N. Walters - Damek's Redemption

Her brother Stefano echoed her father’s sentiments when he kissed her, while Milo whispered for her to be happy.

Her grandmother smiled and followed her family, leaving them alone with her papou. Damek released her hand and faced the half-breed werewolf. Roberto Agostino put his hands on his hips and scowled. He was a formidable sight with his dark shaggy hair graying at the temples, black eyes, huge shoulders and massive biceps. He was larger than Damek, but Sonia knew he wasn’t nearly as powerful.

“Ignore them.” He jerked his head toward the door. “You saved my Sonia, and for that we will always be in debt.”

“There is no debt.” Damek’s voice was cold and unforgiving.

Roberto inclined his head in acknowledgement. “Be warned that our Sonia is precious to us. Make her unhappy and I will kill you myself.”

“Grandfather,” she gasped, using the more formal name for him instead of the beloved papou so he would know just how angry she was at him.

He shook his head. “This must be said. I am the head of this family and he must understand the consequences of his actions.”

Damek didn’t know whether he should curse or laugh. Sonia’s family had completely taken over his home and his life. Byron had taken over the running of the club but that couldn’t last much longer. Damek had to take command of his life once again.

But it wasn’t easy with all these Agostinos running around, giving him orders. There was no debt to him, and he found it insulting they would even think such a thing. And Roberto’s threat was laughable. There was no way for the half-breed werewolf to kill him. If anything, Damek could dispose of him with ease, but that would only upset Sonia. He’d seen firsthand how close the family was.

And there lay the seed of his discontent. Sonia was close to her family. Would she want to go back to New York with them? He didn’t want her to stay because she felt she owed him or because she was afraid of what she had become. He wanted her to stay because she loved him.

She’d said she loved him, but she’d been dying at the time and so he couldn’t take it as truth. People said many things when there were really no consequences.

“Roberto.” Nicola poked her head into the room. “Come, the wolves are getting restless and hungry,” she added. Her grandfather growled but left the room. Moments later, the door to the apartment shut with a bang, leaving them alone for the first time in days.

“I’m sorry about that,” she began. “My family can be overbearing at times, but they mean well.”

“They love you.” He loved her too, but they’d loved her longer. “You should rest.” Now that they were alone he wished her family were still here. As long as there was a buffer between them they didn’t need to decide their future.

Sonia sat, letting the covers fall to her waist. Her bare nipples pebbled in the cool air and Damek had to force his gaze away from them. Her eyes were warm and filled with mischief as she patted the bed beside her. “Come here and we’ll talk.”

Damek didn’t know what to make of her. Newly made vampires usually had little control over their bloodlust and took a much longer time to learn to handle their new preternatural senses. Maybe his blood had something to do with it. He was very old and his blood was very potent. Maybe it was because she’d already possessed some preternatural blood. Maybe it was the combination of the two. Or it might simply be Sonia herself. He’d always known she was unique. Whatever the reason, he was more than grateful.

She was pure temptation and he was no saint. Damek wanted to yank back all the covers, mount her and fuck her until neither one of them could think any longer. He’d never had sex with another vampire and wondered what it would be like to feel her body undulating beneath his as he drove into her hot sheath, to taste her blood on his tongue as they both came, to share his blood with her as her orgasm took her.

His temples pounded and his fangs extended to their full length even as she patted the mattress again. “That is not a good idea.”

“I think it’s a wonderful idea. The perfect one in fact.” Hesitation crossed her face. “Unless you don’t want me anymore.”

Not want her. Not want her. Was she out of her mind? He couldn’t think for wanting her.

Sonia turned her head away, pulling the covers around her and Damek broke. Lust roared through him more forceful than any bloodlust ever had. To hell with all of them. All that mattered was Sonia, and she wanted him. He ripped at his clothing, removing it in record time. He had to be naked, had to feel her flesh next to his. He yanked back the covers, exposing her totally to his heated gaze. Her eyes widened and then half-closed, giving her a sexy, slumberous appearance.

“Don’t ever think I don’t want you.” He climbed onto the bed and covered her with his body. The scar on her belly would haunt him forever even though the wound beneath it was healed. He’d come so close to losing her.

He settled between her legs, letting his erection settle against her mound, her breasts against his chest. He cupped her face between his hands. “I’ll always want you, Sonia.” He kissed her then, kissed her with all the fear and frustration he’d felt these past few days. She made him vulnerable, was a weakness. He who had lived without fear for centuries, still felt the remnants of sheer panic echoing in his blood. He’d almost lost her.

Until Sonia knew what her strengths were she would be vulnerable. Even after that she would be at risk. She was so young and would need many years to come into her own as a vampire. But he would protect her and keep her safe no matter what.

If she wanted to go back to New York then they would go there. He owned property in the city and would relocate, maybe even open another club. Byron could take care of Inhibitions for him.

But he was getting ahead of himself. Maybe she wouldn’t want him to go with her. He ignored the shaft of pain that jolted through him and his resolve hardened along with his cock. She needed him whether she knew it or not, and he would not abandon her even if it meant he had to watch out for her from afar.

Her fingers tangled in his hair and her tongue met his, stroking, touching, twining until they were both breathless. Her eyes were glowing when he pulled back. “I can’t wait. I need you.” He had to get inside her, had to feel her alive and moving beneath him.

“Then don’t.” Her softly spoken words pierced his lust. Sonia would give him whatever he wanted, whatever he needed, when it should be the other way around.

Damek shifted, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him. “Take what you need, what you want, my sweet. I am yours.” He cupped her breasts, letting them fill his palms as his thumbs circled her nipples.

She flung her head back and gasped, bringing her mound in closer contact with his erection. She rubbed her pussy over his cock, slowly, so slowly, until they were both near madness.

“Put me inside you,” he commanded. He needed to be inside her, to have her hot, warm heat bathe his shaft. Only then would he feel complete.

She circled him with her hands, stroking from base to tip several times. His balls drew up tight to his body, a warning that time was running out. “Sonia.”

She smiled a bewitching smile as she maneuvered herself over him and pressed the tip of his cock to her opening. Balancing herself with her hands on his chest, she slowly lowered herself. One slow inch at a time, she took him in and he savored the sensation even as it pushed him closer to madness.

His hands cupped her hips and he urged her downward until all of him was buried in her hot core. They stared at each other and Damek did something he’d never done in his more than one thousand years of living—he opened his mind to another.