Amara's POVThe past week had been the best. Damien had been so sweet, so open, I could feel myself being prioritized. He said he was going to create a safe space for me, but he was the safe space. The only time he wasn't as gentle with me was when he was pounding me in bed. I had easily become addicted.But as much as I tried to make myself happy, one thing was missing. I fucking missed my restaurant. Now I was beginning to think clearer, and I now saw how stupid of me it was to sell it off. Waking up daily with nothing to do made me restless. No goals for the day, no customers to serve, no achievements to look up to. It made me nuts.I wake up in the mornings, finding myself in the kitchen cooking for the pack house. I was pretty sure that the kitchen Omegas were feeling blessed by my presence, because I had almost taken over the kitchen out of pure frustration.I would plan the meals, go grocery shopping, cook and serve. It helped, but it wasn't as satisfying. This was just like co
Damien's POVWhen Amara was back in my room, I pinned her to the wall, claiming her lips with a punishing kind of passion that left no room for doubt—she was mine. When I finally pulled back, her breathing was ragged, her cheeks flushed.She raised a brow at me, lips still swollen. "How long have you been so down bad for me?" She asked, throwing air quotes, dramatically mimicking Carrie's words.I huffed out a laugh, even as something tightened in my chest. I leaned in, resting my forehead against hers, breathing in the scent of her skin, warm and faintly floral.How long?"I don't think I know the answer to that question." I answered honestly. When we were Teenagers? Children? Since her presence became my favorite place?I pulled back a little just so she would see the truth in my eyes. "I don't remember a time when I was not in love with you, Amara."Her breath caught.She blinked. Once. Twice. Then she placed her hands on my chest and pushed me back slightly as if she needed space
Amara's POVDamien and I decided to have breakfast with everyone, so we walked down together. I was hyper aware of his presence, every movement, every breath, the way his hand brushed against mine occasionally like he wanted to hold it but wasn't sure if he should. That made me smile. For someone who was buried in me and ruining my insides last night, he was surely thinking too much.I reached out to take his hand, and the smile that he gave me was wide enough to melt any heart. I could get used to this. But I let go in an instant when I got to the table and saw that it was already surrounded. Damien let out a laugh.He pulled out a chair beside his, and only after I had taken my seat that he sat. It didn't help that I blushed so easily."Good moooorning." Jamie's voice made me want to hide under the table."I was going to ask how your night went, but I can already tell that it was good." Carrie teased. Of course she would. That's why she was mated to Jamie. They fit perfectly. " Expl
Damien's POVThe next morning was pure bliss. Waking up with Amara next to me was euphoria. I almost could not believe that she was here, that she was mine. After all these years, she was mine now.I felt guilty with that thought. It made me feel like I was waiting for Jared to die, just so I could take his place.I hadn't. Jared was one of mine— good man, loyal, caring and kind. I had wanted to hate him at a time, but I just couldn't. He didn't give me any reason to.That gave me a bit of insecurity. Amara had been properly loved, and a part of me was scared that I might not be able to fill that gap. But I intend to give it my all.Dispelling all the heavy thoughts, I turned to admire the beautiful woman lying beside me, and she chose that moment to open her eyes. Our gaze locked, and my heart did the stupid thing it always did in her presence.I remembered how dazed those eyes had been last night. So wide sometimes when I gave her an unexpected stroke, half closed when the rhythm wa
Amara's POV Damien claimed my mouth with a passion that knocked the air out of my lungs. My hands flew to his hair, and I threaded my fingers through the still damp strands. I pulled him further, desperate to have him even closer. He parted my legs as he positioned himself in between. I could already feel his thick length pressing down on me. This felt forbidden and holy at the same time. The wave of guilt came again, reminding me of all the reasons I should not be indulging in this. But it didn't feel right to stop either. I didn't want him to stop. My desire to have him surpassed my guilt. I would beg for it if he does not spread me open and fuck me the way I wanted right now. And that, he did. Grabbing my thighs, he parted them wide, his cock teasing my entrance. "Amara." His voice was a strained groan as he whispered my name. "Last chance. Tell me to stop now." I didn't say a word. I reached down, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him to me. That was eno
Damien 's POV I left my door unlocked that night, but I had no assurance that she would come. She didn't give me a definitive answer. I didn't count that as a step back, because I had not expected that I would be kissing and touching her this soon. Amara was fucking perfect. The image of her, almost naked before me did something to me. More than just lust, she had trusted me, opened up to me in a way I knew was very difficult for her. And I would make sure she never had a reason to regret it. Gods, the way she moved underneath me, the way she fucking cried out my name as she let go. That sound, it had settled deep in my mind, a memory I would hold on to forever, whether she came tonight or not. I closed my eyes tight, feeling my erection take form again even under the cold shower. I had not been able to calm myself since I saw that pink pussy, since she let me touch her. I was in lust overdrive that even the cold water didn't seem to be very effective tonight. I stayed in the sho