“Nothing in this life is free. You want to stay here, there is a cost. Be grateful I didn’t ask for all of your pack’s females.”
She clenched her jaw, angry with him.
Finishing her food, she was determined to keep her strength up for the full moon. The pain she’d been experiencing since their escape was gone, and had been so under Damon’s watchful eye, which only made her even angrier. The son of a bitch shouldn’t have helped her. She didn’t want to be in his debt, and she certainly didn’t want to have any reason to like him.
Henry, his one and only butler who lived with him, came in to remove their plates once they finished.
“Goodnight,” she said, hoping to make the escape to her room.
“Wait,” Damon said.
She stood at the table and glared at him.
“Come here.”
“I’m not a dog.”
“Come here. Don’t make me repeat myself again.”
She wanted to argue with him, but instead, she stepped toward him until she stood beside his chair. “What?”
He gripped her waist and pulled her close so she stood between him and the table. Damon stood, leaving her no choice but to tilt her head back to look at him.
Stupid tall man. She hated him for his height.
Holly kept her hands at her sides as he went for the shirt she wore, slowly lifting it. The bruising was all gone and the cut at her side had healed. She’d already removed the stitches that morning as there was nothing to knit together.
With the food, rest, and medical care, her body had taken over the healing process.
His fingers touched her waist. “It’s good to see you’re all healed up.”
She pressed her lips together, refusing to give him an answer.
He chuckled. His face pressed against her neck, and she gasped. Inhaling deeply, the wolf within her liked him. She wanted to come out and play.
Holly closed her eyes as both of his hands lifted her and placed her on the tabletop. His fingers went to the button of her jeans, flicking the catch open. He’d sent Henry to get what few clothes she had. When they arrived, he’d been annoyed and ordered her some new ones.
He surprised her by getting the sizing perfect.
The zipper being pulled down echoed around the room, and with a moan, she couldn’t help but spread her legs as they were removed.
Damon threw them to the floor. His hands went to her thighs and spread them open.
He stared into her eyes. One of his hands grabbed the back of her neck and tilted her head to look at him. “I have been a very patient man.”
“A week isn’t a long time.”
“Says the woman whose cunt is soaking wet and desperate for me to fuck you.”
She clenched her teeth together, refusing to give in to him. Damon made her want to submit and fight him with equal measure. So long as he kept his mouth shut, he was more than tolerable. Damon kept on opening his mouth, and she didn’t know how to get him to shut up to make this easier.
“I hate you,” she said.
“You can hate me all you want, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting me.”
“I don’t want you.” The lie fell from her lips with ease.
“No?” He pressed a hand between her legs. The flimsy panties she wore were no match for him. He slid his fingers beneath the fabric with ease, and she gasped as he stroked along her slit.
Much to her embarrassment, he found her soaking wet. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she tried to contain her moans.
“You can try to hide this all you want, but we both know who you want.” He leaned in so close she expected him to kiss her.
He moved to her neck, flicking his tongue across her pulse. “Lie down.”
She wanted to argue with him, to put up more of a fight. Instead, she leaned back against the tabletop, intent on denying him everything.
“You can keep on glaring at me. I don’t mind.” He lifted her legs so they were on the edge of the table. His large hands were on the inside of her thighs, and when he touched the lips of her sex, she gasped as he spread her open.
His groan echoed around the large room and she stared at him, shocked as the hungry look he gave her sent an answering heat all the way through her body.
Slowly, he moved, getting closer to her pussy. She never expected him to lick from her entrance up to her clit, but that was exactly what he did, circling her bud before sliding back down. Each time he went near her opening, she expected him to penetrate her, but instead, he teased her. She reached out, holding on to the edge of the table.
He let go of her inner thighs and pussy lips to grasp her ass. Then his mouth was on her clit, drawing it between his teeth, nibbling on her. Each touch and stroke made her ache and moan for more. He drove her wild with each passing second.