The Possessive Alpha Chapter 122

ELLE POV 

Damon hovers above me, staring into my eyes, his hand caressing my cheek, the nerves of this moment rising into my throat, and it's like he can tell. He leans his forehead against mine, the electricity buzzing while the sparks run rampant along my skin in ways it never has. "We don't have to do this if you're not ready, Elle. I love you and will wait as long as needed for you to be comfortable." 

"I love you too, but I won't lie," I say, my mouth slightly dry, "I am a little nervous, but I know you would never hurt me." I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer as my lips meet his, mixing while the rest of the world disappears. A primal growl reverberates through his chest as I nip his lower lip, my tongue demanding entrance as they swirl together, giving way to Damon's demand for control. 

Without removing his lips from my body, he moves them along my jaw, causing a small sigh to leave me, the smell of my desire so heavy in the room you could practically taste it. Nibbling on my ear throaty moan bubbles within me, my hands gripping his shoulder, attempting to pull him closer as my hips rise involuntarily, the wetness already pooling between my thighs. 

Damon's hand grabs my hip, running his thumb along the skin right above the top of my pajama bottoms, my entire shivering at the skin-to-skin contact. Lifting my shirt higher, I feel his hands dance along my stomach, causing me to buzz higher than before. Rolling off of me, Damon tugs on my shirt while his raw voice full of lust fills my ears, "take it off, princess. Let me see the amazing body the Goddess created for me alone."

The way his eyes stare me down like I am the first meal a starving man has seen in months has my self-confidence soaring as I lift the shirt above my head, letting my red hair fall against my smooth back. Damon's attention remains on me as I lean over to kiss him, gently pushing him against the bed as I climb on top of him, my legs straddling his hips. I am not trying to think about my actions, letting my instinct guide me. 

As I lower my hips onto him, I notice the hard cock pressing into me, setting my body on fire as my lips mingle with his, his large palms resting against my hips, pulling me into him. The friction he is creating by pushing me back and forth has me so lost in the sensation I don't notice as Damon flips me over onto my back. Before I can react, he has my wrists locked in his hands as he lifts them above my head, his eyes appreciating my body. His eyes became pits of desire as he takes in every curve of my body like its own playground. 

His teeth nip at my marking spot, driving me insane, as a moan leaves me, my eyes rolling back into my head, the euphoria nearly overwhelming. If it's this intense with lip nip, what will it be like when his fangs finally sink into his collarbone? I can feel Damon smiling against my skin, clearly enjoying how I react to his every touch, kiss, and caress as he moves further down my body. 

A possessive growl escapes his chest as his lips close around my nipple, pulling the bud in between his teeth while his tongue flicks against it turning me into a puddle of jelly in the bed. My breathing increases as small, breathless moans escape. Pulling away, a needy whimper leaves me at the absence of his touch. 

A devilish chuckle rumbles in the air as his mouth hovers above the other nipple, gently blowing on it, clearly enjoying watching me squirm underneath him. Repositioning himself above me, he puts his thigh in between mine, pressing into my core, and the pressure from the contact has me on the verge of exploding in frustration. 

Moving again, Damon places himself between my thighs, pressing his hard cock against me, sending my cravings into overdrive. Bringing his lips against mine once more, frolicking together in unbearable need and want for the other person. A desire so primal we couldn't avoid it even if we wanted to. 

Surprisingly the longer we wait, the more nerves disappear as I become more comfortable. As if he can tell I am more relaxed, Damon scoots away before hooking his hands into the waistband of my pants as he tugs them lower. Both his eyes are pitch black as he sniffs the air, my lust hitting him like a bulldozer, and I can tell he is itching to dive in, but he shows incredible self-preservation as my hands run along his naked chest. 

A sigh leaves him as my fingers trace the lines of his abs. Sitting up, I place gentle kisses along his pecs, enjoying the shiver that runs along his spine. I pull his face into mine, demanding more, he has barely touched me, but my cravings are becoming unbearable as I wait for more. 

"Patience," Damon remarks, tugging on my chin so I can look him in the eye, "patience, Elle. I want to enjoy every inch of my Luna for as long as possible." He kisses my lips lightly while a growl of frustration escapes me causing him to chuckle. Leaning close to me, he whispers in my ear, his warm breath against my cool skin, as he whispers to me, "Patience is a virtue, Biscuit, and patient women get rewarded." 

My eyes meet his at the mention of a reward, his eyes sparkling with mischief, clearly enjoying my impatience as another tremble tears through my body. "Must you enjoy torturing me?" I ask him through gritted teeth, my sexual frustration wreaking mayhem within my body. 

Leaning down to peck my lips, he looks at me, the naughtiness of his thoughts written clearly on his face. "Oh yes, I must," he says, between little pecks, "and I am really going to enjoy torturing you for the rest of our lives together, but the reward will be so worth it." 

Staring at his chest, all I can think is running my tongue down his abs. Within the blink of an eye, I use his tricks against him, flipping him onto his back and sitting on his hips as I hold down his hands above his head. Before he can protest, I crash my lips onto his, making my need known through the urgency my lips move against his. 

Pressing my hips into his, I start grinding slowly as a growl runs through Damon; the way his chest rumbles tickles my erect nipples sending me into overdrive, my body moving of its own accord. Removing my mouth from his, I try catching my breath while peppering his jaw with soft nibbles and licks. Returning the favor, I nip his marking spot with a little more pressure than him. His hips buck into mine as he growls my name, causing a surge of wetness, my entire body buzzing with the intoxication of his body against mine. 

Enjoying the control, knowing he could take it back at any moment, I lift my body, placing my nipple against his lip. Damon doesn't need more than that simple action to take the bud into mine; as my head tilts back, I moan his name, my hips moving against his hard cock. 

My hands loosen their hold as I reposition myself giving him the other breast to lick and suck while I purr with need, my toes curling as the pressure starts building in my pussy. With a desperate growl, Damon has thrown me back onto the bed as he kneels in front of me, his breathing heavy. 

I see his claws elongate as he tears away my bottoms with ease, leaving me topless and in my underwear, his eyes going wild as the full force of my desire hits his nostrils. I can't help the teasing words that escape as I stare at him in wonder, "who is the impatient one now?" I ask as his eyes snap to mine, seeing the disobedience in my eyes. 

Smirking, he lowers himself next to my ear, "I think you want to be punished by your Alpha," he whispers in my ear as his fingers run along my stomach, right above the waist of my panties, hips raising silently begging for him to sink himself into me. I can't respond to anything he says, my mind in a haze as he continues with his assault on my senses. 

"But that's not going to happen tonight," he says, fingers sneaking inside, caressing the skin there but still far away from where I want him to be. "No, I'll just tack on a punishment next time." I don't know why the thought of being punished makes me so excited, a frustrated growl leaving my lips as his hand inches forward but is still miles away. 

No longer able to wait, I push on his hand, forcing him lower as his fingers graze against my soaking-wet folds, and that's all it took for Damon to give in. His fingers against my clit, a groan leaving his lips, "so wet and swollen for me already." Without warning, two fingers thrust inside, momentarily shocking me as I still, Damon groaning through heavy breaths as he tries restraining himself. 

Pressing his thumb into my clit, I thank the goddess the rooms are soundproof; otherwise, the whole house might have heard my scream. Damon stares into my eyes as his fingers start their gentle strokes within me. The tension between us and within my own body has me screaming for some release.