Chapter 68 - Unexpected Guest

"I didn't mean to wake you," I said, noticing the new lines of stress etched into his handsome face, even in the dim light. Instead of responding with words, I kissed him. He cupped my jaw and deepened the kiss, making me moan softly as I tasted him. I ran my nails down his bare back, pulling him closer because I needed him.

Damon bit my cheek, then moved down to suck on my neck before grabbing my breasts. His lips played with my hardened nipples, and I shifted to be beneath him. I felt his hardness against my leg, and in that moment, I realized I needed him more than air.

"Fuck," he groaned against my lips, "I need you."

I pushed my panties aside and guided him to my wet entrance. Damon slid inside me gently, as if afraid he'd hurt me.

"You won't hurt me," I assured him, locking eyes. "I can take it."

"Are you sure?"

"Fuck me," I begged, my voice trembling with need. "Please, fuck me."

That was all the encouragement Damon needed. He plunged into me fully, and it felt like my walls were being opened anew. I gripped the sheets and his skin, unsure of how to contain my pleasure. I bit into his arm, tasting blood, while he held my thighs tightly and kissed my ankles as he thrust into me.

When we climaxed, we did so together. The connection was more magical than physical. My mind was completely blown, and we lay there, breathing heavily, savoring the time we had lost while apart. I turned to Damon to ask about his adventures, but he was already asleep.

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The next morning, I got up earlier than usual to ensure everything was perfect for breakfast. I never imagined I'd find myself as a pregnant housewife, arguing with the cook about freshly squeezed orange juice and breakfast options. Breakfast with Damon was supposed to be the highlight of my day before he vanished for another week. I heard his heavy footsteps coming down the stairs a little after ten.

Just before Damon entered the room, a maid leaned in after pouring my coffee. "Will our new guest be joining us today?"

I smiled, though I was a bit taken aback. "New guest? Damon lives here—it's his house...you must be new—"

"She's not talking about Mr. Damon, ma'am. She's referring to, well, her."

From across the dining room, a stunning girl with black hair glided into the room. The first thing I noticed was that she was wearing one of my white silk sleep gowns. She smiled at me with large, cartoon-like eyes. "Good morning."

Her angelic voice was as soft as her pale skin looked. Internally, I was screaming: WHO THE HELL IS THIS?
"Um...who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Valia—um, I thought Damon would have told you by now."

No, he was a little too busy fucking me.

Just in time, Damon cornered into the room dressed in his usual navy suit. He halted once he caught sight of the situation and almost immediately, his expression turned sheepish,” Valia, you’re awake…please, sit.”

I stared with furious eyes at Damon. The girl looking a little nervous chose the seat across from me whilst Damon sat at the head of the table.

“I didn’t get a chance to tell you last night-“ Damon began but I could not stop myself from cutting him off.

“Yeah, obviously not.”

“This is Valia, she’s going to be staying here with us for a while.”
Just like that, Damon dug into his eggs and sourdough like that was all the explanation that I merited. The maid hurried over with a plate of food for the girl whom I still had no idea about.

“Damon-I’m not your captive anymore-don’t you think I deserve a warning or at least a statement?”

Perhaps it was the pregnancy or my genuine rage at the situation but one thing for sure was that I could no longer keep calm.

“The rebels in the east have been abusing their dolls. They refuse to think of them as equals, and so we had to go in and take them all.”

“Where’s the rest of them?”

“Most of them had families we were able to track down. Valia-well, she has no one.”

If he said her name one more time I would surely flip the table with everything in it.

“It’s very kind of you to have taken me in like this. Your home is beautiful. I could never imagine that a human and a wolf could live together like this,” when she spoke, it was like glass breaking in the distance both intriguing and irritating at the same time. I had the sudden urge to roll my eyes in her face.

“You don’t need to thank me. I had no idea you were coming,” I plainly stated.

Damon cleared his throat and bit into another bite of sourdough.

“What are you planning to do with her? She can’t stay here forever,” I reverted my attention to him.

“There are more important things for me to worry about right now, she’ll stay in the guest room until I figure it out.”

My eyes darted back towards the girl. Damon picked me out of all the other dolls, I was destined for him because I was the most beautiful of them all.
Must he have brought another doll here with wider hips and breasts like perky melons?

II lost my appetite, but I continued to pick at my food until Damon finally broke the silence.
“What do you have planned for the rest of your day?”

“Are you talking to me?” I asked, laced with sarcasm.

Damon gave me a look, “Yes.”

“I’m going to the market with Tiffany at 12. I need to pick up some more things before the baby arrives.”

“Do you need cash?”

“No, I have your card, remember?”

“You should take Valia with you; she’s never been to the market.”

That was the final straw. If this were a cartoon, steam would be coming out of my ears.

Damon suddenly stood up. “Take it easy, don’t do too much walking, and make sure Bullet is with you at all times.”

“Are you leaving already?” Even though I was upset with him, our time together was far too short.
He cupped my chin and kissed me, “I’ll try to be back in a few days this time.”

“The baby is due in three weeks.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

He nodded at the girl, who smiled at him like he was her whole world. Damon left, and I was alone with her.

“So…you said twelve, right?”

I let out a frustrated sigh, “Yes. Be ready by the front door.”