We belong to Each Other

Deaken had finally driffted off to sleep after some time, I slipped out of his hold returning to my own room. I am in desperate need of another shower. Deaken had also ruined most of my clothes, so I had to sneak into my own room in the shadows. Stepping out of the darkness Damon was standing in my room, looking out the window. I hadn’t realized how late it had grown.

The moon hung high in the sky, its silver light spilling through the window and casting a serene glow over the room. Damon’s silhouette was a still figure against the backdrop of the night, his attention fixed on the world outside. I paused for a moment, watching him, appreciating the quiet strength he exuded.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I whispered, breaking the silence.

Damon turned, his eyes reflecting the moonlight, a soft smile gracing his lips. “You didn’t,” he assured me. “I find it hard to sleep these nights, knowing what’s to come.”

I nodded, understanding all too well the restless anticipation that haunted us. “I needed to clear my head,” I said, moving closer to him. “The air in here feels… charged.”

He reached out, his hand brushing against mine, sending a shiver down my spine. “The energy of the impending battle,” he mused. “It affects us all, in different ways.” He gave me a grin; I am sure he knows where I have been all day, but I still am unsure how this relationship will work between all of us.

I let out a sigh, feeling the tension ease from my shoulders under his touch. “How do you do it?” I asked. “Stay so calm when everything is so uncertain?”

Damon’s gaze was steady, a beacon in the tumultuous sea of my thoughts. “I focus on what I can control,” he replied. “And I trust in the strength of those who stand with us.”

His words were a balm, and I found myself drawn to the comfort they offered. “And what about after?” I ventured. “When the battle is over?”

“We’ll face that together,” he said, his voice a promise in the darkness. “No matter the outcome, we’ll find a way through.”

The assurance in his tone was enough to bolster my spirits. “I am afraid not all of us will survive the battle to come Damon.” I spoke of my fears because I have already come so close to losing him.

Damon’s hand found mine in the darkness, his grip firm yet gentle. “It’s a fear we all carry,” he acknowledged. “But it’s the love for each other and for our home that drives us to stand against the odds.”

I leaned into his embrace, allowing myself a moment of vulnerability. “I can’t imagine a world without you in it,” I confessed, the words barely a whisper.

He pulled me closer, his arms enveloping me. “Then let’s fight to ensure you never have to,” he said, determination lacing his voice. “We’ve faced darkness before, and we’ve prevailed. This time will be no different.” I sucked in a deep breath savoring his every smell. “We need to feed; it will make us both stronger.” He spoke moving my hair to the side.

“Damon,” I draw out. “I should show,” I tried to argue with him even though I feel it is pointless.

“I can see the mark he left on you,” He breath out holding me tighter in his grasp. “I know what you have been doing all day.”

He licked my mating mark sending shockwaves through my body. It felt so amazing but also so wrong. I know they both agreed to this but still I feel as if I shouldn’t want both of them like this. Even if they are both my mates, I feel torn between the two, they are so different from each other. Maybe that's because I should have found one while I was living and the other once I was dead.

Damon bit down on Deaken’s mark sending pleasure through my body I was about to cum when he pulled away. “He may have you now, but I will have you forever.” He bit down on my shoulder once more allowing me to find my release.

I screamed out, throwing my head back as I came apart in his hands. His skilled fingers pushed their way into me pumping hard and fast like some kind of punishment.

“I am going to remind you who you belong to Caroline,” he growled into my ear as I cum again and again. The pleasure so intense I almost wanted to beg him to stop. Almost, this possessive side of him was new, but I wanted more.

Frantically I started to remove his clothes, once his chest was bare, I bit down on the first bit of flesh I see. I sucked hard creating the same feeling he has coursing through me. He finally let go of my shoulder as he moaned out loud for me. I gave me the opportunity I was looking for. I pushed him down onto the bed jumping on top. It was like he had started a feeding frenzy inside me. I bite again gathering as much blood as I can before I make my way to his pants.

I ripped them off exposing his hard cock to me, nothing would have stopped me even if they wanted to in that moment. I place him in my mouth swallowing him down. My reward was a string of cause words as his hips bucked under me. I squeezed his thighs sucking harder moaning around him. I could feel him pulsing in my mouth about to cum so I didn’t stop. I sucked like my life depended on it. I wrapped my tongue around the head bobbing my head up and down.

His hands found my hair yanking on it hard. "Caroline,” he pleads with me. “I am going to cum. You have to stop.” He chocked out but that made me want it more. I kept my pace until I swallowed every last drop of him.

I may belong to him, but he also belongs to me.