I knew something was wrong. I knew it the moment Damien's eyes scanned the neighborhood when we went out. When he kept looking in the rearview mirror when we drove. He was completely on guard and I knew that it had something to do with the message that was on his door a few days ago. We hadn't gone back there, preferring to stay at mine.
"Stop stressing Hanna," Damien said in a reassuring voice, "Nothing's wrong. I just got some information on an escaped convict from the Lake Territory."
"Are you sure?" I asked, not believing him.
He turned his eyes towards me just for a second, before looking back at the road. "Yes Hanna, don't stress it."
"If you say so," I mumbled, showing him that I didn't believe him.
"Wait," Damien said as I was opening the door of the car, "I'll get it."
I narrowed my eyes at him, but nonetheless, waited. He opened the door and I saw his eyes scan the area again, adding to my suspicions.
"I'll pick you up at five?" Damien asked, kissing me. I kissed him back, tangling my hands in his hair. His lips left mine and I pouted. He laughed and kissed the tip of my nose.
"We should have stayed at home and tried on the new lingerie I bought," I mumbled. He raised his eyebrows. I continued, in way of explanation. "I ordered some online last week. I got it yesterday."
He groaned, "Why didn't you tell me?"
I smirked, "I was going to surprise you." I pecked his cheek as I started to walk away. "Think about me wearing a sexy red piece for you."
He groaned and said in my head, "Tease."
I laughed as I walked into the building. I saw some of my colleagues in the elevator. Some of the women gave me dirty and snotty looks and I took the stairs.
I walked up the five floors easily, my werewolf genes making it seem like a cake walk. Kyle grinned at me as I walked by his desk, and I smiled back at him. I started on work, anticipating Damien's reaction when he saw me this evening.
"Hey, you want to join us for lunch?" Kyle asked, making me look up in surprise.
"It’s lunch already?" I asked and the amusement on his face made me realize how stupid my question was. He raised his eyebrows, still waiting for an answer.
"No thanks," I said, getting up and taking my purse, "I am going to surprise Damien."
"Damien?" Kyle frowned.
I forgot he didn't know. "My husband," I grinned and he gawked at me.
"When did you get married? I thought you were going out with the dickhead."
"I broke up with Rick. Damien and I got married about two weeks ago." I smiled.
"How long have you two known each other?" Kyle asked, looking baffled.
"Not that long," I admitted, but added before he could say anything, "But it felt right you know? Like when you know when someone is the one for you?"
"You are absolutely in love with him, aren't you?" Kyle asked and I nodded. He grinned and I quickly said bye to him and walked down. I hailed a cab to his office, literally counting down the minutes before I could see him.
On the way, I picked up casserole and coke from a cafe, knowing how much Damien liked it. I walked into his office and this time there was fear in his secretary's eyes when she saw me.
"Is Damien in?" I asked her, already knowing the answer. I could smell him till here.
"Yes ma'am," she nodded, the girl I saw one month ago gone. I nodded and walked to Damien's office, aware that there was a spring in my step and a huge grin on my face. I paused at the door when I noticed someone with Damien.
"Whoever it is, is playing a very smart game Alpha. He knows exactly what he's doing. And by the looks of it, he has expected every one of our moves. I suggest--"
Damien cut him off, "Hanna."
My eyes snapped up and met his, a blush forming on my cheeks as I realized that I was caught eavesdropping. I gave him a small, guilty smile, "I brought lunch, but if you're busy..."
"No, it’s okay," he smiled at me. "Thank you Titus."
The man, Titus got up and shook Damien's hand. He turned around and his eyes widened in surprise. "Alpha Female," he greeted.
"Hanna, please."
He smile before walking out, merely nodding. I instantly knew that he was one of the warriors. They hardly showed surprise and let their emotions play out. There were cold and composed. I walked in and locked the door behind me.
"What happened?" I asked and Damien gave me a blank look. I narrowed my eyes at him, "Don't play dumb Damien. I heard what the warrior said. Is it about the convict?"
Damien let out a sigh and it was as if his entire body had relaxed. "Yes." He got up and walked to me, pulling me into his arms.
"Bags," I gasped, and Damien quickly took the bags out of my hand and put them on the table. He kissed me and felt a certain desperation and frustration in the kiss. He pulled me closer to him, not even breathing space in between our bodies.
I gasped as he thrust his tongue into my mouth, as if fucking me with it. His talented tongue continued making me feel extremely pleasant and I moved my hands and held his arms. I moaned into his mouth, making him growl.
He suddenly pushed me back and I leaned back, holding the doorknob. I was spent with just one kiss. He smirked at me. Then he looked at the boxes.
"Look inside," I insisted, making him smile in amusement. He looked inside the box, his eyes lighting up when he saw the casserole. He pulled me and we sat down on the couch. We ate straight from the box, sipping the coke in silence. None of us said anything, we didn't have to. The silence between us was comfortable, both of us lost in our thoughts.
"Damien?" I asked.
"Mmh?" he asked, not looking up from his food.
"Did you find that person who wrote that on your door?" I asked, making him look up with surprise. The look on his face told me the answer. I didn't gave to hear it from him. He still hadn't found that person.
