Chapter 67

My whole body was on fire, and I craved Damon's touch. I should have been angry, but my body refused to cooperate.

"Hmmm, fuck!" I moaned, grinding against his fingers. God, I'd missed him so much.

"I'll let you come, then you can rest, okay?" he murmured. He captured my hardened nipples through my hospital gown, gently gritting his teeth against them as his fingers pumped roughly inside me.

My body shook as I climaxed. He caressed my core before withdrawing and licking his fingers.

"Let's get you washed up," he murmured. As he stood, my eyes flew to the bulge in his pants.

"I can help you with that," I murmured. He chuckled, glancing down.

"Don't worry, you don't have to—"

"I want to," I ordered. Surprise widened his eyes before he chuckled and walked toward me.

Staring up at him, I slowly unbuckled his pants, pulling them down with one hand while the other rubbed his cock through his boxers. He moaned as he watched me.

I pulled down his boxers, and his cock sprang free, nearly hitting my face. God, I'd almost forgotten how big and thick he was. My core throbbed as I grasped him, eliciting a hiss.

"Go on, baby," he urged. I moved my hand up and down his length, watching his face contort with pleasure. I ached for him.

Wanting to taste him, I took him into my mouth, gagging when he hit the back of my throat. His groan vibrated through him as his fingers dug into my hair.

"Fuck, Clara," he moaned, guiding my head. I gagged repeatedly but didn't pull away. I loved the taste of him, and the pleasure I gave him.

I took him deeper, and he groaned, then stilled before exploding in my mouth. I swallowed his cum before pulling away, staring up at him as he breathed heavily, still clutching my hair.

"Fuck, I've never come so fast before. I could kiss you, but I don't want to taste myself on your lips. Let's go wash up," he murmured, then lifted me from the bed and carried me to the bathroom.

I expected a passionate kiss, but Damon focused on bathing me, his touch gentle.

Afterward, he carried me back to bed and helped me into the clothes they'd brought. It was a simple, comfortable gown. He kept his own clothes on.

"You'll be discharged tomorrow. I don't want you staying here longer," he murmured, settling me comfortably into bed.

Chapter 57

"Are you staying the night?" I asked. He nodded, smiling.

"Of course. You thought I was lying when I said I didn't want to be away from you anymore?" he murmured, kissing my forehead.

"I'll speak with Luca for a few minutes while you talk with Aunt Amelia and Delilah. They're probably worried," he said. Reluctantly, I let him go.

As soon as he left, Aunt Amelia and Delilah rushed in.

"You look so much better, Clara," Delilah said. Aunt Amelia sat on the bed and caressed my cheek.

"My poor baby," Aunt Amelia murmured. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not a baby," I muttered. She rolled her eyes.

"So, it's okay if Alpha Damon calls you baby, but I can't?" she questioned. My cheeks flushed.

"We heard every word, my love. You weren't exactly quiet," Aunt Amelia said. Delilah shuddered.

"I never want to hear my brother moan; that's disgusting," she murmured. I wanted to disappear, not just because of Delilah, but Aunt Amelia. She was like a parent, and it felt strange knowing she'd heard us. I couldn't imagine what they'd heard if we'd had sex.

"No need to be shy; we've all been there, darling," Aunt Amelia said, turning to Delilah, who nodded.

"Yeah, once, but I can only imagine how good it would feel with your fated mate," she murmured. Aunt Amelia nodded.

"It feels so good. Most times, my husband—"

"Aunt Amelia, that's enough!" I yelled, wide-eyed, before she traumatized me with vivid images.

"I'll tell you later," she murmured to Delilah, and I rolled my eyes.

We talked for a while, and I felt better knowing Aunt Amelia and Delilah were getting along. They both meant a lot to me.

"I won't lie; these past few days, when you called crying about Alpha Damon, I began to hate him," Aunt Amelia admitted.

"It's understandable. I love my brother, but even I was starting to hate him. When he cares deeply about someone or something, he looks for any reason to push them away. That's what he was trying to do to you, but he couldn't stay away. You mean a lot to him, Clara," Delilah said. I smiled slightly.

"He means a lot to me, too," I murmured. They gasped.

"Does that mean you've forgiven him completely?" Delilah asked.

"Well, she did suck his dick, so—"

"Aunt Amelia!" I shrieked, and she giggled.

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"I'm glad you made up, but be careful. If he hurts you again—"

"He won't. He wants to make our marriage official; it won't be based on a contract anymore," I revealed. They froze, then squealed.

"Does that mean you're getting a huge wedding?" Delilah asked. I shrugged.

"I have no idea. I'm just happy we can be husband and wife for real this time. Why are you crying, Aunt Amelia?" I asked as she sniffled.

"Because I know how much you want a family, and how much you love him, Clara. I'm so happy for you." Tears streamed down my cheeks. Even Delilah cried.

They hugged and cried, and I watched them with tears and a smile. I loved them so much.

Damon returned, and Aunt Amelia and Delilah left.

"I'm watching you, and I may be afraid of you, but when it comes to Clara, I'll push that fear aside and fight to the death if I have to. Don't hurt her again," Aunt Amelia warned Damon. He smiled.

"I don't plan to. I'll never make Clara cry again," he murmured, turning to me with a smile. I smiled back, but a nagging feeling remained.

Could we really be happy for long? Could I be happy for long?