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Chapter twenty-seven

Damien

Holy shit.

This girl is going to be the death of me.

I was going to wait, only planning on using the mask when we got back to the apartment, but I wasn’t about to deny my little wolf, and the opportunity was too good to pass up. Watching her run with that smile on her face almost sent me over the edge. My inner predator was finally able to merge with the comforting man I am for her. My body still tingles with the pride I felt for her in that moment. The unwavering endearment and honor to be hers continues to circulate through my veins.

After our time in the woods, I put on the extra shirt in my saddlebag and took her out to eat. I figured the reason she asked if we were heading home or not was because she finally got hungry. Damn, I was too, after all of that. Plus, I heard her stomach growl as I carried her to the bike. It took everything in me to hide the smirk on my face. Quickly shedding my cocky grin. I refrained from staring at her flushed face, messed up hair, cum dripping pussy, and reveling in the fact that I fucked her so good that she couldn’t walk and desperately needed food. She’d be too embarrassed, and I didn’t want to lose the feeling of how comfortable she has grown with me.

The way she nestled up to me after our time in the forest had me thinking she was going to fall asleep on the bike. She wants me close. She has all night, and like I told her, I'll give her whatever she wants. I texted Zeke and Carter to give everyone the night off, and I told them that I wouldn’t be leaving tonight. I don’t want to miss this time with her.

A couple blocks from the apartment, there’s a small mom-and-pop diner she occasionally goes to with Serena after their shifts. They have your normal backyard barbeque menu, and too many milkshake flavors to count. It was adorable seeing how much food she could actually fit in that tiny body. I shouldn’t be surprised of how much cheeseburger she fit in that little mouth with how well it stretches around my cock, but I was.

Actually, I think I was more surprised by how comfortable she was eating like that in front of me. Normally when I try to make her food she’s so elegant, or tries to be, because for some reason eating around me makes her nervous. As if I could ever actually be repulsed by her. But she wasn’t nervous tonight. Whether she wants to admit it or not, she’s comfortable with me now, and that might mean more to me than anything else so far. The cute jokes, turns out she loves puns and dad jokes, how she playfully shot her straw wrapper at me, us laughing so loud everyone stared at us, but most of all how she actually looked me in the eyes while she ate.

It means everything.

It’s not normal that I get to go to bed with her. We sleep next to each other every night. Have been for a while, but I love the way she crawled up next to me and fit herself against me so willingly. So naturally. Even now as she sleeps, she looks relaxed. Curled up like a sweet little kitten, and her soft snores even remind me of a feline purr. I need to try and make it back home before she goes to sleep more often. Work normally takes me after dark, but I need to make sure she knows that she’s my priority. Perhaps I can work that around.

I've never cared so much for someone. Her scent intoxicates me, and I feel like I can’t breathe when she’s not near me. Like I’d break through hundreds of mountains just to be near her. I hear heaven itself when she says my name, a ripple of goosebumps coats my body every time. The fact that she’s starting to feel for me only escalates those feelings. She feels them too, I know it.

Fuck, the way she teased me tonight. This girl is never going to stop being so astonishing. The fact that I'm worthy enough to be wanted by her is a gift from whatever God is out there, and it brings a warmth to my body I’ve never felt before. She could’ve fought me. Hated and despised me, but she doesn’t, and I think she’s even starting to hate herself less and less for it.

Is that what love is supposed to be?

I'm startled out of my thoughts by her movements. Every night she sleeps with her back against me, but now she’s turning over. Her hands land on my chest and she buries her face in my neck. She settles into my arms and fully relaxes again, a sigh of relief escaping her mouth. I can’t help but tighten my grip on her, trying to gently melt us together so we never have to leave this spot. I inhale her sweet vanilla scent again as I place my lips on her forehead.

Everything disappears when I’m with her. There’s no Dust, there’s no drug king or shipments to worry about. I'm not in a warehouse of gun fire and screaming pain or chasing rapists and thieves down the street. There’s no planning or risk assessments. Nothing to worry about. I'm just here, in heaven, with her, and nothing else matters. She calms my raging mind and is my one light in my life of darkness.

This is what love feels like.