Sold To Her Mate ✅ (+ bonuses upcoming)

11: revelations

A/N: get excited for more frequent updates hehe, now let's get back to it then shall we...

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Damon's POV

My mind reeled from what had just occurred. I knew that if I fucked her then, so pent up with need, that I wouldn't be able to stop myself marking her. So instead I used my fingers and god was her reaction rewarding. She was so fucking hot. I'd barely touched himself, it was her mewls of pleasure as she cummed all over my fingers that had me shooting streams of my juice all over her hip.

Neo had hummed in content at our juices dripping on her. It would mark her with our scent for days for other wolves, and that kept him placid for now. It would have to do until I could mark her. My heart thudded in my chest as I held her in my arms, her shaking legs having given out. She was so beautiful. A strange feeling came over me, different to the possessiveness and desire I had previously felt for her. A softer feeling. One of wanting to look after her.

Lexi's POV

My eyes fluttered open as the pleasurable daze started to wear off, and I was met with the sight of Damon staring at me, his eyes practically glowing green in the dimly lit shower, a strange look on his face. As soon as he saw me stirring in his arms, the look disappeared, and he smiled sheepishly.

"Are you okay?" he helped me stand back up on my own two feet.

"Y-yeah," I stuttered, blushing heavily at the memory of what had just occurred, "Quite alright," I smirked slightly.

"That's good," Damon breathed, looking slightly smug as he took in my flustered condition.

I watched as he grabbed the soap and gently began cleaning me. I glanced down and noticed thick white liquid splattered down my hip. My breath caught in my throat. Was that- 

I glanced up at Damon, bright red. He had followed my glance and simply smirked at my expression. That was answer enough and I was mortified.

"Damon!" I squeaked, watching with embarrassment as he carefully wiped his own juices off of me, somewhat reluctantly.

"It's not my fault," he said in a rough voice, "You looked so fucking sexy with my fingers in you, I couldn't keep it in."

I slapped his chest in mortification, my cheeks so warm I probably looked like a traffic light.

"You didn't have to coat me with it," I spluttered, trying to maintain some dignity even though I disgustingly liked the thought of him on me.

"Oh I did," his voice dropped an octave, "You're mine Alexandra."

I shivered at his tone of voice and berated myself for the way my heart flipped at being called his.

"Oi are you guys still in there?! There better be some hot water left!" loud knocking on the bathroom door coupled with Nathan's shout jerked us out of our moment.

Damon momentarily looked like he would love to strangle Nathan.

"Just about to come out," I shouted back, turning off the shower. 

Damon pursed his lips but accepted the towel I handed to him. We briskly dried ourselves. I watched, with some sadness, as Damon pulled his dry clothes back on. It was then that I realised that I hadn't brought any clothes in with me.

"Shit," I grumbled with a sigh.

"What?" Damon looked up from toweling his thick hair.

"I don't have any clothes," I grimaced.