Picture of Blaze

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Damon's P.O.V

I am going on a date with my mate.

I sink my teeth into my wrist to stifle my groan of joy that slips past my lips. I close my eyes, letting my head rest against my door as my chest thumps uncontrollably within my chest. 

I look down when I feel something heavy on my foot, smiling easily when I see that it's Blaze. I bend down, sweeping him up in my grasp before moving further into my apartment, my movements sliding from side to side as I wiggle him in my hands.

"I'm going on a date," I tell Blaze who's ears immediately perk up at my words. "It's a date, I promise." Blaze's eyes widen as if feeling equal joy at the prospect of it. 

I set Blaze down on my bed and struggle to strip with speed. The second my boxers hit the floor, I'm in the shower and letting the cold water drown me in its chill.

I didn't really need to take a shower since I had this morning, but it wouldn't hurt to make sure I was perfectly clean. Will may not have a thing for scents like wolves, but I still prided myself on always smelling presentable.

I still couldn't believe we were going on a date. When Will called me out on my shitty attempt to be subtle, I basically swallowed my tongue in surprise. I thought I heard wrong or imagined it, but I hadn't and that shit almost took me out. 

It wasn't that I didn't want to go out with Will, I was the one who brought it up. It was more that my body couldn't take the possibility of transitioning from a friendly relationship to a more involved one. It was a mixture of happiness and terror if I was being honest. 

For one, every inch of me was more than pleased to take a step closer to strengthen our bond as mates. It meant I could, with time and his permission, follow my urges and stop spending most of my time trying to fight it. It meant we could deepen what we were meant to be, the thought alone brought irreplaceable pleasure pumping its way through my veins.

But on the other side, in deepening shit meant that I found myself deeper in shit I wasn't prepared for. I still shivered uncomfortably at the thought of another guy's package, still felt misplaced when considering mating him. I was cool with kissing him, or thinking about it. But I wanted to, I knew that much. I just needed a bit more time, for us to keep taking things slow like we've been doing.

I hope.

I don't waste any time finishing up on my shower, drying myself briefly before wrapping a towel loosely around my waist. I run through the small space, hair still dripping wet as I looked at the clock for the time. I still had twenty minutes before Will and I would meet like we'd agreed earlier.

I pick up my unpacked duffles and dump them on my bed, burying Blaze in his own little makeshift version of heaven I knew he loved. I pick up various shirts, looking at them before throwing them down with disapproval.

That plaid one always looks nice on you - Theo peeps up when I hold the black and grey shirt up, I growl at it and throw it down. Or not...

It's not usually this hard - I complain, confused at my mind's inability to make a simple decision like what shirt I'd wear.

You don't usually care - Theo offers, the smile clear to his voice but I could hear a spec of pride as well.

Well nobody was ever Will - I reply in agreement.

It made sense in an obvious way that I wanted to please Will, even with something so mundane.

Everything is black or grey in here, Will does better with bright colors. I complain angrily, rage building pointed in Mekhi's direction for packing all my favorite clothes.

Dear Goddess, help this poor, adorable pup - Theo whines making me frown deeply before I can reply a knock rattles against the door.

I growl lowly at the sudden visit but make my way to the door nevertheless, I swing it open and freeze when I find Will standing on the other side. His ready smile slips slowly as his eyes move from my face, tracking their way down to take in my appearance. I hold still, feeling heat embracing my neck at falling under the scrutiny of my mate.

I force myself not to cover myself, hoping and praying to Goddess herself that he was pleased with me. My mind tries to quell my worries by reminding that he probably couldn't see everything, but I dismiss it because my mind is an asshole.

Will's throat bobs as he swallows tightly, his eyes remaining on my abs, not even bothering to glance up to my face as he opens his mouth to speak. His mouth wobbles as he tries to formulate words but fails, the little fumble making Theo howl with deep delight which ripples through the both of us.

"I didn't realize it was time already," I say leaning back to check the clock when hung in the kitchen, a frown filling in my features when I see that it wasn't time.

"I-It's not that." Will splutters when he eventually finds his words again. "I came to ask you about clothes." 

"Clothes?" I question with a raised brow.

