Chapter 18

Carmella was grinning at Lilitha, a look of contentment on her face as she stretched out on the ground, letting out a satisfied yawn.

Lilitha couldn’t help but notice the remnants of Mateus’s climax in Carmella’s pubic hair, causing her cheeks to flush with embarrassment.

As Lilitha approached, Mateus’s eyes sparkled up at her. His tail was gently swaying.

His arousal had subsided a bit but was still evident as she settled into his lap.

The powerful alpha let out a soft growl in her ear, then began to nuzzle her neck.

Suddenly, Damon’s voice echoed through the clearing. “Hey!” Both Lilitha and Mateus turned to look.

Silus was nowhere to be seen, and Damon stood in the center of the clearing, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Lilitha recoiled, a wave of guilt washing over her. What was she doing?

“I’m sorry!” she blurted out.

Without a word, Damon grabbed her arm and pulled her away from Mateus.

Mateus just watched them, a lazy smile on his face and his hands resting behind his head.

He yawned, revealing his sharp teeth. He clearly wasn’t in the mood for a confrontation.

Muttering under his breath, Damon led her away.

Once they were out of sight, he stopped and pushed her up against a tree.

He turned her around so her back was to him. Pulling down her pants, he pressed his hard length against her backside.

Lilitha gasped, gripping the tree for support.

“I missed you,” he whispered into her neck. “How can I miss you so damn much?”

Lilitha grunted as he pressed himself against her, his length resting snugly against her.

He pinned her wrists to the tree.

His hot breath fanned over her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

His warmth. His touch. His scent.

It was all so intoxicating. Her body felt like it was on fire.

Her nipples were tingling, and a pool of desire was forming in her lower belly.

A wet heat spread between her legs. She sucked in a breath as she felt a strong kick from the baby in her belly.

Damon nuzzled her neck, growling softly.

Lilitha moaned as he pressed her harder against the tree.

“Get inside me,” she panted. “Get inside me.”

She gasped as he released one of her hands and slid his fingers between her legs.

He teased her entrance, circling his finger around, lightly massaging her clit.

It was enough to make Lilitha grit her teeth.

“Get inside me,” she growled, her voice deep and husky.

He removed his hand and adjusted his position.

Lilitha spread her legs and bent over, pushing her backside up, inviting him to take her.

Damon was growling softly under his breath. He was licking his lips.

He was panting.

He ran his hands over her backside, then gripped her hips tightly.

Lilitha dug her fingers into the tree as he slowly entered her, burying himself deep inside her until there was nothing left.

He held still. Lilitha closed her eyes.

The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. Her heart was pounding.

The baby kicked again.

Damon pulled out, then thrust in. He pulled out, then thrust in.

Again and again, his pelvis smacking loudly against her backside.

She could feel his balls bumping against the backs of her thighs. Her entire body was on fire.

Lilitha opened her eyes, looking down at her heavy breasts, her knees buckling under the intense pleasure.

Saliva dripped from her lip.

She closed her eyes again with a yelp as the heat and pleasure intensified.

Damon thrust harder, pounding into her now, grunting and snarling like a beast. Like a Diablon. Like the monster he was.

Lilitha tilted her head back as the sensations reached a new peak.

She was crying out now, her eyes squeezed shut, her face contorted in pleasure as she spread her legs wider, arched her backside higher, begging him to go deeper, to thrust harder, to finish her off.

He was so hard inside her, so swollen, so desperate for her.

With a powerful thrust, he pushed her head almost into the tree.

She felt him climax, a wave of pleasure that she felt all the way down her body, ending in a burst of heat and fire.

Lilitha came hard around him, her body clenching around his engorged length, over and over again, as he pulsed and grunted and licked his lips.

He growled into the back of her neck, then grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, sinking his teeth into her neck.

It hurt, but ~damn~ it felt good.

She made a gurgling noise as he pushed in deeper, making her grunt and gasp and growl.

Her eyes rolled back in her head.

Then he was pulling her up against him, his hands on her breasts, his face in her neck as he licked away the blood from his bite.

Lilitha shivered.

“Goddamn it, goddamn it, goddamn it,” he murmured.

He massaged her breasts, then ran his hands over her belly, gripping her gently.

He was still buried deep inside her and all Lilitha wanted was to keep him there forever.

He wrapped his arms around her and Lilitha leaned back into him, wrapping her arms around his.

Then he was rocking her. He was whispering in her ear, kissing her on the neck and cheek.

The place where he’d bitten was throbbing.

Finally, he stepped away, his length sliding out of her, followed by a wet gush of his release that ran down her thighs.

Lilitha turned and stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest.

Why was it that his magnificent figure always took her by surprise?

He hadn’t been gone that long, but it felt like he’d been gone forever.

His bright eyes looked back at her, gentle, uncertain, yet hungry.

He was flushed and sweating, his muscles standing out on his chest and hard abdomen.

They bulged in his arms and in his thighs. His large hands were relaxed at his sides.

He seemed as tall as a mountain, his horns looming over her like a bull.

Between his legs, he was still hard, flushed and wet, her climax shining as brightly as his horns and eyes.

His tail was swaying.

For a moment, she was taken back to the moment he’d first revealed himself.

All that awe. All that fear.

He bared his teeth at her. “What are you staring at?”

Then there was his voice. His scent. His presence.

“I’m not sure.”

Lilitha moved in closer, her arms finding their way around his waist, her face nestling into the comforting expanse of his chest with a contented sigh.

Damon responded by resting his chin gently on her head, his arms holding her in a firm, reassuring embrace.

“We should carve out some time for us,” he suggested, “Just you and me. Before the humans show up.”

Lilitha didn’t put up a fight as he led her away.

Their path weaved through the dense forest.