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I could hardly believe it. Here was this delicate omega, who had initially seemed so shy and hesitant, now taunting me, teasing me, driving me wild with desire. It was exhilarating, and I couldn't wait to see what he had in store for me.

"So, let's play," I growled, my hands fisting in his messy curls, guiding his head towards my cock. "Let's see what you've got."

He grinned, looking up at me through his long lashes, and then, finally, he took me into his warm, wet mouth. I let out a low hiss, my head falling back as I savored the sensation of his tongue swirling around my head, his lips stretching to accommodate my thickness.

"Fuck, Elliot," I moaned, my hips jerking reflexively as he took me deeper, inch by agonizing inch. He was inexperienced, I could tell from the way he struggled to relax his throat, but he was eager, enthusiastic, and incredibly talented nonetheless.

He set a slow, steady rhythm, working me with his mouth and hand in perfect synchronization. The pressure was just right, not too tight, not too loose, driving me absolutely mad with need.

"Jesus Christ," I cursed, my grip on his hair tightening as he picked up speed, his suction becoming more intense. "Where did you learn to do that?"

He pulled back briefly, a devilish twinkle in his eyes. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He teased before diving back in, taking me even deeper this time.

I couldn't take it anymore. The sensation was too intense, too exquisite. I needed more. I needed to touch him, to claim him as my own.

"Stop," I ordered, pulling him off my cock with a pop. He looked up at me, surprise written all over his face. "Get on the table," I commanded, pointing towards the expansive wooden surface behind him.

He hesitated for a moment before obeying, climbing onto the table and lying back, his legs dangling over the edge. I joined him, positioning myself between his thighs, my hands running up and down his toned calves.

"Now," I began, locking my eyes with his. "Where were we?"

He bit his lip, looking up at me with those large, doe-like eyes. "I think you were about to lose control," he whispered, his hips bucking slightly as I ran my fingertips along the inside of his thigh.

"And I think you were about to drive me insane," I countered, smiling wickedly as I settled myself comfortably between his legs, preparing to continue the game we were playing.

Chapter 11

Elliot

Damon hovered above me, his eyes locked onto mine, burning with intensity. His broad chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, matching the uneven rhythm of my own heart. I could feel the heat of his body, mere inches away from mine, yet not quite touching—a tantalizing promise of things to come. He wanted to torment me for as long as he could.

His hand reached out, cupping my cheek gently, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. A shiver ran through me at the tender gesture, contrasting sharply with the raw power emanating from every pore of his being. This wasn't the same alpha who had torn my clothes off moments ago, driven by primal hunger. No, this was someone else entirely—someone far more dangerous because they cared enough to go slow.

And the worst and best thing about that? It was that I liked it.

"Are you ready for me, little omega?" He murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me, settling deep within my core. My stomach flipped, excitement and nerveswarring within me as I nodded silently, unable to find the words to express how much I wanted this.

I didn't even have to answer his question. He already knew the answer to it.

A smirk played on his lips as he positioned himself at my entrance, his thick, throbbing length pressed against my hole. I gasped, my body instinctively tensing at the unfamiliar intrusion. But he didn't rush me; instead, he paused, allowing me a moment to adjust, to acclimate to the feel of him.

He was thoughtful, something I thought he couldn't be. How many more things about him did I not know?

"Relax," he cooed softly, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. "Just breathe."

I focused on filling my lungs, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within me. And when I felt ready, I nodded once more, giving him permission to proceed.

I hoped I was right.

He began to push in, ever so slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. I could feel every ridge, every vein, every tiny detail of his shaft as it stretched me open, filled me completely. It was incredible, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, pleasure and pain that left me gasping for air.

"Oh god," I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders as he sank deeper inside me. "You're so big."

And him being big didn't even begin to describe it. He was so much more than that.

Damon chuckled, a sound that rumbled through him and reverberated within me. "And you're so tight," he replied. "So fucking perfect."

Once he was fully sheathed within me, he paused, giving us both a moment to savor the sensation. I could feel his pulsethrobbing in sync with mine, our bodies connected in ways I hadn't thought possible.

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