Alpha Cravings

Chapter 11 Mating

Phoebe
I sensed eyes on me before I woke up. "Are you always so spooky in the morning, Tania?" I asked, my voice sounding muffled as I tried to force open my eyes.
As the sleep haze inside my head gradually departs, my sense of smell slowly returns. I must have been covered by one of Damon's blankets. That explains why I slept all night.
I get somewhat more comfortable and wriggle under his blanket before realising that I'm too comfortable for the theatre room's loveseat.
I sat up, hitting my head in the process. I groan and look around, astonished to find myself in Damon's bed beside a still sound, asleep Damon. Did I sleepwalk?
"No! Mate moved us," my wolf gleefully revealed to me as my mind raced with anticipation.
I became outraged. How could he bring me into his bed after warning me to stay away and avoid him? I furiously thought.
Doing the only reasonable thing under the circumstances, I lifted my legs and kicked him hard in his abdomen. Take that! You overgrown male chauvinist pig.
He goes flying through the air while his arms are flapping around like an angry bird. His legs remain sticking up in the air as he lands on the soft carpeted floor after hitting his head.
The anger that had quickly consumed me leaves as I burst out laughing, looking at a confused Damon.
"What did you do that for?" he questioned, his tone hesitant. While he rubbed at the back of his head.
I quickly noticed the softness and tenderness in his eyes. I started feeling guilty from booting him off his bed.
He stood up, maintaining that same affectionate look he had silently portrayed.
I didn't need a mirror to confirm that my expression mirrored his own. It was simple, I loved him deeply. The intensity of my feelings was so overwhelming that it hurt, and I didn't need any confirmation to know that. However, setting my emotions aside momentarily, I was still upset with him.
I gestured between the two of us and exclaimed, "This! Why am I in your room when you asked me to stay away?" I yelled, feeling confused and frustrated by his contradictory actions. I just wanted to punch him for confusing me even more.
He sighed and got up from the floor, slowly walking towards me on the bed. I nervously swallowed, unsure of what would happen next.
"Phoebe, I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. I went downstairs to the main kitchen late last night to make myself a coffee when I heard Jacob snoring. At first, I thought it was a bloody chainsaw," he started to explain himself before he gave me a mischievous smile.
I giggled, knowing all too well how loud Jacob snores. But I couldn't agree with Damon; a chainsaw was much quieter.
"Anyway, I went investigating to see you all sound asleep. And seeing you looking uncomfortable with your head at an awkward angle, I picked you up, intending to put you in your room. Once I got there, there were no bed covers on your bed, so I brought you here," he explained to me, sounding sincere.
He sat on the bed before me and took my hands, placing them between his own.
"Last night was my first full night's sleep since I discovered you were mine," he openly admitted while maintaining eye contact.
The intensity of longing in his smouldering eyes quickened my heartbeat, creating a powerful connection between us.
If only he knew how much I longed for him, the depth of my feelings would be undeniable.
He mischievously smiled at me with a twinkle in his eyes.
I couldn't help but think, what was he up to?
"I may have also left a little surprise for Jacob while I had the opportunity," he blurted before doubling over laughing.
A genuine smile graced my lips as his contagious behaviour caught up with me.
"What did you do to Jacob?" I raised my eyebrow, creasing my forehead.
He sat up straighter while reigning in his laughter, "I smeared Nutella on his hand and tickled his face with a feather," he confessed before he doubled over again in a loud fit of laughter.
Imagining the scene in my mind from his words, I couldn't stop my laughter as happy tears rolled down my cheeks.
"I wish I could have seen it," I gasped between my laughter while I clutched at my aching side.
He grinned widely at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"You can; I recorded it on my phone," he smirked.
I rubbed my hands together, eager to watch what type of art Jacob could create on his face with the Nutella from Damon's footage.
After grabbing his phone from the bedside table and jumping into bed beside me, he searched his phone for the media.
Not wanting to miss anything, I cuddled up beside him.
While I rested my head on his chest, I couldn't help the rush of thoughts that bombarded my mind on how I felt being so close to him. If only I could be like this with him forever.
Unconsciously, Damon wraps his free arm around me and hits play.
We both watch Jacobs's hit performance of smearing Nutella all over himself while Damon lightly tickles him with a large black feather.
I couldn't stop my laughter. I couldn't remember the last time I laughed like this, and it felt good.
"Oh my God, he is going to get you back for that if he ever finds out it was you," I laugh, looking up at his amused features, obviously proud of himself.
