Chapter 54

Clara

We got to the house, and I immediately got out of the car, Damon following suit. I rounded the car and linked my arm with his.

“Would you help me cook dinner?” I asked, and he scoffed.

“If you want food poisoning, then sure,” he muttered sarcastically, and I rolled my eyes.

“Oh, come on, I’ll teach you and be there with you,” I murmured, and he sighed as I dragged him into the house.

We went upstairs to change out of our work clothes and then came downstairs. My casual clothes were an old, faded blue shirt and a pair of shorts, while Damon’s were very high-quality sweatpants. Come to think of it, I’d never seen Damon in anything casual before…well, this was casual.

My eyes trailed down him, and I couldn’t help but salivate over how hot he looked in gray sweatpants. Goddess, how could someone be so sexy in sweatpants?

“Clara,” he said, snapping me out of my trance. I turned to him, wide-eyed, and cleared my throat.

“We should get started on dinner,” I muttered, turning and hurrying into the kitchen. I heard his chuckle behind me before he followed.

“What would you like to eat?” I asked, glancing up at him and sucking in a breath when I saw the desire in his eyes.

“You, any day, any time,” he murmured, staring intensely into my eyes. I forced myself to look away. If we had sex now, I’d be too tired to cook.

“Maybe later, but for now…” I trailed off, walking toward the cupboard to see what we had.

“How about pasta or lasagna? We also…” I gasped as he pressed his body against my back. I hadn’t even heard him move.

“We can eat later. I want you now,” he murmured, groaning as my body reacted.

“I won’t be able to cook afterward,” I murmured, biting my lower lip as he kissed my neck.

“I’ll be quick,” he muttered, and I resisted the urge to scoff. Damon was anything but quick.

He spun me around, and before I could argue, he kissed me and lifted me off the floor. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist and gave in to his kiss. How could I fight such sweet pleasure?

He placed me on the kitchen counter, and I gasped when he pulled away from the kiss and took my nipples into his mouth through my shirt.

“I can smell your arousal, baby,” he murmured, groaning before gently biting my nipple. I cried out.

He dug his fingers into my underwear and moaned when he touched my clit.

“Da…Ahh!” I cried out as he began pumping his fingers in and out of me.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” he murmured. My whole body shook as he rubbed my clit with his thumb while still pumping into me.

“Oh fuck! Oh Damon!” I screamed, and he groaned, then pulled away.

I glared at him, and he chuckled before picking me up and carrying me out of the kitchen.

“Where are we going?” I asked, frowning. He kissed my lips.

“I can’t eat you out on the kitchen counter, so I’m taking you to the bedroom.” And he was true to his word.

I writhed and begged him not to stop as I squirted more than ever before. I felt embarrassed at first, but the look in Damon’s eyes made me feel so wanted.

He climbed on top of me minutes later and thrusted into me. I let out a loud moan and dug my fingers into his back as his pace quickened. He placed his head beside my face and muttered sweet nothings in my ear. His moans and slight trembling from pleasure intensified the experience.

I lost count of how many times I came before Damon stilled above me and groaned as he exploded inside me.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured, burying his fingers in my hair. I came again as I felt his seed leaking out of me.

We stayed in that position for a while, listening to each other’s breathing.

“I won’t be able to cook again, and you were not quick,” I pointed out, and he chuckled, kissing my lips.

“That doesn’t matter. Do you want a homemade meal or should we order out?” he asked, gently pulling out and lying beside me.

“How about we go out for dinner? It’s nothing fancy; we can go to the pizza place down the street, and I bet it’s amazing,” I murmured. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“I’ve never had pizza before,” he revealed, and my eyes widened in shock.

“You must be joking,” I said, and he shook his head.

“I’ve never had a burger either. I’ve never ordered out, though Luca does, but I just never had the urge to try what he buys. I’m a picky eater,” he said, and I was stunned. I was just finding out my husband was a picky eater.

Now I understood why, back home, the menu was the same every week.

“But you ate all my food. Did you like it?” I asked, and he shook his head.

“But I ate it because you made it for me,” he said, and even though he’d said it before, his words still made my heart swell.

I leaned closer and kissed the tip of his nose.

“I’d like to share at least one first experience with you, so we’re going out to eat pizza, and if we see burgers, we’ll buy those too,” I murmured, then quickly stood up and jumped out of bed before he could grab me for round two. Content from NovelDrama.Org.

We bathed separately, then changed. Damon wore a black shirt and black pants, and goddess, he looked magnificent. I couldn’t believe this man was my mate and husband.

“Fake husband,” my wolf reminded me, and I rolled my eyes. There was nothing fake about the feelings we were showing each other now, and that’s all that mattered.

Damon urged me to wear one of his shirts and even wanted me to wear his pants, but that’s where I drew the line. I took his shirt and wore it with a pair of bum shorts and sandals.

“How do I look?” I asked, turning to face him. He’d given me a black shirt, so we almost matched.

His eyes trailed down my body, lighting up with approval.

“Do you know why I didn’t want to get you your own clothes?” he asked, extending his hand. I took it.

“Why?” I asked softly as he pulled me close.

“Because I loved seeing you in my clothes. I’ve never liked seeing anyone in my clothes until you,” he revealed, and my eyes widened.

“But we didn’t like each other then,” I murmured, and he stared at me for a while before kissing my forehead.

“Let’s go before the shop closes,” he murmured, dragging me out of the room.

We hadn’t gone far down the stairs when I heard Delilah’s laugh.

