Chapter Fourteen – Paranormal realm 12
Ahhh! Damon! I wasn't ready!" At least give him an ultimatum. Why so rush...
His protest died in his throat as Damon began to thrust upward. he could only bounce on him, falling back onto his length with every heavy strike. Each movement sent him deeper inside him, hitting places that made his vision blur.
"Ahh! Damon... ahh!" he moaned helplessly, his fingers digging into Damon's shoulders.
Suddenly, as Damon reached his peak and released his heat inside him, Rowan felt an explosion of warmth in her abdomen.
"Little mate, don't worry. The pain will disappear soon," Rowan whispered, his voice vibrating from the tremor of after release, finally sensing Rowan discomfort. He slowed his pace, making gentle circles on Rowan's waist with his palms, brushing the wet hair dur to heat away from his face with infinite tenderness.
Just as Rowan started to relax, the length that had softened inside him hardened again. He didn't pull out. Instead, he began to thrust again, the new wave of pleasure acting like a balm that numbed the aching energy in his veins.
His mind went hazy. His nails scratched his shoulders, leaving red marks, but he didn't seem to care.
In a daze of heat and pheromones, Rowan found himself turned over on his knees against the smooth surface of table. His shirt was bunched around his waist, leaving his backside exposed to the cool air of the room.
Alpha Damon leaned over her, licking the back of his neck and her spine like a devoted husband, grazing his neck with his teeth, wishing so desperately to sink his teeth in and mark him.
While Rowan felt a flash of shame, but the pleasure was too overwhelming to fight. Instead of pushing him away, he arched his back, thrusting his hips toward him in a silent plea for more.
Alpha Damon let out a low growl of satisfaction before his thick length pierced him from behind.
"Oh, my gosh, Damon!" she cried out, her voice echoing in the small room. He moved with a relentless rhythm, as if he intended to empty his entire stock into him.
"Hey big alpha... go easy on me," he thought, wanting to cry, but even these shameless tears refused to come out at the absurdity of his situation.
Just as Rowan was about to reach the peak of this chaotic "heat season," the universe decided he hadn't suffered enough embarrassment for one day.
The heavy thud of footsteps echoed against the floor.
Rowan's body went rigid. His eyes snapped toward the archway, and there stood a stranger with his canines out, looking at what was happening between him and Damon. he froze, his expression shifting from a hazy daze to the color of a ripe beetroot in approximately 0.5 seconds.
If there was a hole in the ground, he would have dived into it and stayed there until the next century.
Because here she was on her knees, shirt askew, being thoroughly "powered up" by one powerful and delectable alpha, while he stood there watching like he was enjoying a good show, and on the verge of going on a rampage.
Can someone please delete my existence? He thought hysterically. Is there an ' offline ' button for this world? Nyphrin? Anyone? Help me?
In a blind panic, he clumsily tried to pull away from Damon, pushing his shirt down to cover himself albeit not properly but as long as it could cover something, but there was one small big problem: Damon. The man was still attached to him like an iron to a magnet.
Damon paused for exactly one heartbeat when he saw the stranger, gave a curt nod of acknowledgment...as if they were just passing each other in a hallway, and then went right back to thrusting.
"Ahhh! Fuck you, fuck Damon! Show some decency!" he hissed, his voice cracking. "Have mercy on me!"
he tried to weakly push him away, but it was like trying to move Godzilla out of his territory. Damon didn't even blink. He was on a mission, and apparently, that mission involved zero privacy, he felt that there was no need to hide what he was doing, it was the stranger that needed to leave.
Rowan was so busy trying to die of shame that he completely missed the "Get out, can't you see I'm busy with my mate here"
Suddenly, the stranger moved. He didn't leave. He didn't turn around. Instead, he walked right up to him and stood in front of his face.
" Hello mate, although we met at a slightly inconvenient time, but I believe it's fate, nice to meet you, I'm Alpha Nicklaus Schulze of the Dark Crest park."
Rowan's mind went blank. Okay, cool. A second mate, Nyphrin! I need answers, what am I doing with Evelyn's mate. . .This is it. This is how I die. Death by awkwardness.
"Ahh...huh D. . .amon. . . Ni. . .kl" he wanted to say something, but with each thrust the word came out in a jumble, more like a moan as he was trying to seduce him. The sultry sound didn't belong to him, he swore.
Now this time, real tears appeared in his eyes from the sheer embarrassment and the deep desire in his bones, it felt as if this was meant to happen.
Nicklaus reached out, his cool fingers gently brushing against his lips, which he had been biting raw to stay quiet.
"It's okay, little mate," he said, his voice as smooth and calm as if they were having tea.
"Don't hide yourself from me, ever okay?"
Damon "I'll take care of you." thrust