THate You Damon‘
I Hate You Damon!
~Damon~
The look in her eyes when I told her I would kill her nearly tore me apart. I had not meant to say those words. They slipped out before I could chain them back.
The second they left my mouth, I regretted them, but regret did not erase the damage. Her face broke in front
of me.
Her lips trembled. Her eyes widened with terror, betrayal, and disbelief. The bond dragged her fear straight
into me and it carved me open like a blade.
I did not mean to hurt her in that way. I did not mean to shatter her with the weight of my threat. But the thought of her body reacting to my brother, even for a split second, filled me with such fury that I could not
hold it back.
My brother. My twin. The man whose face mirrored mine, the one who had no right to breathe the same air as her, let alone provoke a reaction from her body. That truth poisoned me. It made me reckless.
My wolf’s voice growled inside me, dark and merciless. She is ours. Ours alone. No other man can touch her. No other man can pull a sound from her lips. Not even him. If she dares, if she falters, we will end her before
we allow our bond to be tainted.
“Kitten,” I said, my voice dropping low as I forced every ounce of control I still had into it, “do not mistake me.
I will never let you go. Not to him. Not to anyone.”
Her tears spilled over and her voice lashed back at me. “Then maybe you should destroy me right now,
Damon, because you do not trust me. You do not trust me at all!”
She was right, and I despised her for being right. I did not trust her when his face stood in front of her. I did not trust the instincts that had betrayed her for a heartbeat.
I slammed my palm against the headboard beside her head and the wood cracked under the force. She jumped, her body curling inward, but her voice did not falter.
“I hate you,” she whispered, and the sound of it nearly finished me. “I hate you for even thinking I could want him. I hate you for making me feel dirty, for making me feel like I did something wrong when all I have ever done is want you. Only you, Damon. Always you.”
My wolf howled inside me, furious and desperate at once. She is telling the truth. She is yours. She has always been yours. Stop doubting her. Stop pushing her away. She does not belong to him. She belongs to us. Take her. Claim her. Make her remember.
But even as the truth rang through me, my anger did not die. It rose higher, clawing through me like fire. I grabbed her jaw, forcing her face up so I could see every tear in her eyes. My thumb pressed against her
pulse, feeling it race wildly under my hand.
“Do not ever say you hate me again. Do not even think it. We are already past hate, kitten. We are bound. You do not get to run from me. You do not get to spit those words into the air and expect me to let them live
between us.”
Her tears glistened and her lips trembled, but even then I could feel the heat of her body, the undeniable pull
of the band, and the way my wolf thrashed for her
I wanted to crush her mouth beneath mine until she drowned in the taste of me. I wanted to drive every memory of my brother’s face from her body until nothing remained.
My wolf surged forward, his voice louder than my own thoughts. Take her. Breed her until she forgets. Breed her until her body remembers only us. She is ours. She is whimpering for us. She needs to be reminded.
f**k. The truth burned inside me like fire. I wanted to angry f**k her. I wanted to grab her by the waist and
stam her down into these sheets until her voice was nothing but broken moans that carried my name.
I wanted to take her in a way that would erase every doubt from her mind, a way that would leave her body so
ruined she would never mistake another man’s face for mine again.
But when I looked at her, when I saw the tears streaming down her cheeks, when I saw the way her chest rose
and fell in shallow, broken breaths, something inside me twisted viciously.
My little kitten. I had made her cry. Not the kind of tears I love to see, not the tears of pleasure when she is shaking around me, begging me for more, but tears of pain. Tears born from my words. I had cut her, and
now she was bleeding where I could not see.
My wolf’s voice tore through me, demanding, punishing, ruthless. Fix this. Do not let her believe that lie. She is ours. We do not destroy what belongs to us. We claim it. We f**k the sadness out of her until she cannot
breathe without us. Until she cannot think without us. Until she knows only us.
I ripped my shirt off, the fabric tearing as I dragged it over my head and tossed it aside. I let her see my body, every scar carved across my chest, every mark of the life I lived before her.
My voice dropped low, as I stared at her trembling against the headboard. “Come to Daddy.”
Her arms folded tightly across her chest, her body shaking as if she were holding herself together with
nothing but willpower.
Her voice came out in tears, raw and fragile but strong enough to hit me where it hurt most. “No, Damon. I am
not coming. You said you wanted to kill me.”
