GUINEVERE
I abruptly woke up feeling like my body was on fire. I could feel the anger rolling off of me. It took me a few minutes to figure out why I was angry, only to realize that it wasn't my anger I was feeling but Damien's.
'Damien?' I tried to reach out to him via mind link. Weird. It wasn't going through. I look around the room, trying to find any traces of what would cause Damien's anger, only to spot a letter on my night table.
Quickly reading the letter, I pull out my phone and punch in Damien's number. Instead of immediately saving his number, I hit call. The phone rings three times but goes over to voicemail.
"You've reached Damien Valencia; you know what to do at the beep."
Damnit. I hung up the phone and sent Damien a quick text.
"Hey, it's Gwynn. I woke up and was sad when I discovered you were gone. I hope everything's okay. You seem angry."
I walk over to the armoire and grab some clothes out, hurrying to the shower and quickly hoping in. I rush through my shower, skipping washing my hair. I jump out and throw on my leggings without drying, which takes more of my time than if I were to stop and take a minute to dry myself off. As I'm throwing my black shirt on, Damien walks into the room. I can instantly tell that something or someone has pissed him off.
I walk toward him and wrap my arms around his waist, standing on my tippy toes to kiss him. Damien gives me a quick peck on my lips and then buries his head into my neck, his lips touching my mark. His lips against my mark cause goosebumps to cover my body; I try my best to ignore the pleasure that's building inside me.
"Damien, what's wrong?" I ask him.
"Nothing," he responds, nuzzling my neck, placing his open mouth on my mark, gently suckling it.
"Mmm," I moan. "Are you trying to distract me, Damien?"
"Maybe," he smiles against my neck. "I was severely disappointed you weren't in bed when I got back." He lowers his hands onto my ass and pulls me up against him, grinding his erection against me.
I can feel myself giving into his allure. I make a mental note to ask him what happened this morning; maybe a romp in the sheets will persuade him to tell me what's on his mind.
I reach my hand towards Damien's erection and cup him in my hands, looking him in the eye. "Well, take me back to bed then."
Damien lets out a feral growl and quickly tears off my leggings.
"Damien," I playfully slap his arm. "If you keep ripping my clothes, I will have nothing to wear."
He gets this look in his eye and smiles at me coyly, "Good, I prefer you naked."
He proceeds to rip off my shirt and bra. They're now shreds on the ground. Instead of being angry, I can feel how turned on I am by him, the evidence of my arousal dripping down my legs. He unbuttons his pants and drops them to the ground before grabbing my ass and lifting me against him. I wrap my legs around him and feel his member at my entrance.
"Goddess Gwynn, you're already so wet and ready for me." Damien groans when he reaches to position himself in me.
He is inside of me with one quick thrust, and my walls are already clenching his cock. Damien lets out a hiss. "Goddess, you're so fucking tight. I don't think I'll ever get used to being in you."
"Good, now fuck me, Damien!" I moan, his words eliciting more excitement throughout my body.
He starts pounding into my pussy, his rhythm hard and restless. Just as I am about to cum, he pulls out. I let out a whimper in protest.
"Oh, don't worry, baby, we're only getting started."
Damien throws me onto the bed and pounces on top of me, sliding into me quickly and continuing his vicious thrusting. I can feel his pent-up rage released with each thrust into my tight canal. . My body enjoys every minute of it. I cum hard and milk Damien's cock for all its worth. Damien's orgasm is not far behind me.
He lays down on me, spent. I run my hands through his hair and down to his lower back. Repeating the motion. When our breathing finally slowed down, I called his name.
"Damien?"
"Yes, love?"
"What happened this morning? What caused you to be so angry? And don't tell me nothing; I felt your anger through the mate bond."
"Just my father," Damien says, getting off of me and sitting up on the bed, leaning forward to grab his boxers and pants off the floor.
I pull the cover over my body, feeling slightly self-conscious at the mention of his father.
"And?" I ask. "Did you show him the letter?"
Damien sighed, running his hand through his hair. "He doesn't care."
"Oh."
"But it doesn't matter, Gwynn; you're my mate. You're the rightful Luna of the Blue Moon pack."
"But if your father doesn't accept me, why would the rest of the pack accept me?"
"Because you're mine, Gwynn."
"Do you think there's any way to get your father to change his mind?"
"I don't know, maybe if we could find out who the real traitors were. The person whom the letter was meant for. Then my father wouldn't have just your parents to blame."
"Then let's find them. I want your father's support, but I also want my parents' names cleared."
"We will find them, Gwynn, but my main focus is Jupiter right now." Damien paused for a second, "Also, Gwynn, I think it's best if we wait on your Luna ceremony, the pack will already be going through a lot."
I focus on drawing my emotions out as the moon goddess taught me. "Okay, I understand. What can I do tell help with the Jupiter situation?"
"Staying out of sight would be best for now; the pack will know I'm mated when they see me, but they won't know who my mate is yet unless they come across you."
I could feel my hurt and my anger boiling. I focused on remaining calm.p
"So you want to keep me a secret? Are you ashamed of me?" I ask, pulling the blanket up to my chin and wrapping it tightly around me.
"No Gwynn," Damien turns towards me and places his hand on my cheek. "I just want to protect you."
"Okay, well, if I can't help with Jupiter or the Luna duties, I will look into the traitor's info."
"Gwynn, that could be dangerous; promise me you won't go looking around unless Alex or I am present."
"Okay, I promise." I lied, knowing the sooner we found the real traitor, the sooner Damien and my relationship could be unveiled to the pack.
Damien smiled, confident that I wouldn't go looking for the traitor. I smiled at myself, knowing I had finally mastered the art of wandering my inner thoughts and emotions.
" I love you, Gwynn. I need to go and meet with the council now. Feel free to wonder around this floor and the library, no one goes in there."
"I love you too, Damien."
Damien quickly kisses me before pulling his pants on the rest of the way and throwing his shirt back on.
"I'll let you know when I'm done."
Damien walks out of the room and shuts the door behind him.
I quickly run back to the armoire and throw on some panties and a light blue sundress. I throw my hair in a pony, grab some sandals, and race out the door, walking to the library as quickly as possible. I was determined to find the traitor before Damien returned from his meeting with the council.