I frowned. “Yes, I know that. But why are we going to the basement through the library? Why don't you just shadow-travel us like usual? You never go the long way.”
We were heading to Norman’s laboratory so Damien couldtorturethe human specimens captured from the attack. Evidently, Norman had found that the humans rigged a tourmalyke crystal within their bionic heart. Damien was the only one willing to torture them without his powers, and Norman knew that.
“Because I want to play with you.”
His shadows began to coil around my legs and waist as we walked down an aisle of books that led to the stairwell to the basement.
The icy feel of his shadow tendrils slipped up my shirt as we approached the small nook.
“Play with me?There are people in the library!” My voice raised an octave as Damien turned me around and pushed my face into the table as his shadows shrouded us in a black veil.
“My shadows will cover us, but I'm not making them soundproof. So you’ll just have to be quiet for me,” he murmured, his chest against my back as he whispered into my ear. His hand planted on the back of my head, keeping my cheek firmly pressed against the wooden table.
“Fates,” I hissed out as pheromones spilled from me.
I heard the zipper of his pants just before he filled me in one strong thrust of his hips. “Fuck, little bird. I’m so glad I’ve taken all of your panties. This is so much easier.”
A strangled gasp tore out of me.
“Shh, little bird. Remember, anyone can hear you.” His tendrils wrapped around my ankles, forcing my legs further apart so he could have better access. His fingers twisted in my hair as he started to buck his hips. “Good girl, take me nice and deep.”
The moans built in my throat, burning as I refused to make any noise except for a low mewl.
He swatted my butt before massaging the sting, and I bit down on my lip until blood welled up. Stroking in and out, he moved his hands and clasped them both on my hips, sending me reeling as he thrust harder.
The wetness hit my ears as he drilled into me, and I knew others could hear it, but caring was the last thing on my mind.
“So wet for me,” he whispered in a husky tone. “And you’re squeezing me so good.”
The buzz of heat rippled and burst through my muscles as I clenched down on him more. A shattering cry tore through my throat as I was unable to hold it back.
Damien drove into me with a fierceness that only he could provide, and he came inside of me with his own roar of pleasure.
“That’s okay, little bird, you tried so hard to stay quiet, but I made you scream anyway. Huh? You’re such a good girl for me.” He slipped out of me, and I felt some drip down my thighs as he picked me up, turned me around, and sat me on the table.
“I’m sorry for—”
Taking my mouth with his, he massaged my tongue against his as he moaned. “I know I told you to be quiet, but that was the hottest unable to be contained moan I've ever heard come past your lips.”
“Damien…” My body buzzed with aftershocks as I pushed myself closer. “Where have you taken my panties?”
He grazed a hand up my shirt and gripped my bare breast. “They’re mine now.”
“But why?”
“I love it when there's nothing stopping me from fucking you.”
“Oh.” My face heated. “But, um, I'm…You'redripping down my thighs.” I squirmed as I sat on the table.
“Good. I want everybody to know what we just did.”
“They’ll be able to smell it anyway,” I muttered. “Please…”
He pouted, his eyes widening as if trying to convince me, but he sighed. “Fine… only because you let me fuck you in the library.” Damien moved his fingers in a downward motion before his seed slipped out of me and into a nearby trash can in a quick motion.
My mouth fell open. “I didn't know you could do that.”
He helped me down off the table and uncovered us by dissipating his shadows. Quite a few students glanced our way with red faces before turning away.
