Chapter 203: Sex in the dining room

AYLA

Damon’s thumb kept tracing slow, lazy circles on the inside of my palm, and every pass sent a fresh wave of heat straight between my legs.

I could feel my pulse hammering in my throat, and the longer he looked at me with those eyes, the harder it became to think straight.

I swallowed.

"Damon..."

"Come on," he cut in. "I know there’s something you want from me. Tell me what it is. Whatever it is, I will do it to you."

My mind flashed back to that old conversation with Astrid where she had heard about what Damon did with his tongue... the way he could have a woman bent over and broken apart and begging before she even knew what was happening to her.

The thought alone made my thighs press together.

How was I supposed to say it out loud?

I had already lost every scrap of bravery I had earlier. Now I was just a shaking mess...

"Don’t overthink it, Ayla," Damon murmured. "No one is here. This is just between you and me."

I shook my head at him, the words would not come.

"Show me then?" he said.

His eyes were pleading, desperate. I watched his throat work as he swallowed, and I knew with a certainty that made my stomach flip that his mouth was watering.

I pushed my chair back and stood.

Disappointment flickered across his face.

He thought I was leaving.

I walked to the side of the long dining table instead, and bent forward until my chest met the polished wood. My hands shook as I reached back and pulled my dress up, bunching it around my waist until my bare ass was completely exposed to the cool air of the room.

Damon went completely silent.

My heart was pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it.

"I want you to fuck me," I whispered, my voice trembling.

I turned to face him. "With your tongue."

If it was possible for a man’s eyes to darken visibly, Damon’s did.

He did not rise to his feet.

He crawled across the floor, on his hands and knees until he was right behind my bent body.

His hands came up and traced the backs of my legs, sliding higher until his fingers brushed the underside of my ass.

I shivered, gripping the bunched fabric of my dress tighter.

His warm breath ghosted over my center. My core clenched in anticipation when his hands gripped my hips and he buried his face between my legs, taking a long deep inhale.

The first drag of his tongue against my clit was slow.

I gasped, my forehead pressing harder against the table as he did it again, slower this time, savoring every inch of me like he was starving.

His tongue was hot and wet, and every stroke made my knees threaten to buckle.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he groaned against me, the vibration of his voice sending sparks through my core.

His hands spread my ass wider, opening me up completely for his mouth. He licked me again, this time focusing on my clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it between his lips.

I moaned, my hips jerking back against his face, chasing more of that perfect pressure.

Damon groaned like he loved it, like he wanted me to use him. He sucked harder, then flicked his tongue rapidly over the swollen bud until my thighs started shaking.

"Oh goddess," I gasped, my voice breaking. "Damon...fuck..."

He pulled his mouth away just long enough to speak.

"That’s it, princess. Tell me how good my tongue feels on your..."

"It feels so good," I whimpered, pushing back against his face again. "Don’t stop, please don’t stop..."

He parted me with his thumbs, opened me up to him and then his tongue pushed inside me.

I cried out, my hips bucking as I tried to get away but his hands held me still, open while his tongue plunged into me again and again, fucking me the way I had asked him to.

My legs trembled so hard I thought they would give out.

The wet sounds of his mouth on me were obscene, echoing off the walls along with my desperate moans. His nose pressed against my clit with every thrust of his tongue, and the dual sensation was almost too much.

Damon’s free hand gripped my hip hard, holding me steady as he devoured me.

"Please." The word tore out of me. "Please, Damon..."

"Please what? Tell me what you want, and I will give it to you. I told you that."

"You know what I want..."

"I want to hear you say it."

I was going to die. I was going to die on this table, in this dining room, with the morning light falling across my bare and I would die happy.

"Your fingers," I breathed. "I want your fingers inside me. Please. I want you to fuck me with your fingers while you eat me out until I cannot remember my own name."

The sound he made was almost feral and then he gave me what I asked for.

Two fingers, sliding into me in one smooth, relentless push.

The stretch was perfect, and I clenched around him immediately. He curled those fingers just right, finding that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids, while his tongue kept working my clit in relentless circles.

He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue again, pushing it as deep as it would go while his thumb took over on my clit, rubbing in tight, fast circles.

I could feel myself getting wetter, my arousal dripping down my thighs, and Damon chased every drop with his tongue like he couldn’t get enough.

"Fuck, you are so wet for me," he growled. "You are dripping all over my face. You love this, don’t you? Being bent over and eaten out like a good girl?"

"Yes," I sobbed, my voice barely recognizable. "Yes, yes..."

He groaned and dove back in, sucking my clit hard while two fingers thrust back inside me, curling and pumping all at once.

I began to feel pressure coiling at the base of my spine, spreading through my belly, down my thighs, up into my chest until I could not breathe.

"Damon, I am close..." I gasped.

Damon did not stop, he continued doing what he was doing at the same pace until the

My back arched and my fingers clawed the table so hard.

Wave after wave, pulsing through me, wringing me out, and Damon lapped up every bit of it.

I would have collapsed if Damon hadn’t caught me, pulling me back against his chest as he sat on the floor with me cradled in his lap.

My dress was still bunched around my waist, my thighs sticky with my own release, and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass through his pants.

He kissed the side of my neck. "You okay?"

I nodded, still trying to find words. My body felt liquid, boneless, completely wrung out. "That was..." I started, then laughed breathlessly.

Damon chuckled against my skin, his arms tightening around me.

"I told you, princess." He traced a finger down my cheek, along my jaw and to my lips. "Your wish is my command."

Eventually Damon helped me stand on shaky legs, smoothing my dress back down with gentle hands.

He walked me back to my room in comfortable silence, his hand brushing mine every few steps.

When we reached my door, he turned to face me, a half-smile playing at his lips.

"I would love to take you somewhere if you are up for it." he said.

"Where?" I asked, already feeling the flutter of anticipation in my chest.

"It is a surprise." his eyes sparkled with mischief. "Tonight, if you want."

I didn’t even need to think about it. "Okay. Tonight."

Damon’s gaze dropped to my mouth.

"Next time," he said quietly, pressing a kiss to my forehead, "I want to be inside you when you come like that."

Heat flooded my cheeks and I looked a way.

"See you tonight," he murmured, and walking away.

I pushed open my door and stepped inside, still touching my lips with my fingertips.

The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I froze.

Amara was standing in the middle of my room, her arms crossed, watching me with that unreadable expression she always wore.

How did she even get in? Had she heard everything?

"Amara, I was not expecting you."

"We need to resume your training."

I sighed, "Amara, I’m..."

"Not ready?" she completed for me. "You seem to be forgetting everything that has happened and what is to come."

"What do you mean, what is to come?" I asked.

"The Alpha council, Ayla... remember that."

A sharp pain lanced through my temples, and my vision swam.

I staggered backward, one hand flying to my head as the pounding intensified, each heartbeat sending fresh waves of agony through my skull.

I began taking deep breaths, willing the dizziness away.

When I could finally open my eyes, I was sitting cross-legged on my bed.

I blinked, disoriented.

Amara was nowhere in sight and I had no memory of moving to the bed or even sitting down.

My hands trembled as I pressed them to my temples. What the hell was happening to me?