24: Meaningless

**Sexual content within this chapter**
**Jasmine**

I awoke surrounded by the calming scent of rosewood, expensive cologne, aftershave and a touch of maple syrup. The room I was in was dimly lit with moonlight and decorated with things which were not mine−a vintage, silver clock on the wall which ticked and ticked and ticked, a glass desk in the corner of the room stacked with papers and books and magazines, and a gorgeous blue chair placed neatly under it. Slowly, I sat up in the sheets, unable to allow myself to conclude what all of these things meant. My efforts of denying all of this were in vain when I saw the devil himself waltzing into the room with a towel in hand, ruffling up his gorgeous, straight black hair which now had a shiny sheen of wetness coating it, along with a few small water droplets here and there. My eyes then began to glide over the rest of him. He was wearing nothing but a towel hanging loosely around his hips. His skin glistened with water droplets and was steaming from the hot water of his shower. Admittedly he looked as though he were the epitome of sexiness and I found myself staring at him for a while, totally lost in his movements. After a few moments of watching him ruffling his hair, he finally picked up on my careful gaze and froze, meeting it.
"You're awake?" He put the towel down and started searching through his cupboard. That's when I saw it−three large scars decorating the skin on his back. My breath hitched when I saw them, but I made no attempt to question the marks at all. Once he found what he was looking for, he tossed it to me−a grey hoodie. I glanced at it for a while, unable to believe that Damon could ever wear something other than formal attire but took it anyway and placed it on my body which I now realised was absolutely naked.
"You were out for three days." He mumbled. That was when the memories came crashing down on me and I immediately rushed out of his bed, almost falling to the ground.
"Timmy!" I yelled out. But I didn't get further than two more steps as Damon snaked his arm around me and pinned me to the bed.
"Calm down, Jasmine, he's okay"−he then sighed and said−"but you're not."
I managed to get him off of me and he tugged at his towel, tying it around himself tighter. We were now both standing a few feet apart from one another, having a little stare down.
"I don't need you telling me what I am and am not. If I say I'm okay, then I'm fucking okay. Stop acting like you care about me and my emotions. Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to see Timmy."
Once again, I made a move towards the exit, but he held his hand out to stop me. "Jasmine, you better calm down. It's past 11 p.m. I don't think that the hospital will even let you go in to see him. You can go tomorrow."
I sighed, realising that he was right, and took his hand off of me. Slowly I began to calm down and I set myself on his bed. I was still a little weak and getting angry was not helping my situation much.
"How'd I get here anyway?" I asked picking at the pale blue bedsheets.
"I found you." He then reached for something next to his cupboard and then threw it onto the bed. It was my handbag and clothing. "I tracked you with these things. Don’t worry, I cleaned everything myself seeing as I didn’t want your ‘items’ to be discovered. You're welcome." He said, and then quickly tugged on a pair of underwear and a pair of loose sweatpants−totally different to what I was expecting to see him dressed in. He tossed the towel, leaving him standing there, still half-naked and showing off his artistic masterpiece of a body.
I gulped and looked away before saying, "I didn't say thank you," I then cleared my throat and shook my head. "I am going to go back to my room."
But, by 'going back to my room', I actually meant continuing my hunt for that bastard, Andrew. Clearly, I was three days behind him.
He shook his head no, already picking up on my growing hostility. "You’re not in the right frame of mind, Jasmine. I think it’s best you stay here for the night."
My jaw dropped at his comment. As if he cared what frame of mind I was in. All Damon cared about was fucking up everything in my life, and for him to act as though he cared made me sick and angry.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to stay here with you." I growled at him.
He growled back in response. "Look, Jasmine, you not only made one, but two headlines. Firstly, as the 'Masked Psychopath', and secondly as 'Raging, Giant Wolf Torments Town '. Do you honestly expect me to believe that you're not going to go out, right now to find the person who attacked Timmy? Come on Jasmine, I came here to get you back home, not to have you locked up in prison." But it wasn't until his next few words that I finally broke. "I know you feel guilty for not being there for him, but it isn't your fault. You have nothing to feel guilty about."
The tears began cascading down my face and my body started to jerk uncontrollably. He didn't understand because he didn't know. He didn't know who I was, the type of work I did, and he didn’t know what happened to the people I loved and who loved me. I was irresponsible for allowing myself to care for that boy, because I knew that the people I was reckless enough to love, all got hurt. I was a bad luck charm and the years’ worth of guilt was now like a giant bullet-sized pill. It was hard to swallow, and so I chose to swallow something else instead, something easier. I stood up, gripped Damon impulsively by the neck and pulled him towards me, placing my lips on his. For a second, just a second, I didn't think about the all-consuming guilt or the fact that I was once again better off not loving anyone. But he pulled away right after that second and stared at me in shock and concern. It was refreshing to see him so invested in my mental state for once in his life.