Those words pierced straight through me. She believed me. She believed the monster I had threatened her
with.
My own mate, my own kitten, thought I would destroy her. The bond twisted, choking me with her grief until I
could barely breathe.
I stepped forward, my chest heaving with the force of what I carried inside me, my c**k already straining against my pants because anger and desire always lived side by side in me.
“I am sorry, baby. I should never have said that. I lost control for a second and I let my rage speak for me. I
will never kill you. I will never hurt you like that. You are mine. You are my mate. I swore to protect you, and I
do not break my vows.”
Her eyes lifted to mine, wide and wet, and the mistrust cut me open in ways no blade ever could. She still
doubted me. She still trembled like a girl caught between love and fear.
My wolf growled softer now, pushing, urging, demanding. She does not need only words. She needs truth carved into her body. She needs to feel us inside her until the fear drowns. She needs to be marked, bred,
owned, and soothed all at once. Show her who she belongs to. Show her she is ours forever.
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THate You Damon).
I reached for her, I brushed my thumb across her jaw, pressing against her pulse, feeling the beat of her heart against my skin.
My c**k throbbed, heavy and unyielding, but I held myself back for one breath longer, because she needed to hear it again.
“Come to me, kitten. Let me hold you. Let me put my mouth on you until you forget your tears. Let me f**k you until you scream my name so loud the Goddess herself hears it. Let me remind you that you belong to
me, not in fear, not in doubt, but in truth. Only me. Always me.”
Her lips trembled when I leaned in. f**k, the taste of her. Sweet, trembling, furious, afraid.I kissed her harder, slow enough to torment, deep enough to make her whimper against me, and every sound she made sent my
c**k throbbing against the constraint of my pants.
Her lips parted under mine and I slid my tongue inside, tasting her whimper, tasting the tears that still clung to her. My wolf roared inside me, clawing, growling, his voice low and insistent.
Take her deeper. Kiss her until she drowns. Bite her until she bleeds. She is wet for us already. She is crying
for us. She belongs in our hands, in our mouth, under our c**k.
I dragged my mouth from her lips down to her jaw, slow and hungry, sucking against the sensitive skin until I
knew I would leave a bruise that told every eye who she belonged to.
“Do you feel that, kitten?” I growled against her skin. “That is me. That is your Alpha. That is the man who will f**k you until you forget your name, until you forget your pain, until there is nothing left of you except my
scent, my seed, and my claim carved into your body.”
I kissed her throat, slower this time, dragging my tongue along her pulse, groaning when I felt it flutter wildly
against me.
“You thought I would kill you, baby? No. I will keep you alive forever so I can ruin you every night. I will keep you breathing so you never escape the way my c**k fills you, the way my teeth mark you, the way my hands
hold you down. You belong to me, and I will spend my entire life proving it to you.”
Her arms were still folded against her chest, her tears still wet on her cheeks, but her body betrayed her. Her thighs shifted. Her breath hitched when I pressed my fingers in her p***y. f**k my baby’s wet.
She tilted her chin just enough to catch my eyes, her tears still fresh, her lips swollen from my kiss.
“You said you wanted to kill me some minutes ago,” she whispered, her voice trembling but teasing, raw but
laced with fire. “And now you want to f**k me? Damon, you are so twisted.”
Her laugh turned into a moan when I pressed her hands on my d**k, letting her feel the brutal hardness
straining against my pants.
“Oh f**k, how much I love you. You have no idea what you do to me. You scare me, you ruin me, you make me
want things I should not want.
“And you know what I want from you right now, Damon. Give it to me. Give me head. Put that mouth where ! need it. Suck my p***y until I scream.”
My c**k throbbed violently at her words, every word shooting fire down my spine. My wolf snarled, his voice
savage and wild inside my head.
Do it. Drag her panties down. Bury your tongue in her until she cries for us. Drink her. Taste her. Make her
Hate You Dameul
body forget everything except the way she comes on our mouth
I growled, low and dangerous, my lips grazing the corner of her mouth as I answered. “You want my mouth on you, kitten? You want me to taste you while your tears are still wet on your face?
“You want me to f**k you with my tongue until you can’t breathe?” I kissed her hard, sucking her lower lip until she whimpered. “Then spread your thighs for Daddy and let me worship my mate the way she deserves.
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