Page 9 of Damon
A true mate gives you the feeling that your world is complete. You feel safe, like nothing in this world can touch you. And don’t get me started on their smell. The smell wraps you in a comforting hug, soothes you, and makes you happy.
His hand stops in the middle of my back. “I understand. I have waited for you for so long, Moon.” He kisses the back of my head, and I close my eyes and just breathe. I snuggle more deeply into his chest, and it’s taking everything in me not to rub my whole body against his so I can have his smell all overme. I want to kiss him and, unable to resist, I tilt my head back and look at him. His hand cups my jawbone, and his eyes search my face, settling on my lips.
I lick my lips, and he lowers his head and presses his lips against mine. My stomach flips all the way up to my chest. His lips are soft, so soft and full. He opens his mouth and I follow his lead, nerves and excitement making me shake. His thumb strokes my cheekbone as he moves his mouth, oh so gently and tenderly, against mine. My fingers find their way to his, and my other hand strokes his face, loving the feel of his jawbone moving. I get closer and deepen the kiss. He takes my cue and kisses me harder, our tongues meet, and lightning shoots through my whole body as I think of his tongue touching other parts of me.
A few minutes later, we break apart before it goes too far. I want nothing more than to have sex with him, but I want to know my mate better first. I want that connection that goes deeper than the physical level. Yes, I can sense how he feels, but I want to connect with him more as a person; the human side of me needs that.
He stretches out on the couch, with me lying against his chest. I close my eyes and savor the warmth coming off of him. “You’re so warm.” I try not to moan. He chuckles, his chest vibrating, and I smile before opening my eyes to stare at the TV.
We fall into a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s company. He never stops touching me, and his fingers run through my hair and down my arm. Touching is very important to shifters. I run my finger along his side, where hisshirt has ridden up enough to reveal a small patch of skin. Then I yawn and snuggle more deeply into his chest. I don’t want to get up, and my wolf doesn't want to be separated from her mate.
“Want to sleep in my bed? Just sleep, Moon. I am not sure I can close my eyes with you in another room.”
“I agree.”
He sits up with me in his arms, smiles, and stands up, lifting me with ease. I laugh as he all but runs with me up the stairs. I feel the same way. I want nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms, to be held. I have never even cuddled with a man before; he is going to be my first in every way, and I will be his. This is the main thing I love about being a shifter: we are made for one and only one person.
He steps into a large room. The bed is huge and made out of beautiful red wood, and it’s covered with a black blanket and a bunch of very comfortable-looking pillows. He sets me down gently on the bed, and I smile at his sweetness. He pulls back the blanket and I crawl into bed. “Other side, baby.” He motions to the side of the bed closest to the wall and furthest from the door. I smile at his protectiveness, and I scoot over and lie down on a soft pillow. His bed is to die for. He turns off the light, and I feel the bed dip slightly as he settles in next to me. My stomach turns because this is more intimate than lying on the couch.
“Come, Moon.” His large hands pull me to him until my head is lying on his chest.
“I feel so safe,” I whisper, barely making out his frame in the dark room.
“You are safe with me, Moon. I would die to protect you. I would do anything for you, mate.”
My poor heart. I smile widely and run my hand over his abs. “I will stand by your side, I will protect you as you would me. I will let you take the lead, as you are my apha, but I will stand by your side, as you are my mate, Pha,” I say softly, and I feel extreme happiness rolling off of him.
This is happiness.
“Good night, Moon.” He kisses the top of my head, breathing deeply.
“Good night, Damon.” I press a kiss to his chest.
I wake up the next morning with the best feeling ever: waking up in his arms, with his smell and his warmth. I stare at his sleeping face; he looks so peaceful. I softly touch his jawbone, feeling the tight skin over hard muscles.
There is a knock at the front door, and his eyes open—they are gold. His wolf didn't like waking up suddenly. I rub my thumb across his jawbone, and his eyes slowly lose the bright glow. “Good morning, mate.” He smiles. “I thought I dreamt of you, Moon—that you weren’t really here,” he says softly, leaning forward and kissing my forehead.
“I am here, in your bed.” I wink.
He laughs, wrapping his hand around my neck. “Not fully in my bed yet, mate,” he teases, and I laugh as someone knocks on the door again. I follow him to the front door, where I see my brother through the glass. Damon opens the door, stepping back to let my brother into the house. Maverick looks me up and down; then he gives us a nod of approval, knowing that I am fine. If I were being treated poorly, alpha or not, my brother would kick Damon’s ass. I would do the same thing if he had a mate who was being a bitch to him.
“Coyotes tried to sneak in the back entrance of the property, and they got the shock of their lives,” my brother tells us.
Stupid coyotes! Why can’t they mind their own business and leave everyone alone? They have always done dumb stuff like this, especially if you piss one of them off. It’s like the horde never ends.
“Add more guys to the patrol, we need to keep a better eye on these fuckers.” Damon growls. He seems to grow larger when he’s angry. I can feel it radiating off of him. I place my hand on his back. I can feel his tension through my hands, and I smile as he relaxes.
“Last night a coyote tried to grab your sister’s ass. I stopped him before he could touch her.” Damon becomes angry once again, but this time it’s much deeper. “Then they were out in the parking lot, waiting for us.” Damon fills him in on the rest of the details.
“We will have to watch the borders, and no one can leave alone until the coyotes are out of the picture,” Damon tells Maverick. He leaves and we are alone once again.
I agree 100 percent. Yeah, a coyote is not hard to take care of, but if you’re alone and there are a bunch of them, that is a different story.
My phone is vibrating in the bedroom I was meant to sleep in. I go upstairs and take it off the counter. It’s a text from Olive. They are an hour away. Excitement flows through me. “I am going to get dressed. Olive will be here soon,” I tell Damon, knowing he can hear me from downstairs.
I hurry and slip on some jeans and a shirt, and I run a brush through my hair. I need to make sure her house is perfect for her. I want her to be happy. I want her to have the life that she never got to have, as part of a pack, and I want her husbandto be a dominant male in the pack, like he is meant to be. I want her family to enjoy being surrounded by other people. Her kids never even got to play with other children, because they were outcasts. We don’t have any pups here, but that will eventually happen.
Damon is sitting at the bar, drinking coffee, already dressed in jeans and a black shirt. How did he beat me?