"What the hell are you doing, Jasmine." I didn't want to feel this way anymore. I wanted- no, needed this distraction, and he, unfortunately was the only person who could actually help distract me. Damon shook his head as I tried to lean in again and let go of me. "I told you, you’re not in the right frame of mind."
Maybe I was, because I was just about to make my next bad decision.
"Look, Damon, I won't lie and tell you that I'm okay. Unlike you, I don't tend to hide the way I feel or hide when I'm vulnerable. Yes, I do feel guilty and it’s eating me up inside. So, before I make any more utterly horrific decisions that could possibly land me up in a grave, I am asking you−no, begging you to distract me."
His eyes softened, but he covered it up, quickly, hardening them with thick, familiar hazel walls. I couldn't let him hide that soft side of himself again. Just for one night I needed it, one single stupid night. So, I gripped him by the chin and stared straight into his eyes, "You keep covering up every time you try to be gentle. But I promise you, after tonight I'll pretend as though I know nothing about it. It will go back to the way it always has been. I promise."
I could see how conflicted his eyes looked as he shook his head and turned away from me, breathing heavily and tugging at his damp black hair.
"You don't get it Jasmine. You don't understand me at all. I'm trying to make you hate me−"
"Why!" I wanted so desperately to hear it come from his mouth. Maybe then I'd have an easier time processing the thought of Damon being an actual person with actual emotions.
"It's none of your business."
Clearly, he wanted himself to stay the cold man I assumed him to be. Maybe it was safer for him too. But I was now drawn into this whole game of questions and no answers.
"So why come here if all you wanted to do was make me hate you? Why follow and chase me if all you want me to do is run away from you over and over again?"
Again, he needed to answer this for me. And to my surprise he actually did. He turned around, with glowing red eyes and said, "Because I can't fucking stay away from you. I want to. I want you and I to pretend as though we’re strangers and I want you to continue to live your life in this peaceful little bubble you’ve created for yourself. But I can’t. And it's partially your fault too. I expected you to have run away by now and disappeared again, like you did the first time, but you're staying put, and playing my game. And that's what is making it even more difficult for me to stay away."
I gulped, reached down to the hem of his hoodie and pulled it up over my head then threw it to the ground. Damon raked his eyes all over my body and they shifted between hazel and red, both glistening with heated lust.
"Then tonight, don’t stay away. When I make a promise, I keep it... so please Damon, help me to forget everything, in a way that's meaningless. In a way that we can both forget tomorrow."
He bit his lip, closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, revealing lust covered hazel eyes. "Fine," he said grabbing me close to his body. My heart raced rapidly when my nakedness made contact with the hot skin of his chest. "But you will not mention tonight, ever. Is that understood, Jasmine?" He said this lowly, threateningly.
"Yes, Alpha."
He smirked and picked me up. I opened up my legs, allowing them to snake around his naked waist and placed my lips on his as he walked us to the bed and gently placed me down on it. He towered over me and raked his eyes over my body hungrily. Already I could feel the traces of my inner Vixen tearing to take control. But I couldn't let that part of myself take control of me, nor could I let the wolf inside of me come to life with it. And so, I asked him to restrain me with the rope I had in my bag.
"Are you serious?"
"You know me, Damon. Within a matter of minutes, it will be me on top of you. So, restrain me so I can let you help me to forget."
He nodded, grabbed the ropes and tied me to the bed. I was not sure how far we'd get with them, but I'd make it a point to enjoy him too much for myself to want to gain control of the situation... I had to if I had any hope of making the guilt disappear, even for a little while.
When he looked at me, it was different, gentle. He slowly leaned in and kissed at my lips, sweetly− as though he just wanted to taste at the surface of my skin.
"I'll make you feel so good that every time you see me, you'll have no choice but to want me and the things I'm going to do to your body. You won't be able to escape me, just like I can't escape you."
I felt heat pool inside of my stomach and a tight, intricately tied knot formed. Slowly, he ran his fingers down the sides of my bound arms and then glided them against my collar bone, down to my chest where they stayed, both cupping my breasts and sending electricity through every ounce of my skin. Sometimes this mate bond wasn't so bad.
My breath hitched and he smirked as he leaned down, taking my left breast into his mouth and squeezing the right with his hand. I loved the feeling, and it was doing an excellent job of making me forget. All I could concentrate on was the way his tongue flicked along my nipple and how his fingers softly caressed the other. I moaned out lowly and arched my back so he could take more of my body into his mouth and hand.