He softly smiled. "Will you protect me, Phoebe, like you used to?" he asked, gazing into my eyes with a serious expression.
I had a rush of emotion, wanting to do much more than protect him.
I held his gaze, licking over my suddenly dry lips as I lightly ran my fingers up and down his chest.
"Well, Mr Alpha, I guess I could if you're extremely nice to me and for a fee," I softly whispered to him.
He quickly leaned in and crashed his lips to mine.
I was in heaven! This kiss differed from the one in the elevator; this one was hungrier, one of pure need. The softness and hunger in his eyes as he kissed me rocked me to my core.
The only sounds heard were from our rapidly beating hearts and our breaths mingling as he kissed me.
Being apart for so long affected him the same way as me. I can't stay away from him anymore; I had to have him.
He moved me onto my back while still kissing me and laid on top of me, settling between my legs. His kiss was toe-curling, and I knew I wouldn't be able to stop.
Ella was doing excited laps in my head. I wrapped my arms around his body and let my hands roam his back under his t-shirt.
He huskily moaned into my mouth, "Is this payment enough?"
Breaking his kiss, I focused on the hungry look that was present in his eyes.
"No, I was only getting started," I encouraged in a whisper, crashing my lips to his once again.
His hand fell to my side, sliding under my top, gliding towards my breast. He rubbed his rigid member on my womanly folds; my pants were soaked as the sensation was so damn pleasurable.
My nails turned into claws as I scraped them down his back.
Damon's moans of pleasure encourage me to go on.
He kissed down my neck, biting, licking and sucking on the spot he should be marking me.
"Damon," I softly moaned, unsure why I sounded so needy.
He lifted his head, looking me in the eyes. "Do you trust me, my love?" he sounded serious.
Of course, I trusted him with my life, but unable to speak, I could only nod my head.
He lengthened his nails and tore my shirt straight down the middle; he unclipped my bra and moved his mouth to my left breast.
I was in heaven with the enjoyable sensations he was causing.
He swirled his tongue around my nipple; butterfly sensations were now swarming in my belly. Likewise, he moved to my next breast and took that nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking; I cried out at the pleasure he gave me; I'd never felt so alive.
He trails his mouth down my belly, sucking and nipping at my skin. Then, as he moves down to the bottom of the bed, he slowly kisses up on the inside of my left thigh.
As the intoxicating scent of our desire permeated the air, I held my breath in anticipation, wondering what his next move would be as his lips trailed up the thigh of my other leg.
Momentarily stopping, he raises his head. His eyes, dark and smouldering with lust, locked onto mine, igniting a fire within me. The intensity in his gaze spoke volumes, conveying his raw desire.
"You still trust me, Phoebe?" his voice full of passion sent shivers down my spine.
Again, I could only nod as a small flame of desire fully ignited.
He rips my soaking wet panties off and brings his mouth to my core.
I screamed out as it was the best thing I'd ever experienced.
He slides his tongue over my slit, and sucking and slurping noises are heard as he licks up my juices.
My breath catches in my throat. "Please don't stop, Damon, it feels so good," I breathlessly moan out as I tightly grasp the bed sheet in both hands at the pleasurable sensations he is creating.
"I couldn't even if I tried; you taste so bloody good," he huskily moaned.
He slowly entered a finger before his hot mouth again found my dripping core.
If I thought his tongue felt good, oh man, what he was doing simultaneously with his tongue and finger was even more pleasurable.
I let go of the bed sheet and grabbed his hair, not wanting him to escape from his current position; It felt too good. "Oh, Damon, I want, no.... I need, oh, I don't know what it is, but, oh my, you feel so good."
My belly was clenching; something was happening as he entered another finger. "Damon, please, I need..."
He stopped what he was doing and slowly moved back up my body. His lust filled eyes once again captured mine. "Are you sure, my sweetness?" he asked as he licked his lips clean.
"Yes!" I breathed before his lips claimed mine in a toe-curling kiss.
He slowly pushed his hardened member inside of me. He stops when I whimper in pain and gives me time to adjust to his size.
Once the pain subsides, I wrap my legs around his waist and start meeting him thrust for thrust.
The pleasure was so mind blowing that I couldn't stop the happy tears rolling down my face as that feeling was building again.
I clawed at his back. "Faster, go faster, harder," I screamed out, enjoying the new sensations he was creating from being inside of me.
All too soon, I felt waves upon waves of pleasure as I came undone around him, experiencing my first orgasm.
Then, before I knew what was happening, I felt my wolf surge forward as she sank her fangs into Damon's neck.