Oliver Michaels

**Warning, Sexual content**

I could hear the sound of shuffling to my left, waking me up, out of my heavenly, sleeping state. I turned around and saw Damon buttoning up his white button-up shirt, and I frowned.
"Do you have to go to work today?" I moaned out before I gave a little yawn.
He smiled, walked over to me, leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss on my lips.
"Unfortunately, according to my P.A., I have quite an important interview for some talk-show. Then, I have a meeting at around lunchtime. But, as soon as I am done, I will run right back here to you. I promise."
I pouted, wanting nothing more than to spend the entire day with him, and he chuckled.
"I never took you for the clingy type, Jasmine.” He said, running his fingers through my hair.
I smirked up at him, shifted a little and then gripped his arm and pulled him onto the bed next to me before getting on top of him. He looked up at me, startled.
"I am not clingy; I am fucking possessive." I said, before leaning down and running my tongue against the side of his neck where his mate mark was. He moaned and gripped at my hair. I could already feel him getting hard beneath my hips, and I knew immediately that I had him exactly where I wanted him.
"Fuck... fine, maybe I could be a little late for my interview." He said, before he gripped at my arms and then flipped us over. Immediately, he gripped at his drawer, taking out another condom which he held between his teeth as he got undressed to be on par with my already-naked self. Already I could feel the anticipation and wetness gathering between my legs, at the sight of him stripping. He winked at me once all of his clothes were off and then, after placing the condom on himself, leaned himself down to my neck where he began kissing at the skin. His hands began moving down to my breasts as he kissed me, gently grasping at the flesh, kneading at them both with his large fingers and I shivered. He smiled against my skin, and then began biting, sinking his fangs deep into the faded mate mark on my neck. I moaned out loud and began gripping at his soft hair. He growled in response, removed his fangs and began to suck at the mark, causing the wetness between my legs to grow wetter. But it was only when he moved his fingers from my breasts to my inner thighs that I really snapped, and by then, I knew that there was absolutely no stopping the crazy Vixen in me. I growled out lowly and flipped us over so that I was once again on top of him. Damon looked up at me, not surprised, but more curious.
"What is it you want to do to me?" He whispered out lowly and desperately, before biting at his lower lip.
That simple movement of his drove me insane and I leaned in and claimed his lips with mine. Immediately he began moaning in my mouth as my tongue explored and claimed the walls of his mouth. Slowly, my hands began making their way into his hair, and his moans and groans grew louder, making the tight knot in my stomach all the tighter. I wanted more of it though. I wanted him to scream the way he made me scream the previous night. I wanted him shaking and shivering and completely broken by the time I was done with him. But I knew he still had work. So, I removed my lips from him, and hovered over his hard, erect shaft, before gently lowering myself onto him.
"F-fuck! Jasmine that feels so fucking good..." He moaned out with his eyes shut tightly. He was now gripping at the pillow beneath his head to keep him sane. I, on the other hand, gripped tightly on his shaft, guiding it inside of me and allowing my wet walls to enclose around him. It was still uncomfortable, as expected, but not nearly as uncomfortable as the previous night and, after a moment, I managed to get all of him inside of me and let out a loud moan at the feeling of him filling me up.
"D-don't move yet, or I'm literally going to cum..." He muttered out.
It was such a turn-on to see him underneath me, completely engrossed in the feeling he got from being inside of me, and it only made me wetter, and tighten around him.
Slowly, I leaned forward, and placed my hands on his hot chest. His heart was pounding against his chest so hard that I thought it would literally tear out from his body.
"I'm going to take you now." I whispered.
He opened his eyes which were now heavily lidded and then nodded.
Slowly I began to move my hips against his and immediately he let out a string of breathy, desperate moans and he gripped harder at the pillow. It took a few thrusts of my hips before it began feeling good for me too, and I began letting rip a few loud moans of my own, allowing them to mix with his. Slowly, I then leaned down and began gliding my tongue against his neck which was now exposed due to the fact that his head was thrown back onto the pillow. As soon as I did that, I felt him twitch inside of me.
"Do you like that?" I asked against his neck.
"Y-yes Jasmine. M-more... I want more..." He uttered, and I took it as a sign to quicken the pace, now moving my hands to his hips and digging my fingers into them as I held them down into the mattress.
"Ah... y-yes! Just like that J-Jasmine. Fucking j-just like that... hah!" I was sure that by now he was being driven insane with pleasure and he began letting out heavy, shaky pants every time I thrusted against him. Yes, the springs of the mattress were definitely going to be worn out in no time.
I began gripping on his shoulders tighter as the tight feeling in my stomach and the tightness of my walls around him only increased. In all honesty, I was being driven mad too, and the fact that Damon was so loud and vocal was not helping me.
"Oh, fuck J-jasmine. Rougher... fuck me rougher!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. By now I was sure his whole pack could hear him begging for it.
So, I gave him exactly what he wanted, thrusting harder and rougher and faster until I could feel Damon practically ready to explode inside of me.
"D-Damon!" I yelled out as I neared an orgasm, and I began clawing into his shoulders, spilling blood from down the skin of his shoulders to his bedsheets and he dug his claws into the sides of my hips as he gripped at them with hot, shaky hands. The feeling of pain and pleasure was absolutely euphoric not only for me, but him as well, and slowly I began to grip at his hair and tug at it hard before kissing him in between our moans. It didn't take long for us to reach a shared orgasm and as soon as the pleasure ripped through my body, tears began stinging at my closed eyes and I bit at my lip, savoring the feeling before falling gently onto Damon's chest.
"... Fuck, that was so fucking hot. You on top of me, dominating my body... Fuck!" Damon mumbled out, curling his toes and dragging his feet across the sheets as if still in a state of euphoria.
"I am definitely coming home as soon as I'm done with that meeting... in fact, I think I might even leave early. Just the thought that you will be waiting for me here at home is going to drive me mad today."
I was glad that I had this type of effect on Damon and that he had such an intense effect on me as well. It was absolutely carnal, animalistic and sexual, but still it stemmed from the fact that we both cared for each other, which made it all the sweeter.

