GUINEVERE
The plane ride to the Silent Forest pack was quiet. Damien and I were both lost in our thoughts. I was trying to recall my dream, but I kept coming back blank. I gave up on recalling my dream and decided to sneak glimpses at Damien. Goddess, he was hot when he was concentrating on something. His tongue stuck out of his mouth, and his eyes furrowed. Just staring at him made me wet.
"Gwynn, if you're going to keep looking at me like that, I will take you to the bathroom and introduce you to the mile-high club."
My face blushed a crimson red. Damnit, I had been caught. "Don't flatter yourself, Damien," I said, rolling my eyes.
I went back to staring out my window for the rest of the flight. I loved looking at the tiny towns below. Seeing everything from this viewpoint was magical.
Damien cleared his throat, getting my attention again. "We will be landing right outside the Silent Forest Pack at nightfall. We will wait until morning time to meet with Elder Derek. In the meantime, we will check into a nearby hotel and develop a plan on how to break this bond."
I scowled at him. Of course, the sooner we broke the bond, the better. Damien would be free of me, and he could go back to being his man whoring self.
Damien sighed and pushed his hair back in frustration. "Don't scowl, Gwynn; it's what we both want."
I wanted to scream and shout that all I wanted and needed was him in my life, but instead, I remained quiet. How could a Traitors Daughter be anything to an Alpha? I wasn't good enough for him.
"Yes, the sooner we break the bond, the better," I replied to Damien, trying to keep the hurt out of my voice.
We flew the remainder of the plane ride in silence.
When we landed, a bagger was waiting for us in a terminal. He was holding a sign that said "Valencia." Damien looked around, making sure there were no signs of werewolves in the area before approaching the bagger.
"I'm Damien, and this is Guinevere. You must be George. My assistant Alex said you'd be waiting for us." Damien extended his hand out to George.
"Pleasure to meet you, Mr&Mrs Valencia. Sir Alex has requested that I drop you off at the Ramada Inn. He says you have a suite booked there." George said while grabbing are luggage and putting it on his cart.
"Perfect; sounds like everything is in order and is taken care of." Damien smiled at George, following him as he led us out of the Airport. George opened the backseat door to a Limo and gestured for Damien and me to get in.
Damien tugged my arm lightly and put me ahead of him before getting in right behind me. I was excited. This would be my first trip ever in a limo.
"Oh my, look, they have champagne on ice back here, and look at the sunroof." I smiled, looking over at Damien.
He just chuckled and shook his head. I did not doubt in my mind that Damien grew up in Limos. The Valencia family is filthy rich.
"You know what the best thing about a limo is," Damien said, his blue eyes flashing brown, "all this room. It's perfect for fucking in." He smiled devilishly at me, biting on his lower lip.
"Oh, I bet it is," I respond, trying to ignore him, although my pussy was aching to be touched by him again. I pushed the button to bring the sunroof down and stuck my head out, trying to get some fresh air.
"Mmm, you're being a naughty girl," Damien growled at me; I feel his hands crawling up my leg, heading to my core. . "I think I'm going to have to punish you now."
I tried my hardest to ignore Damien, but I'm sure he could smell my arousal. He undid the button to my shorts and slowly pulled them down; I still ignored him. He slapped my ass, causing me to cry in pain, and then he rubbed over the area he slapped. Tiny sparks of pleasure ran through my body. His hand traveled down my ass, making its way to my front. He slowly started to inch his way through the side of my panties.
I heard another growl coming from him before he moaned in pleasure.
"Mmm baby, you're so wet for me. I need to taste you."
I heard my panties ripping and then felt Damien's tongue licking my clit. He grabbed one of my legs and put it on his shoulder, giving him more access to my core. As he was licking my clitoris, he slid his fingers into me, making me gasp in pleasure.
"That's it, baby, cum for me, don't hold back. I love the sound of your moans."
I could feel my core quenching, and I knew my release would come soon. Damien started licking me and stroking me faster. I started grinding my hips meeting him stroke for stroke, riding his face and seeking my pleasure. I was so close to cumming all over Damien when the Limo stopped. Damien expertly pulled away from me while simultaneously pulling my shorts up before George started tapping on the back door. I could tell this wasn't his first rodeo by how efficiently he had us looking proper before the door opened.
"Mr. Valencia, we have arrived."
I growl at the disturbance, frustrated and tense from the desire built up in me.
"Don't worry, baby," Damien said, kissing my forehead. We will continue this in our room. I'm not done with you yet."
After George unloaded us, Damien quickly checked us in with the front desk and headed towards our room. We were on the top floor, so we decided to take the elevator. Once the elevator door shut and we realized it was just the two of us, Damien grabbed me in his arms; I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He kissed me roughly, shoving his tongue in my mouth. My stubborn heart soared when I realized he wanted me just as badly as I needed him. He pushed me up against the elevator wall and held me there with one hand, and his body pressed up against me; his other hand started to roam under my tank top until he found what he was searching for. He rubbed the pad of his thumb against my nipples, causing me to cry out in pleasure, and then began to pinch and twist them in his hands.
"Fuck Gwynn. I need to be inside you right now."
Damien reached over to the buttons in the elevator and clicked the one that caused the elevator to stop and freeze right where it was at. He set me down for a second and quickly pulled my shorts back off of me. He lifted me back into his arms and used one hand to play with me and finger me. His other hand quickly undid his buttons as he quickly pulled them down and grabbed his throbbing cock. He adjusted his member into my entrance and sank into me with one quick thrust.
"Oh goddess, baby, your Pussy is so tight. It was made for me."
I felt my walls clenching against him and his thrust into me hard and fast. I came in seconds, and he wasn't far behind me, spilling his seed into me. He kissed me lightly on the lips before placing me down, pulling his pants back up, and resuming the elevator. I hurried and pulled my shorts back on; I'd barely gotten them over my waist when the bell dinged, signaling we had made it to our floor. Damien grabs my hand, and we walk out of the elevator. An elderly couple walks by us, and I can't help but blush, hoping they don't realize what we did in there.
We finally get to our room, and it is stunning. There's a California king-size bed, and 72' plasma screen TV, and a cute little love seat tucked in the corner. We also have a balcony that gives us a perfect view of the entire city below. But my favorite part of the entire room was the jacuzzi tub. I couldn't wait to get in and soak in a hot bubble bath. I loved soaking in the tub after a long car/ plane ride.
Damien leans down and whispers, "Would you like me to run you a bath while you unpack?"
"That sounds heavenly," I responded, walking over to my bag to unpack the few items I'd need in the morning.
Damien padded over to the bathroom and started up the bathwater. As I put away the clothes in the wardrobe, I was struck with dizziness. I started to fall and didn't have time to brace myself. I thought I would fall headfirst into the open drawer but found myself in Damien's arms.
"Are you okay, Gwynn?" Damien asked, concerned.
"Yes, I think I need to lie down. I might have a slight case of jet lag."
Damien scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed, where he gently laid me down.
"Are you sure you're okay, Gwynn?"
I didn't get a chance to answer Damien's question, though. I felt my core temperature rising, and soon I was hot all over. I quickly undressed, feeling like I would melt into a sweaty puddle if anything else touched my skin.
"Gwynn.. what are you…." Damien's voice trailed off, and his eyes became very dark.
"Shit," I said under my breath, realizing what was happening. I'm starting my second heat.