than I did at that moment.

I didn’t have all the answers for the future, but I knew one thing for sure… Damien loved me.