Page 127 of Daman

“Your big hands are so sexy,” I said between kisses.

He smiled against my lips and softly groaned when I rolled my hips forward, pumping into his closed fist, the underside of my shaft rubbing against him. The sound amplified my arousal. Our new connection strengthened every sensation, as if I wasn’t feeling just my pleasure but his as well. I leaked precum, and he used it to slick his palm as he stroked us.

“Fuck.” I buried my face against his neck, my orgasm building. When I came, I came hard.

“Daman,” he panted, his fingertips digging into my hips as his heavy cock twitched against mine. Our simultaneous releases left us breathing heavy, bodies trembling.

I chuckled.

“Why do you laugh?” Warrin cupped the back of my head and nuzzled my cheek.

“I don’t know.” I pulled back to look at him. “I think I’m just happy.”

A soft gleam shone in his blue eyes. “I’m happy too.”

After washing off in the bathroom, we got dressed and searched the small kitchen for something to eat. A knock came at the door, and I walked over to answer it. Lycus stood on the porch, holding a tray with two covered plates.

“I heard you two were finally awake,” he said. “Thought you might be hungry.”

“Starving.” I opened the door wider to let him inside. Hektor trailed behind him, the shorter male beaming with a smile. Lycus had ordered him to stay behind the barrier during the battle. Probably for the best. His skills were in the kitchen, not on a battlefield. “I’m sorry about Gusion.”

Lycus placed the tray on the table. “His death is a great loss to us all. He taught me so much. I pray he was wrong about his soul and that he’s reunited with Balaur now.”

I hoped the same.

“Thank you for the meal,” Warrin said, sitting down at the table.

“My pleasure.” Hektor bowed his head. “If there’s anything else either of you want, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Is there coffee?” I asked.

Warrin cracked a smile. “He’s grouchy without it.”

“So is he.” Hektor nodded to Lycus and laughed when my friend playfully snarled at him. “I’ll bring a pot.”

Lycus turned to me. “Breakfast isn’t the only reason I’ve come. We won the battle, but the war is far from over. I’ve spoken to my pack, and when Asa appears again, we will fight by your side to defeat him. It’s what Gusion would’ve wanted.” He squeezed my shoulder. “And it’s what I want too. Brothers now and always.”

Warrin bit into a sausage link, side-eying the wolf. I loved his possessiveness over me. Fuck knows I felt the same over him.

“I brought coffee,” Hektor said from the doorway minutes later. “Someone else wanted to tag along with me.”

“Lev,” Warrin said, rising from his chair. “How do you feel?”

“No need to stand, my prince.” Lev looked rough around the edges but seemed to be in good spirits for someone who’d been shot down by an arrow. “My injury is healed. Though… my nerves aren’t as easily soothed. I woke in the woods to find a ghost watching over me. I still haven’t recovered.”

Warrin’s face broke into a wide smile.

“You’re lucky you’re my commanding officerandmy prince,” Lev said. “Otherwise, I might have to beat your ass.”

“She was very kind.” Warrin arched a brow. “I believe you’d make a fine couple.”

Lev lunged at him, and Warrin put him in a headlock, smiling when Lev couldn’t break his hold. When Warrin released him, they threw their arms around each other and laughed. I enjoyed seeing that carefree side to my husband.

We then sat for breakfast. Lycus, Hektor, and Lev had already eaten but visited with us as we ate our fill. The surprisingly good morning turned strange once Warrin and I exited our cabin.

“They’re all staring at me,” I whispered, noting the gazes fixated in my direction. Men nodded to me as we passed.

“You’re a hero,” Lycus said. “If not for you, Belphegor would’ve left with the stone. You sacrificed yourself to ensure that didn’t happen.”