"Do you like that, you dirty,*dirty* girl?" He asked, removing his mouth from me and then staring at me, his eyes shifting colours, but still holding that soft look which was now mixed with a hint of mischief. I bit my lip and nodded at his comment as ripples of desire shot throughout my whole body with every single syllable which left his impeccably skilled tongue. He chuckled and kissed my skin, from my breasts, slowly moving them down my stomach. He smirked when he got down to my hips and then opened his mouth. But, contrary to what I expected, he brought his mouth up to mine, shoving his tongue into it and letting it dominate me with his deep, husky moans. His hands then began moving down my abdomen and finally between my legs. He gently ran a finger along my entrance, I moaned loudly in his mouth making him smirk against it, and then bite at my bottom lip. He then moved his finger more passionately against me, running it gently and teasingly against my clitoris and I arched my back, totally mind blown at the intoxicating feeling. I'd never felt something like this. Never. The more he touched me, the more I wanted. My moans were now resonating against each wall within the room as he moved his fingers harder and began laying wet, hot kisses against my neck, occasionally leaving a bite here and there. I thought the feeling could not get any better when, after a few more delicious kisses, his fingers were replaced by his tongue which glided, and flicked against me. Eventually he inserted it right inside of me and I could feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head as my hands struggled and wrestled against the restraint of the ropes and my hips buckled. I wanted to touch him, to run my hands through his wet hair as he tasted me, but I knew that the second these restraints were off, he'd lose this perfect opportunity to 'put me in my place'.
Suddenly he removed his mouth from between my legs and smirked at me. I growled in response. "Don't t-tell me you want to t-tease me!" I yelled moving my legs along the sheets.
He smirked and shook his head before saying in a low, sexy voice, "I want you to moan my name like you're singing a beautiful little song. I want to hear every single syllable slide off of your sapid tongue in that sexy, sexy voice of yours, deeply laced with your uncontainable, insatiable lust. And if Alpha Damon approves, then he'll let you have exactly what you desire, my naughty little Jasmine. I'll let you cum for me..."
There was a dark look in his eyes which were now fully red. It was carnal and making me wetter than I already was. I could tell he was enjoying this just as much as I was. And so, I nodded. He shook his head at me and said, "I want you to say 'Yes, Alpha,' like you did when we began this. Can you do that for me?"
Then, he inserted his finger once again, against my entrance, removing it slowly after a few gentle strokes and then glided his tongue across the glistening wetness now coating his finger. Once he’d had a taste, he licked his lower lip slowly and tugged at it with his teeth. It was, admittedly the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed in my life and had me even more needy than I was before.
"Y-yes, Alpha."
He smiled and dipped his head right between my legs again. "That's a good girl. Be nice and obedient for your Alpha."
He proceeded to stick his tongue inside of me, now licking and tasting with more force. I gripped at the rope and tilted my head back as I moaned out, "Ah… Y-yes Damon! More! More D-Damon!"
I had no control over my body now. He did, and I didn't care what he did with it, as long as he allowed me to reach that orgasm I was so desperately chasing.
"More what Jasmine? Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you and your body."
I hissed, annoyed that he once again had stopped pleasuring me. But I knew he was a stubborn man, and he would not give me what I wanted if I didn't ask.
"I... I want you to make me c-cum for you Damon. Please!"
That seemed to really get his attention as he gripped my thighs and threw them over his shoulder and placed his mouth more passionately against me, sucking and licking and now releasing small moans which rippled through me, edging me closer and closer toward a climax. Eventually the knot in my stomach tightened up into a hot, tight ball of anticipation, and within seconds I released a long, loud, "Damon!" as I felt my body shake and release the most exquisite feeling ever.
It was as though I was in a state of absolute ecstasy. The air around me felt light and soft and so did the bed sheets. The knot that was once in my stomach had become undone and I was now cumming into Damon's mouth. He let his tongue slide against me once more time before he removed his lips from my throbbing self. Then looked me dead in the eye as he glided his tongue slowly around the edges of his mouth and across his lips as if trying to tell me how delicious I tasted. I had no idea Damon Michaels could be so... sexy. No, that was incorrect. I had no idea about Damon Michaels in general, despite working for him all those previous years.
He moved towards me and unbound my wrists. I could barely move, and just lay there, underneath him, watching him closely.
"Did that feel good?" He asked, getting off of me and looking for the hoodie I had dropped on the floor. He tossed it towards me, and I tiredly shrugged it on.
"Surprisingly yes." I said calmly, now back to 'sane' Jasmine.
He let out a little chuckle, before looking me dead in the eye. The gentleness I saw only moments ago was now replaced by that classic stern expression. "Not a word about this tomorrow" −he then turned around and exited the room after he let out another− "not a word."
And just like that, the clock stroke midnight and we were back to our crazy, dysfunctional relationship dynamic.

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