"I will find him." Damien assured me, knowing that I already knew the answer. I merely and nodded and watched him eat. My stomach was full of butterflies and I was waiting for him to finish. Halfway through, Damien realized that I wasn't eating and he raised an eyebrow at me.
"I'm not hungry," I muttered, making him frown.
"Hanna."
"Are you done?" I asked, ignoring him. He gave me a look, but nodded. "I have a surprise for you," I smirked, getting off the couch. "Promise that you won't move."
"I won't move," Damien said and I caught the curiosity in his voice. I kept my gaze on him and started unbuttoning my blouse. His eyes widened. I let it drop to the floor and Damien stared at me with absolute lust in his eyes. I had on a sexy lacy bra which enhanced my pale color and brought out my breasts.
I unzipped my skirt really slowly, making him groan. He growled when the skirt pooled around my legs. My lacy underwear, the garter belt and the stockings having the desired effect on him.
"You like?" I asked, skimming my hands down my body.
"I love it," Damien groaned. He got up and before I could process what was happening, I was against the wall. "But I like it better off you," He muttered and I moaned.
He moved back and tore my bra, making me gasp. He did the same with my panties and I glared at him. "You could have just asked me to take them off," I snapped and he grinned at me.
"But I prefer tearing them off you."
I almost died and went to heaven. Wetness pooled in between my legs. He grinned at me before taking my nipple in his mouth. I moaned as he sucked in it, his warm tongue massaging it.
"Damien," I moaned, gasping when he bit it. He moved his attention to my other nipple and I moaned loudly.
"You're so wet baby," Damien moaned appreciatively. "Do you want me to fuck you Hanna?"
"Oh... Yes!" I moaned.
"Against my desk?" he asked, in a soft and seductive voice. He was going to be the death of me.
"Yes," I moaned, slipping my hands into his pants. He groaned and I started to stroke him. Just as I got faster, he ripped my hand off his cock and lifted me up. He put me against the desk and stripped off his clothes.
He entered me in one hard, long thrust that had me writhing and moaning on his desk. He pounded into me fast, and I could feel my orgasm building up. So close... But so far.
"Do you like my cock in your pussy baby?" he smirked, as he continued to take me to pound town. I nodded. He frowned and his hand came down on my nipple.
"Yes!" I gasped, "I love your cock in my pussy!"
"You’re so tight baby," Damien groaned, "Your pussy is clamping so hard on my cock. Are you going to cum for me Hanna?"
"Yes, oh god... Yes!" I shouted as an orgasm ripped through me. Damien groaned and cursed as he came, emptying himself in me.
I leaned against his chest, completely spent. He kissed my hair, making me smile. He could be so caring and yet so dominant. I loved that about him. But I still had something to do. To get.
I looked up at him, "I want you to spank me."
His eyes widened and his hands loosened on me. "What?"
"Spank me Alpha," I said seductively.
"How many?" Damien asked, his voice soft and surprised. I shrugged. He pulled back and stared at me in dominant mode. "Lie on your front on the desk and push your ass out."
I did as he asked, my pussy incredibly wet. He massaged my ass, making me moan. "Damien," I whispered.
His hand came down on my ass and I gasped loudly. This was so much more than those punishment spanks. This was so erotic. He spanked me again and I moaned loudly. He fingered my pussy, who wept even more at the intrusion.
"You are so wet Hanna," Damien murmured, "Does spanking turn you on baby?"
I nodded and he spanked me again. Harder this time. "Yes!" I shouted, just as he spanked me again. He continued to spank me and I moaned, my pussy weeping.
Suddenly the spanking stopped and just as I was about to turn around and ask him why, he slammed his hard cock into me. I moaned and tightened my pussy walls on him making him groan. He spanked me every time he thrust into me, making the sensation threefold.
"I'm going to come!" I shouted.
"Cum Hanna!" Damien growled and like a slave to him, I came. And I came so gloriously. I moaned and shouted my release, setting him off as well. He laid on my back, both of us staying like that for some time.
"I have to go back to office," I groaned. Damien's hands tightened on me.
"No. Not without underwear."
"And whose fault would that be?" I muttered, knowing he could hear me.
I could hear him grin. "Let's go home baby, tell the office that you had something bad at lunch."
"But I just went back to work!" I protested.
"One day," Damien said, getting off me. I turned around and glared at him. He gave me that lost puppy look, which always reeled me in. I sighed and he grinned.
We got dressed in silence. He handed me his jacket and I raised an eyebrow. "I don't want anyone to see you without a bra."
I rolled my eyes. "I have gone braless a lot of times. It’s not that big of a deal."
"Humor me," he muttered. I shrugged on the jacket, thinking about how unreasonable he was being. We walked out and on our way home, I called the office. I got my leave with a warning, making Damien laugh.
Just as I was about to walk inside the house, something came under my shoes. I looked down to see a piece of paper. I picked it up. My name was scrawled outside. I opened it.
DID YOU THINK I FORGOT YOU SWEET HANNA? I AM COMING FOR YOU. SAY YOUR GOODBYES TO YOUR 'MATE'.
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