Will bites his lips when he realizes what he said, he slaps a hand over his face and drags it down slowly with a huff. I chuckle lightly at the cute action, tighten my grip on the door handle to stop myself from reaching for him.

"I meant, how should I dress? Since you refuse to tell me where we're going, can you at least tell me how I should dress for it?" Will explains exasperatedly, his eyes holding mine in a desperate act to not get distracted.

I didn't even know how to dress myself, now I was supposed to help him?!

Besides, dressing in relation to an occasion was a human thing. Most wolves didn't share the trait and didn't really indulge in it, we dressed the same for pretty much everywhere we went. I'd wear the same thing to the market as I would a pack gathering or a formal ceremony, but then again, that may have just been me. 

There was that one time Hagen and I showed up in shorts and relatively clean shirts for an Elder's Climb while everyone else was in button-ups and had on their nice shoes. I didn't really have nice shoes though, plus I hated elders, so it was a lost cause from the beginning.

You're getting distracted - Theo scolds bringing me back to reality, a slight pain remaining at the memory of Hagen. Tell him it's jeans appropriate.

"The place is jeans appropriate, don't worry." I relay, hoping that Will ould understand this lingo that I didn't. Will nods with a small okay before he backs up into his door, his eyes flick down one more time before he slips back into his room.

I close my own door, heart light with excitement and return to trying to pick something that would please Will. I smile when I see Blaze rummage his way through the clothes before appearing on top, he stares up at me for a good five seconds before flopping over to the side with contentment.

"I'm happy too."

(A.N - if you got time, go watch the video of Bunny flops on YouTube (the 2-minute long one), it's too fucking cute)

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I force myself to breathe normally, letting Theo's pep talk resonate with all the doubtful parts of me and curl my fist, knocking gently against my mate's door.

"Coming!" Will calls, his voice causing my heart to hiccup with glee.

The door swings open but I'm met with Will's back as he tries walking out with the weird dog hot on his heels.

"I'll be back soon Sassy." He pleads as he tries closing the door, she was putting her mouth between it and whining. "Don't you want the place to yourself? Please Sassy, come on."

Will continues his little begging fest with the dog, who kept giving him the best puppy eyes she could muster. Then the bitch glanced across at me and had the fucking balls to glare at me as if she weren't the one holding our date back. 

I glare back, flashing her my canines which I let descend. She whimpers and pulls back, running into a desolate corner to hide in the house. Will closes the door before she can change her mind and turns to me in time for me to hide my canines.

I smile at him and he sends a small one back, cheeks filling as he gripped the keys in his hands.
I let my eyes travel down his small frame, pleased beyond measure to find him just as breathtaking as always.

He'd styled his hair in a manner in which it curled at its tips, looking soft and natural somehow and wore a large, red turtleneck that seemed to be made of yarn and way too big for him, but somehow it fit just right.

"Shall we?" Will asks, his smile was vibrant and kind.

I offer him my hand and to my surprise, he takes it with only a brief moment of hesitation. It warmed the deepest parts of me to know his trust in me was growing, the pacing didn't matter because it was still growing.

His vibrancy traveled to me through our hands as we walked with equal measures of nerves and excitement.

When I press the button for the garage instead of the main lobby, Will frowns before glancing up at me, searching for an explanation. I don't bother answering, tugging him forward once the doors open. I take us right up to the car Mekhi arranged for me, I didn't think I'd need it but now I was nothing but grateful for it.

"I didn't know you had a car," Will says with surprise as I walk him to his side of the car. I try to open the door for him but he wacks my hand away. "Stop being a gentleman, I'm losing my cool attitude."

I chuckle at this and leave him to get in himself. I slip into my side and smile at the feeling of the engine purring to life. I'd always loved driving, even though my type of driving often got me in trouble in ways I didn't like dwelling on.

"So I take it we're going out of town?" Will asks after buckling in, he knew as I did that everything in this silly, human town was in walking distance.

"If that's okay with you," I reply turning to face him. "I know somewhere else that's in town we can go if not."

"No, it's fine." He says with a nod that seemed to be more for him than me. "It's fine."

"Are you sure?" I press, hating the thought of making him uncomfortable.

"I'm sure." He confirms with one of his mesmerizing smiles.

