**SEXUAL CONTENT**

Previously:

I jolt awake a few hours later, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Something smells good. Like really, really good. I jump to my feet, following the scent to Lucien's study...where I find Daemon.

"W-what the fuck?"

I gape at Daemon, who stands there, rigid and alarmed. He looks different. His hair is grown out, his beard is unshaven, and his skin is darker, more tanned. His muscles ripple, his body completely ripped as it was before, if not more. He's so much more rugged, and fuck if I'm not absolutely attracted to it.

How dare he look like that? How dare he turn up here, all sexy and hunky and smelling amazing when I've been absolutely miserable because of him! I'm utterly confused right and—and angry. So angry at him.

He opens his mouth to speak, but I don't give him the chance to. "Why the hell are you back after what you did? Are you trying to rub it in my face, or something?" I say, clenching my fists.

"Ash, that's not—" he starts and I nearly start to cry at the sound of his voice. That amazing, husky voice that could soothe me through any nightmare. That would call me baby, that would tell me how beautiful I am.

"No," I cut him off, "Don't even say my name,"

He takes a step closer, the look on his face desperate, but I back up immediately, my senses overwhelmed at his amazing scent. Every part of my being screams to go to him, but I know I can't.

"T-today, you were watching me out in the forest. Why were you stalking me like some creep?!"  My eyes have already grown watery. Shit. I didn't want to cry.

Daemon runs a hand through his hair in frustration "You're in heat. I could smell you from a miles away. Do you know how dangerous it is for you to be out like that? Where the hell was Tristan?!"

"Oh, the fucking babysitter you made watch over me so I wouldn't kill myself after you left?!" I shout, "You didn't want to be responsible, huh?! I guess I'm just your crazy mate with mental issues! Is that why you rejected me?!"

My voice breaks on the last part and I cover my face, my entire body shaking with rage and sadness and adrenaline. I wish I could just die.

"I don't want you to hurt yourself, Ash. Please tell me you didn't," he says, voice strained.

I think back to the glass shards from the shattered mirror that I dug my hands and knees into. How I did it hard enough until they pierced my skin and blood was all over the floor.

"I told you not to say my name," I rasp out, my lips trembling with the threat of tears.

"I'm sorry," he says softly and I glare at him.

"No, you're not. Otherwise you wouldn't have done this. Why are you here, anyway?!"

He watches me for a moment, eyes soft, but expression unreadable. "I'm here to do something important," he finally says.

I scoff. "I'm sure you are. For your stupid mission. Always for your missions! They're more important to you than your own mate," I hiss, panting by the time the torrent of words has left my mouth, the rage toward him filling my chest and making it hard to breathe. Fuck him. Fuck him.

His face falters at that and I give him a stony glare before storming out of the room. I don't even want to look at him.

"Wait—!" he follows me out of the room and I shiver, the scent of him washing over me from behind as the fan in the hallway blows it on me. Fuck.

I whimper, walking over grasping a chair in the dining room, trying to steady myself as a flood of wetness comes between my legs. He's turning me on. No matter how much my mind hates him right now, my body is the complete opposite. My wolf wants him—bad.

I turn around to see he's frozen in place, stiff, and my eyes trail down his well-sculpted body to see the giant tent in his pants. My mouth salivates and I look at him, taking in the glowing eyes of his arousal. His wolf, no doubt, wants to claim me, despite his decision to reject me.

I cross my arms, giving him an icy glare. "You're hard right now?"

"I can't help it," he growls, a veiny hand going to cover his crotch, "Not when you're fucking leaking down your legs,"

His eyes flash in hunger as he looks down on me, and I follow his gaze to see my little cotton shorts are soaked through and my inner thighs are glistening in slick. Holy—I knew I was wet but when did I get like this?!

My face flushes in embarrassment, but I can't back down. "Pig." I snarl at him. "You don't love me but you want still want to fuck me,"

His eyes darken at my words. "That's not—"

"You're a real gentleman, Daemon. I can't believe you!"

He glares at me. "And I can't believe that you were sleeping on the couch like this—" he motions at me, presumably referring to my tiny tank top and shorts, "—in heat, the door fucking wide open! You're basically naked! Do you know how defenseless you were? What if some alpha had come in and had his way with you?!"

"Oh so I'm just a whore who's asking for it now? A whore who can't fucking wear a tank top because of you stupid alphas?!"

His jaw clenches. "I didn't say that! But I can't control the actions of other alphas—And if they followed your scent and found a tiny omega asleep in his underwear—they'd hurt you."

"Oh, who cares?! I've been hurt by plenty of alphas in my life!" I step forward, jabbing a finger into his chest, "Including you," I glare up at him.

Only then do I realize how close we are, both of us breathing hard from our argument as well as arousal. So immediately I back away until I bump into the dining room table, feeling stupid as I look down. "Used to it," I mutter.

"As much as I wish I could explain everything to you right now, I..can't. But just because I left--that doesn't mean I want you not to give a shit about yourself."

I roll my eyes, scoffing, "I don't want to hear it," I need him to leave already. I'm losing my temper like an idiot, letting him see this pathetic side of me.

