Hybrid Aria 1-4

Lily POV

Layla pushed herself faster and we heard the roar of his car engine before we heard him take off tearing off towards town.

“You better not let him win Layla” I warn her, and she takes off. Once we hit the houses I am surprised at how fast and lithe she is on her feet, she made running look easy as she jumped fences and made turns, I thought she would skid out of control. Not once did she stumble or make a mistake and god damn, she was fast! When we hit the centre of town. I could still hear Damien’s car in the distance, racing to beat us. One more street and an alleyway to go.

Layla dug her paws in faster and I could tell she was finding every part of the race thrilling, she wanted to beat him, and I could feel she wanted me to trust her and this was one way she wanted to try and show me I could. One way she wanted to prove she would always have our backs. We skidded to a stop out the front of the pack house before quickly shifting and running inside before anyone could see us naked. I was laughing hysterically with Layla as she did a victory dance in my head, bouncing up and down with her tail wagging.

Going upstairs, I turn the shower on, needing to wash the itchy grass and dirt off. I was still chuckling to myself as I washed my hair when I heard the door downstairs open and shut. I giggled when I smelt his scent waft up to me. I listened as he came up the stairs. Turning to face the bathroom door, I waited in anticipation before it opened. Damien had a smile on his lips.

“You look quite happy for someone who lost,” I tell him.

“Somehow I think it was a win-win situation for me,” He says before removing his pants. I watch as he moves into the bathroom. His eyes filled with lust as they burned into me. Damien steps into the shower, his chest pressing into mine before I feel him grab me, making me squeal at his sudden movement. I quickly wrap my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist as I am pressed against the shower wall. He groans into my mouth as his lips crash against mine hungrily.

His hand left my ass moving up before squeezing my breast. His rough hands squeezing and palming my breast while his lips move to my neck nipping and sucking on my skin. I kiss the side of his face before leaning my face to his neck and kiss his skin and I feel him shudder, before he moves back to my lips. His hand wraps around my throat as he pulls my face to his. I feel him go to turn and I wrap my arms and legs around him tighter, so I don’t fall. Feeling his erections pressing against my lips which are slick with arousal.

He turns the shower off before walking into the bedroom. He dumps me on the bed before climbing on top of me, and I shriek.

“Damien let me up, the bed’s getting wet”

“That’s not all that will be getting wet” He growls next to my ear. His lips go to my breast as he bites down hard on my nipple. His hands moving down my body and I feel him kiss my stomach before settling between my legs.

“Hmm You smell so good” He says before I feel his hot tongue part my lips, licking a straight line from my ass to my clit. My back arching off the bed and he pushes my legs higher draping them over his shoulders. I feel my stomach tighten at the intense pleasure building up, my skin becoming flushed as it heats.

Damien grips my hips holding them in place as I buck against him. I grip his hair trying to pull his face away but all he does is groans and the vibration nearly sends me over the edge.

Damien slips a finger inside me and I moan at the sudden intrusion before I feel him slip it out adding another. I grind my hips against his face and fingers. Damien’s tongue moving faster, flicking over my clit when I feel myself reach my peak and come crashing over the edge, my juices spilling onto his tongue as he licks me clean and I moan loudly.

Damien then crawls up the bed before flopping down beside me and pulling me against him.

I rest my chin on his chest.

“Good?” He asks, making my face flush with embarrassment and he chuckles softly. My fingers traced one of his scars on his chest. He watches me as my fingertips brush softly against his scarred skin.

“How old were you when you got these?” I ask looking up at him. He stares up at the ceiling. His jaw tenses as he grits his teeth.

“Nine” He says.

“How did you get them?” I ask and he looks at me.

“My father” He answers shortly, not adding anything else and I can tell it’s not a topic he likes talking about.

“Is that why you killed him?” He doesn’t answer, just looks at me before looking up at the ceiling.

“Some people shouldn’t be parents” He says, and I can tell he is off reliving some nightmare memory.

Sitting up, I climb on top of him making him look at me. His hands rubbing my thighs before I lean down and kiss him. He seems shocked at first before kissing me back and his hands grip my thighs tightly.

“Lily, if you don’t want me to fuck you. I suggest you get off” He says against my lips. I kiss the side of his mouth before kissing his chin. Moving to his neck I nip at the skin before kissing it softly. He turns his head giving me better access to his neck and I feel his breath hitch. I hesitate before Layla’s voice pleads with me.

“Please Lily, mark him, he won’t leave us. I promise” Layla urging me to mark him, she wants to be tied to Damien.

“You don’t have to Lily. I want you to, but I can wait” He whispers. Making all doubt leave me. I kiss his neck before I feel my canines protrude and press against his skin before piercing his neck.

I taste his blood as it rushes into my mouth and his grip tightens as he groans loudly, his fingers digging into my thighs. I pull my teeth from his neck before running my tongue over it sealing it, when I suddenly feel all his emotions rush into me. Overwhelming me and I sit up.

Damien’s face studying mine, I could feel he was trying to figure out if it was me or Layla that marked him. Looking for any regret of what I just did, but I knew he would find none.

“I love you” He says brushing his thumb over my lips.

“I know you do” I tell him, kissing his thumb before he pulls me down on his chest, hugging me tightly against him, his fingertips running up and down my spine softly.