Damon had to get showered and dressed all over again, and by the time he actually did leave the house, he was already a good two hours late for his interview. He didn't complain though, it was, as he said, "worth it".
By the time I'd managed to get out of bed, it was way passed breakfast- this was intentional on my part. I managed to get myself out of the shower and dressed. It was no easy task; Damon had truly taken a lot out of me and even my werewolf body couldn't deny that.
Chester was downstairs as always and greeted me with a bright smile, told me breakfast was in the kitchen and then left me to my own devices. Unfortunately, Andrea was in the kitchen, and as soon as she saw me, she froze.
I sighed, then said, "Good morning Andrea."
She cleared her throat and surprisingly responded with a, "Good morning, Jasmine. I have made you some breakfast, it's on the table-" she then hesitated.
"Something on your mind?"
She looked up at me, and then said, much to my surprise, "I am sorry, for the way I treated you yesterday. It's just... you are quite different."
I smirked, and said, "Don't stress about it. I am... an acquired taste, and not everyone is expected to like me. But I'm glad the air is clear, Miss Andrea."
She looked taken aback for a moment, and then recovered, returning to her pots silently.
Once I had finished breakfast, I took the opportunity to go and watch some television, it had been quite a while since I'd just stared at a television screen and let my brain relax. Unfortunately, however, none of the channels seemed to have anything conducive and I was about to turn it off, until I saw Damon. This must have been the talk-show interview he was talking about. Immediately I turned the volume up, eager to listen.
"So, Mr. Michaels, you have returned back home after a well-deserved vacation, but not without bringing back a special someone. Am I wrong?"
Immediately a picture of Damon and I in his car showed up. The picture was quite dimly lit, and although you could not see me quite clearly, you could definitely see Damon in his grey sweatshirt.
*Shit.*
I wondered how on earth someone could have even caught us in the parking lot, and then remembered that here, everyone knew of Damon. That was just great, while I was trying to conceal my identity, he had no choice but to wear his out and in the open.
The heavily made-up, brunette woman then appeared again on the screen and so did Damon, sporting a surprisingly convincing poker face.
"Well, that would be my sister." He replied.
The woman looked closer at the picture and then looked back at Damon. "Sister?"
"Yes, I'm sure that although my sister has tried to keep her identity a mystery to the press, everyone does know that she exists, and that would be her in that photo."
This seemed to stump the woman who stared at him with her mouth gaping.
"Was that the reason for this interview?" He asked, quite sternly. I could see his classic rage-filled expression appear on the surface of his face.
She looked around, desperately and then shook her head. "N-no... um... ad break?"
I laughed silently to myself. It wasn't abnormal for people to try to pry into Damon's personal life which he tried his utmost best to keep private. Even when I was working for him, there were always people watching him, constantly trying to find anything they could about how the famed Damon Michaels lived his life. We would just need to be more careful when being together, that I was certain of.
I was about to change the channel when I heard a knock on the door. I knew for a fact that it was not Damon, he was still clearly trying to outwit the television industry. Perhaps it was London or one of my friends still temporarily staying here.
"I'll get the door Sir!" I yelled out to Chester.
"Okay Miss Jasmine."
I quickly walked towards the door, clutched at the handles and then opened it, revealing a strikingly handsome young man with extremely dark hair, light brownish eyes and wearing a pleasant smile across his face.
"Hello, can I help you?" I asked politely.
"Wow, are you not quite the intimidating looking young lady. You look like you've walked right out of an action movie." He chuckled, trying to make small talk and then dug his hands into the pocket of his expensive jeans. But I raised my left brow and folded my arms across my chest before repeating, "Can I help you, sir?"
Immediately he stopped chuckling and gazed at me in curiosity.
"Right, I see you have quite the personality as well. My name is Oliver Michaels, and you must be Jasmine, Damon's mate."

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