Daemon clenches his fists, then his eyes glue to something besides me. He walks over and I move away from him as he grabs the large hoodie that's slung over the dining room chair. Jay's hoodie that he left here the other night when we all hung out. Daemon picks it up, nostrils flaring as he brings it to his face to smell it.

"This isn't Tristan's," his voice darkens, "You had an alpha over?"

I stay silent, not wanting to answer his question.

"You did," he growls.

"Don't act like you're jealous. You don't get to be,"

"Did he do something to you?"

I shrug. The bad part of me wants him to think I got with another alpha. To show him.

My ambiguous answer immediately flares up his temper, and I can't deny how much it gratifies me.

"Did you sleep with him?" his voice is accusatory now. That's it. That's what makes me lose it.

"What I do with other guys is none of your business!" I snap, my blood boiling with rage.

He growls, advancing toward me. His jaw clenches, eyes flashing to his wolf. Even if he doesn't want me as a mate, there's no doubt his wolf's instinct hates the idea of me coupling with someone else.

"Who was it? Joe or whatever the fuck his name is? You let that pathetic little alpha put his cock in you?"

"Maybe I did," I say cruelly.

"You wouldn't," he growls.

"How would you know? Were you here when he fucked me?"

It's a low blow, and I know it. Daemon's hand which was braced on the chair is clenched so hard his knuckles have turned white. Then the wood snaps, the whole upper part of the chair splintering from how hard he was gripping it.

I'm not prepared for how much more turned on I get as I take it all in. I whimper, bracing myself against the wall. The scent of him, the show of his strength—it's all too much for me. My wolf is whining to be claimed and I clench my legs together, looking up at him with distress on my face.

"God, Daemon. Stop being s-such a dick," I tear up, still glaring at him, "You don't know how hard it is, being in heat without you. It hurts,"

His face is still hardened, anger etched across his features, but as he takes in my state his expression softens and he lets go of the chair, coming toward me. "...Let me help,"

"What?" I sniffle. "How?"

"If you'll let me, I'll...relieve you,"

No. That's the only word that should be coming out of my mouth right now. I take in his scent, his mouth-watering body, glancing downwards at the bulge in his pants that is now straining hard against the fabric. And I can't deny how much I want him.

I look up at him, biting my lip as my eyes tell him exactly what I want. Within seconds, he's grabbing me, lifting me up and gently setting me down on the dining table.

"Can I take off your clothes?" He asks, sounding out of breath, and I realize his hands are shaking where he's touching me, the veins prominent.

"Yes," I say quietly, still not completely sure why I'm agreeing to this. I'm basically relapsing.

He strips me eagerly, his eyes wild as he takes in my slim curves, fingers trailing down my legs as he pulls off my shorts and undies. When he's done, I'm just lying there, the table cold against my back, fully naked as he looms over me. I shiver, gazing up at his dark eyes.

"What can I do to you?" he asks, voice strained, arms placed on either side of me, hands flat against the table as he looks back down at me.

My face heats. "Y-you can't kiss me. Not on my lips,"

His eyes flash in what seems like hurt, but I know that can't be. Why would he be hurt if he doesn't even care about me?

"I won't. Is there anything else I need to know before I..." he trails off before going quiet. Why is he being like this? Acting like he wants to be so considerate..it's such BS.

"Do whatever you want," I say coldly.

I gasp when he pins my arms above my head, pressing himself in between my legs. He growls at the contact of our cocks through his clothes, leaning down and pressing his mouth to my neck. The mere sensation of his lips has me whimpering, clenching my legs around him. It only spurs him on, his tongue  flicking out to explore the skin of my neck, licking it and sucking on my sweet spots. I moan as he travels downward, teeth lightly raking against my collarbone before he's sucking a nipple into his mouth while twisting the other in his fingertips. My abdomen coils tight in pleasure as he sucks on it, swirling his tongue around the pink bud and giving it one final nip before moving on to the other one. I close my eye as he ravishes my chest, arousal prompting me to start wiggling my ass against his dick.

The action causes him to growl, nipping hard at my nipple as he starts rutting his hips into me, not able to help himself. I gasp at the pleasure the little bite of pain brings me, and he just keeps going, leaving marks all over my pale skin as he greedily as he greedily devours me. It's like he's starving and it's so hot as he licks greedily down my stomach, dropping to his knees as he licks all the way down abdomen, down to my intimate parts. He noses his face into my crotch, breathing in deeply as his hands press into my thighs, squishing them around his face in a way that could probably suffocate him.

I feel myself get impossibly wetter at the position in we're in. When he finally pulls back, he looks up at me, eyes glowing with arousal. "I want you in my mouth," he growls. My eyes widen. In his mouth?! Could we really...?

One look at the barely-restrained expression on his face gives me my answer. I whimper, nodding dizzily. As if I could refuse an offer like that.

He eagerly buries his face between my thighs, lips wrapping around my cock and I cry out, my eyes widening at the warm, wet sensation. Holy shit.! It feels amazing. I grip the end of the table tightly as he starts to suck, gasping at the new sensation, overwhelmed with how good it is. My body shakes, legs instinctively trying to close, but his big, rough hands grip my thighs, keeping me spread open for access.

