Imagine

Damien’s POV


Sonia lay back on the bed, her legs spread, her body on full display for me. Her smirk was teasing, her eyes dark with anticipation. She knew what I wanted—what I needed—and she was more than willing to give it to me.
I didn’t waste time. My belt hit the floor with a sharp clink, and I shoved my pants down, my cock already hard and aching. I crawled onto the bed, grabbing Sonia’s ankles and yanking her closer, making her gasp in surprise.
“You’re in a hurry tonight,” she purred, but I wasn’t in the mood for her teasing.
I wrapped my fingers around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. “Shut up,” I growled, watching her eyes widen with excitement.
Her lips parted, her breath hitching as I tightened my grip just a little more. “Yes, Master,” she whispered.
That sent a dark thrill through me. I released her throat and grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her stomach in one swift motion. She barely had time to brace herself before I yanked her up onto her knees, positioning her exactly how I wanted.
I ran a hand down her spine, feeling her shiver under my touch. “You’re wet already,” I noted darkly, dragging my fingers through her slick folds.
She whimpered, pressing back against me, silently begging for more.
But I wasn’t feeling generous tonight.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as I aligned myself with her entrance. “Beg for it,” I commanded.
She moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets. “Please, Master,” she gasped. “I need you.”
That was all I needed.
With one hard thrust, I slammed into her, making her cry out. I didn’t give her time to adjust—I didn’t want to. I set a brutal pace from the start, pounding into her relentlessly. The bed frame creaked beneath us, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
Sonia moaned loudly, her body rocking forward with every thrust, but I pulled her back against me, keeping her exactly where I wanted. My grip on her hips was bruising, my nails digging into her flesh as I took her hard and rough, just the way I needed.
“Who do you belong to?” I growled, yanking her head back again.
“You, Damien,” she panted, her voice breaking with pleasure. “Only you.”
I smirked darkly. “Damn right.”
I released her hair and pressed her chest down onto the mattress, driving deeper into her. My control was slipping, my wolf growling possessively as I fucked her like an animal.
She was screaming now, her body shuddering beneath me, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Not until I had taken everything I wanted from her.
And I wasn’t done yet.
Sonia’s body trembled beneath me, her moans filling the room as I drove into her relentlessly. But no matter how hard I took her, no matter how much she screamed my name, it wasn’t enough.
Because it wasn’t her.
I clenched my jaw, trying to push the thought away, but it was useless. My mind betrayed me, painting a different picture. It wasn’t Sonia’s dark hair spilling over her shoulders—it was Kira’s. It wasn’t Sonia’s moans filling my ears—it was Kira’s breathless whimpers, the way I knew she’d sound if I ever had her like this.
“Damien…” Sonia gasped, her voice breaking with pleasure as she arched her back, pressing against me. But for a moment, I didn’t hear Sonia. I heard Kira.
A violent need surged through me. I pulled out of her suddenly, making her whimper at the loss. Before she could protest, I flipped onto my back and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her over me.
“Ride me,” I ordered, my voice rough with need.
Sonia grinned, straddling me eagerly. She reached down, positioning herself before sinking onto my cock with a moan. Her head fell back, her nails digging into my chest as she took me deep.
I gritted my teeth, my hands gripping her hips tightly as she began to move. But I wasn’t watching Sonia anymore.
I was watching Kira.
In my mind, it was her above me, her red lips parted in breathless pleasure. It was her soft skin beneath my hands, her tight pussy wrapped around me.
“Fuck,” I growled, my grip tightening. I drove my hips up hard, making Sonia cry out. But all I saw was Kira.
How would she look like this? Would she be shy? Would she try to fight the pleasure, or would she surrender to it completely?
I imagined her whimpering my name, her nails dragging down my chest as she came apart for me.
A low, possessive growl rumbled from my chest. Kira wasn’t supposed to be in my head like this. She wasn’t supposed to be the one I craved.
But she was.
And no matter how hard I tried, no matter how many times I fucked Sonia or anyone else, no one could take her place.
She was mine.
Even if she didn’t know it yet.
Sonia’s pace quickened, her nails scraping against my chest as she rode me harder, chasing her release. My grip on her hips was firm, guiding her movements, but my mind was elsewhere.
Not here. Not with her.
With Kira.
I could almost see her—imagine the way her body would tremble above me, the way her lips would part in a gasp as she took me deep. My control slipped at the thought, my grip tightening as I thrust up into Sonia with brutal force.
“Damien—” Sonia gasped, her body tensing. She was close.
I was too.
With one last punishing thrust, I sent her over the edge. Her body clenched around me as she cried out, shuddering in pleasure. The sensation pushed me past my limit, and with a low growl, I let go.
Pleasure ripped through me, my release spilling into the condom as I buried myself deep inside her. My breathing was heavy, my chest rising and falling as I rode out the aftershocks.
For a brief moment, silence filled the room, broken only by Sonia’s soft panting.
Then, without a word, I reached down and pulled the condom off, tossing it aside. My body was still humming with satisfaction, but the moment was already fading.
Because it wasn’t Kira.
It never was.
Sonia stretched beside me, her fingers lazily trailing down my chest. “Damn,” she breathed. “You were rough.”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I reached over to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer. I grabbed a few bills and tossed them onto the bed beside her.
“Take what you need and leave.” I said flatly.
Sonia blinked, surprised. “You’re kicking me out already?”
I met her gaze, my expression unreadable. “We’ll see each other at the hunt.”
She studied me for a moment, then let out a soft laugh. “Cold as ever.” But she didn’t argue. She slid off the bed, gathering her clothes and grabbing the cash before heading toward the door.
She paused, looking back at me. “You should be careful, Damien. One of these days, you’re going to want someone you can’t just pay to leave.”
I didn’t answer.
Because I already did.