From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 312

He rocks his hips forward, the pressure of his hard cock almost painful against my clit. “I wasn’t lying about killing anyone who sees you like this. So, this is the only way.”

This is so fucked up.

Damon slides me down his body until my feet hit the floor, then he spins me, so my back is to his front, and we’re both facing the prisoner.

One strong arm wraps around my body, holding me in place. “He doesn’t deserve to see you.” Damon’s other hand starts to bunch up my dress. “He doesn’t deserve this piece of heaven before I send him to Hell.” He doesn’t stop until my underwear is exposed. Until I m exposed to this stranger.

So incredibly fucked up.

Damon slides his hand down my belly into my panties, and instantly groans, dropping his mouth to my shoulder. “Christ, you’re fucking dripping.”

I am. And I can’t stop my body from arching into his touch, even as I want to shout at him that my body was primed before he showed me what was waiting for us.

But you’re getting wetter by the second.

He rubs against my slit, making his fingers slick.

“This is how you come the first time.”

“Damon-” My hands reach up to clutch at the arm holding me in place. “We can’t…”

“We can.” He curls his fingers, sliding them inside of me. “And we will.” He drags his fingers out, slips them over my clit. “But I need you to come quickly, because I need to be inside this sweet pussy.”

“I don’t…”

I was going to say

I don’t think I can. But then Damon fucking vibrates his fingers against my clit.

Vibrates. And I can’t do anything other than cling to him.

“That’s it, Honey.” Damon presses the side of his mouth to my ear. So we’re nearly cheek to cheek. Both facing forward. Both are looking at the man who’s staring wide–eyed back at us. “He can look all he wants. Because when we’re done, I’m going to cut the eyeballs out of his head.”

I start to whimper. Crying incoherently, because god help me, I’m enjoying this.

His fingers press harder and I can’t tear my eyes away. Watching the man as he watches Damon’s hand inside my panties.

“Come on, Baby.” The hand pressed between my breasts shifts, and I feel him tugging down the front of my dress.

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pull on his arm, but I don’t know if I’m trying to make him stop, or go faster.

But my confusion is beaten out by need, because as my tits spill free, I can feel the man’s attention in my core.

Knowing he likes what he sees.

Knowing he can’t touch me.

Knowing Damon won’t ever let him touch me.

Knowing I belong to Damon and no one else.

Damon pinches my nipple, his fingers between my thighs never stopping, and I moan. Loudly.

Everything clenches as I try to stave it off for just another moment.

“Yeah, Ma, that’s it. Soak my fucking fingers. Make him watch as you come all over my hand.”

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The man’s eyes drop from my chest, back to where Damon’s hand is playing with my pussy, blocked only by a thin layer of lace. And that’s the final straw.

Damon’s heavy breathing fills my ears as I explode.

“Keep going.” His fingers keep flying over my clit. “Make that pussy ready for me.”

My fingers start to claw at his arm. “I am,” I pant. “I’m ready.”

Damon’s arms wrap around me, and he lifts, until he’s carrying me a few strides across the room.

He sets me down a couple of feet in front of the tool chest.

“Bend over. Hands on the counter.”

I do as he says, stretching my arms out in front of me to reach the surface.

A large hand slides from the base of my neck, down to my lower back. “Arch for me, Ma.”

I do.

Damon flips up the back of my dress, so it’s bunched around my waist.

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I turn my head to the side, so I can see the man in the chair. He’s a little behind us now. But just as I think it, Damon grips my hips and angles us, so the man gets more of a profile view.

“Got to make sure he can see those tits.” Damon shakes my hips and I can feel my tits sway with the movement. “And,” he starts to pull my panties down my legs “gotta make sure he can see me sliding in and out of your hot little slit.” Damon lets them drop around my ankles, and ! watch over my shoulder as he stands behind me.

There’s the sound of a zipper, followed by the slap of Damon letting his cock smack against the top of my ass.

Damon bends his knees, aligning our heights, and I slide up onto my tippy toes.

“My greedy Baby.” Damon groans, his cock sliding easily against my drenched lips.

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