I'm not prepared when he increases the pressure of his tongue, head moving aggressively between my legs as he sucks on my cock. I can only moan wantonly, my nails digging into the wood in the table as I desperately try to grasp something—anything—for purchase because god.

He goes harder and harder until I'm crying in pleasure, my thighs clenching tightly around his head as my mouth falls open.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck!" I cry as I throw my head back, my body arching as he keeps his lips sealed tight around my length, running his tongue up the bottom of it and to my slit. The stimulation almost becomes too much and I yelp, orgasm shooting through me as he keeps me locked in his hold, sucking me as I cum in his mouth. He holds me there, his lips at the base as I tremor with pleasure, swallowing me down. He gives me a few more licks and I gasp softly, legs going limp.

I sit there catching my breath, my body twitching every so often before he's pushing my legs back to my chest, exposing my wet hole. I cry out in over-sensitivity as he immediate dives his tongue into it, groaning as it meets my warm insides. He does a combination of pumping his tongue in and out before desperately laving at my entrance. He's licking like crazy, trying to get a taste of as much of my essence as he can get. As his tongue curls inside me, I let out a high moan, covering my face in embarrassment.

He finally pulls it out, tongue trailing upwards now, mouthing at the intimate area until he reaches my sac, sucking them with his mouth. I whine as he licks up my dick, the flesh still sensitive from my last release, but then I feel something prodding at my hole.

"Oh, Daemon!" My eyes fly open as he plunges two long fingers into me as he sucks me back into his mouth. My walls greedily pull him in, thankful for a proper stretch after going so long without him. I can only writhe in ecstasy as he goes to town, licking incessantly at my length as his fingers plunge rhythmically into me. I look down at his head between my legs, deciding to lace my hands through his thick locks, slighting pulling on it. He moans the second I do, the vibration resounding in my cock and pleasure ricochets through me. I clench around his digits and he pushes them in deeper, curling into just the right spot and I squeak at how good it feels, my knees flying up.

He takes that as a sign to speed up, pounding them into me faster and I can't even think, gasping for breath as he sucks me in the front, both the sensations so overwhelming. Fuck, how is he this fucking good at this? When I did it myself it didn't feel half as good, and I couldn't even get off properly without drowning myself in the scent of his clothes.

It doesn't erase what he did. How he broke my heart without remorse. I will never forgive him for that, never let go of the grudge I now hold against him. I'll never forget how he walked into my life, built me up just to leave me in the dust.

But right now it doesn't matter. All I need is an escape, and sex is perfect for that. Let him fuck out all the pain and anger and bitterness he put into me.

And here he is, making a mess of me with only his fingers and his tongue. I don't even know what's going on in my anymore as my lower half convulses in never-ending pleasure, Daemons head aggressively working between my thighs as I look up at the ceiling, eyes blurry with pleasure.

I cum 3 more times, the last time nothing more than a trickle coming out of me. Daemon swallows down every drop—licking hungrily even after my 4th orgasm until I lightly push him away, way too fucked out to continue. So he finally relents, getting off me and standing up from his kneeling position on the floor, face glistening with my slick.

The strong scent of alpha semen greets my nose as he does, and my eyes zero in on his
still-clothed crotch that is now completely wet, the dark spot on his jeans growing by the minute. Oh. Oh. He came...in his pants. Just from going down on me.

I look up at him with wide eyes, my face flushed in my post-orgasmic-haze and also because of my newfound discovery.

"You can laugh at me," he says, not bothering to hide it.

"I won't," I say softly, a pang of sorrow overcoming me. I'm reminded of the situation we're in. Not lovers. Not even truly mates. Just slaves to our wolf's desires.

"I wanna go to bed," I say, and in no time is he picking me up, taking me up the stairs in his arms. Tears rise to my eyes as my head rests against his chest, my heart clenching at the tender way he holds me.

When he sets me down on the bed, turning to leave, I grab his sleeve, my face desperate. "Why are you doing this? You're treating me like I'm still special to you," I say, so quietly that if he wasn't leaning in close he wouldn't be able to hear it.

His mouth is pressed in a firm line and he avoids eye contact. But I press on. "Did you do what you did just now because you wanted to help me? Or did you just want to use my body to get off?"

"Ash," he says softly, his voice sounding like it'll break.

I let go of him, turning away in disappointment. Of course he won't answer that. I get under the covers, sniffling as I still feel his presence behind me. I can't help it. I start to sob, burying my face in the pillow, grasping the sheets in pain.

I feel the bed dip, a sudden heavy presence on my back and then I feel his arms encircling me from behind, his big body enveloping my small one. It only makes me cry more.

Eventually I'm so tired from everything that I completely pass out, exhausted to my core from the sex and the fighting and the crying.

In the early morning, I feel the bed rustle, a light press to my forehead. Did he kiss me?

But that's not the shocking thing about it. It's when I hear "I love you," whispered quietly...then he's gone.

*Theo still has power, Lucien in coma, overall bad situation*

Daemon and Ash: *horny af* :D

Also so sorry I haven't updated...I just started college, got a new job, and got my drivers license, all at the same time 😭