“I can see you both are finally done banging your brains out. Make your room—or better yet, this whole house—soundproof. I’m sure everyone could hear,” she called from the living room, and my face burned.

“She’s not coming with us,” Damon grumbled, and I chuckled. We walked into the living room, and my smile dropped when I saw Alicia sitting next to Delilah.

Alicia stared at me with a smile, but I saw the anger in her eyes, and I knew I’d messed up. Delilah noticed my eyes on Alicia and cleared her throat.

“Oh, Alicia…she said she wanted to apologize for how she treated you before, so I brought her with me. I hope you don’t mind, Clara?” Delilah asked, turning my attention to her.

“Yes, do you mind, Clara? I didn’t expect Damon to be here. Weren’t you guys fighting?” Alicia asked. Instinctively, I yanked my hand from Damon’s. He noticed but didn’t say anything; he just grabbed my hand again and interlocked our fingers.

“She minds. Get her out of here, Delilah. You should have asked her first,” he scolded, and Delilah frowned.

“I messaged her, but she didn’t reply because she was busy with you,” Delilah tried defending herself, but Damon was right. She should have called me. Now my cover was blown. Alicia knew everything, and it wouldn’t be long before she told everyone my secret.

I was officially done for.

Chapter 55 - Damon

The car ride to the pizza shop was quiet. Clara hadn’t spoken since leaving the house. I glanced at her; the worry on her face made me frown. What could be going on?

“Did Alicia do something to you?” I asked. She gasped, turning to me with wide eyes.

“No…why would you ask that? She…”

“I’m not an idiot, Clara. I saw your mood change immediately when you saw her. What did she do?” I asked. She stared at me for a while before sighing.

“She didn’t do anything. I’m…I’m just not comfortable with her around,” she murmured, and I hummed. I knew there was more to it, but pushing for answers might make Clara close off again, and I didn’t want that, not after such a good night. I squeezed her hand.

“Don’t let her dampen your mood. Besides, she’s not here; it’s just you and me,” I murmured. She stared at me for a while, then smiled.

“You’re right; it’s just you and me, so I can relax,” she muttered, trying to pull her hand away, but I held it tightly, interlacing our fingers. She glanced up and smiled—a genuine smile this time. Her fingers tightened around mine, and I exhaled a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Maybe she wasn’t going to push me away.

We reached the pizza shop, and the sight of it seemed to visibly lift her mood.

“You have got to taste the deluxe pizza. It’s the best,” she said as we got out of the car.

I interlocked our fingers and led her into the shop. As soon as we walked in, all eyes were on us. In the past, I would have enjoyed the attention, scanning the room for potential dates, but that was the last thing on my mind. Clara was all I could think about.

We reached the counter, and the woman behind it kept staring at me dreamily. I ignored her and looked at Clara.

“You said the deluxe pizza, right? Anything else?” I asked softly, and she smiled up at me.

“Can I get an Oreo milkshake with that?” she asked, and I nodded before turning to the woman, who was frowning at Clara.

“You heard what my wife said, right?” I said coldly. Her eyes widened.

“Yes…I’ll…I’ll get it ready in a few minutes. Would you like a drink too, sir?” she asked. I shook my head.

“My wife and I will share her drink,” I murmured, and the woman nodded.

“One deluxe pizza, one Oreo milkshake, and two straws,” she muttered, and I shook my head. “No need for two straws. Get it done in five minutes; I don’t want to wait long,” I said, grabbing Clara’s hand and leading her to a window table occupied by a couple.

“Damon, it’s occupied. Let’s sit somewhere else,” Clara said when we stopped. The couple turned to us.

“But I want this one. Move,” I muttered menacingly. Their eyes widened. They immediately stood up and walked away, leaving their things on the table.

“Damon, that wasn’t nice,” Clara murmured, and I kissed her lips.

“I never claimed to be a nice guy, little devil,” I murmured, snapping my fingers. The waiters immediately came to clean up. I pulled out a chair for Clara, and she sighed before sitting down. I sat down seconds later, and exactly five minutes later, the waiter brought our order.

“Thank you,” Clara said to the waiter. I saw how the waiter blushed, and my blood boiled, but I said nothing. I looked at the name tag on his shirt: Elijah.

Clara took a sniff of the pizza. “It smells so good,” she murmured, taking a slice and offering it to me.

“It’s good?” she asked curiously. I chewed it for a second before my eyes widened. Shit! It was so good. Instead of taking the slice from her hand, I took several bites, stopping only when I heard her giggle.

“You like it,” she murmured, taking a sip of her milkshake. “It’s delicious too. Wanna taste?” she asked, taking another sip. Before she could swallow, I leaned closer and kissed her, my tongue swirling around in her mouth, tasting the milkshake mixed with her sweetness before pulling away.

“You’re right, it’s delicious,” I murmured, taking another bite of pizza. She stared at me, wide-eyed, her cheeks flushed.

“What?” I asked, and she shook her head, returning to her milkshake.

I had a good time with Clara that night, and for the first time, I didn’t want to go home because I felt her mood might change again if we left. After a while, I knew we had to leave.

We walked hand-in-hand to the car in silence. She was about to pull her hand away, but I pulled her closer.

“Don’t push me away again,” I said. She stayed quiet, slowly staring at me.

“…maybe you should go home tonight. I’d like to be alone,” she murmured, pulling away. I let her go because of the fear in her eyes. What was she afraid of? NovelDrama.Org exclusive content.