“Yes, I’m aware of Damien’s appetite for pain.”
“The shadow is part of Damien. So, what he wants is also recognized, and Damien likes pain.”
I blinked before realizing what he had been trying to tell me. Majority of the time when my shadow shot out at Damien was when we were aroused. My face heated up like a pot over a fire, and I buried my face in my hands. “Oh, I see.”
“I was wondering when you’d figure it out.” Damien slowed his hand up my thigh until his fingers bumped my center.
I pressed my lips together and pulled his hand off of my thigh, clenching my legs together.
Rhett shifted his hand to my knee. “Stop teasing our mate.”
Rome chuckled. “I bet you two are a handful together for her.”
“Oh, you have no idea,” I said breathlessly, before focusing on my plate.
I cut off a bite-sized piece of lasagna and brought it to my mouth. The flavor of spices and the gooeyness of the warm melted cheese burst on my tongue, and I savored the bite before swallowing. “This is delicious.”
“Thank you.” Winnie beamed.
The rest of dinner was uneventful, and by the time we finished, exhaustion riddled my bones. His parents said good night in the over-the-top fashion I’d come to realize was their charm and departed for their room.
“Ready to see my room?” Damien’s eyes twinkled as a smirk pulled at his lips.
NINETEEN
Rhett
DamienhadWrenunderneathhim on top of his bed as soon as we walked through the fucking door.
“Do you like my room?” he purred the question as his shadows wrapped around her wrists and ankles, pinning her down. Her tank top rode up, showing the soft, delicate skin that made me want to run my fingertips over her.
“I, ah, didn’t get to see it… but the bed’s comfy,” she murmured with a hazy look in her eyes as she stared up at him.
“Fuck, little bird, I need you,” he growled, and her whimpers sent blood straight to my cock.
I swept my gaze over the blacks and grays of the room, trying to focus on anything but what was happening in front of me. He had a walk-in closet with the door opened and another room with a closed door that was probably a bathroom.
The only thing that stuck out to me were the different flogs and whips hung on the wall.
Of fucking course.
“I want to feel you from the inside.” His shadows slipped under her clothes and tugged them off, and he shifted his weight to make room for them to end up on the floor.
“Damien, please!” She gasped in a voice of pure need.
My mouth went dry at the sight of her bare skin, and I seared her body and pleasure-carved face into my mind. Her lips were parted, and her eyes glazed over with desire. The up and down motion of her chest as she breathed brought attention to her breasts. They were round with pink hardened peaks.
Damien had gotten undressed sometime while I was ogling our mate, and with one rock of his hips, he entered her.
Her head fell back as her moans filled the room, and I stumbled back against the door frame, a shot of pain rolling through my shoulder.
My skin was on fire, and I’d released so many pheromones in the room that even I was choking up.
I didn’t even think about the fact that Wren probably was so doped up on pheromones, she was just trying to catch her release. She didn’t even register that I was here, watching Damien fuck her into the mattress as his shadows stimulated every other part of her.
Fuck.
I turned and slammed the door behind me, forcing my legs to carry me down the hallway. The hard rock absorbed the sound of my shoes. How had I not noticed I was doing that? It wasn’t the first time I’d lost control of my pheromones around Wren, and that was enough of a reason to keep my distance.