With that, I put all of my attention into getting us to point B as safely as I could, precious cargo accompanied and all.

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Small fingers tighten around my own when we approach the perfect restaurant I'd spent scouting for. I look down quickly to find Will, curling himself tighter against me while his chest races a mile a minute.

"What's wrong?" I ask quickly, glancing around for the cause of his sudden panic.

"I haven't been outside at night for a long time," Will confesses, words fragile with misplaced shame. "It's harder than I thought it would be."

I'd picked up on this from the fact that Will never left his apartment except to shop for food and go to work, all of which was done during the day. He'd also hinted at it when describing the way he saw, with the fact about the light helping with his perplex state of sight. 

But I'd also prepared for this.

"We're almost there and I got us a private room with a lot of light," I promise as we approach the Japanese restaurant I'd gotten reservations at weeks ago. "We can go back anytime you want."

"No. I want to... just need to get inside." He explains, slightly frustrated with himself.

I nod my understanding, tightening my grip on his hand and take him inside. I make sure to open the door for him and settle him where he wasn't at risk of coming too close to anyone else in the busy waiting area.

I really wasn't one for nice shit but I could admit that the place was nice enough.

The waiting area was easily decorated with loose bubbles which hung from the room in a particular order to create a makeshift chandelier, the lounge sofas were low and long to hold as many people as the place attracted.

"Damon Calderon." I offer to the receptionist, hand still tightly bounded around Will.

He'd calmed down in the space with the abundance of light which allowed him comfort, but the discomfort only strung itself in a new direction at the number of people in the waiting area.

"Right this way." 

Will comes easily, following as if I was the only person who could offer him escape. It worried me to see him in this state, so anxious and nervous amongst others, his confidence dwindling without a fight.

I wanted to question him about it but I knew tonight was not the night for this and this definitely was not the place to try and get him to open up. For now, I could only be here for him and offer him support in the best way I knew how to, though I feared it wasn't enough.

The worker leads us to our room before leaving with the promise of returning when we're ready to order.

The Paper Kites - Tin Lover
(I seriously recommend playing it on repeat for remainder of chapter if you can)

Will audibly gasps as he steps into the room, standing beside me his beautiful eyes gleam as they take it all in.

The room was a space made specifically for two, a perfect size wooden table at the center with comforting sitting throws and pillows circling it. Allowing the pair to choose where and how close they sat. Towards the outer corners of the small room, scentless candles flickered offering more light to the installments in the ceiling.

Will lets go of my hand as he takes a hesitant step forward, as if expecting the room to disappear if he did something wrong. He circled the wooden table with obvious thrill, his eyes surveying the numerous utensils which were laid out before dancing away to the candles and then back up to me.

My lips part, a breath pushing out as I stay a willing captive to his eyes which held nothings but grace. My body imprisoned by a pure type of happiness which I wanted to see on him every day. Seeing it now, made everything else that'd troubled me seem so futile when going up against this.

This was perfection in its rawest form and was presented as my mate, I could melt at his feet with that look.

"Damon," Will sighs, his voice trembling to battle the emotion behind it. He swallows and smiles in efforts to hide the water in his eyes. "This is so not a jeans appropriate place."

I can't help the laugh that bellows out of me, my heart full and content with him here. Will flops down onto one of the cushions with a little squeal, his eyes bright with innocence as he smiles up at me. He offers me his hand, the gesture taking me by surprise, but I don't let myself overthink it. I take his hand and let him pull me down to sit beside him.

The space between us comfortable and close enough for me to feel his warmth while taking in his perfect smell of honeysuckle. The mixture of my mate making me shiver, body rattling with bliss.

"So Calderon huh?" William asks, his eyes peeking over his menu to look at me, holding nothing but mischief in them.

"Yeah, Calderon," I reply with pride.

It along with Heil was a name which represented power in the world of werewolves, it spoke of greatness and a legacy of the best wolves.
Will couldn't help not knowing that but I could only hope that one day I could teach him about my people and that'd he'd like them as much as I did.

If Goddess was really kind, when he learned about how great we were, maybe he would grow to hate humans as well.

"What's yours?" I ask offering him my full attention.

"Ugh, it's so basic." He groans angrily, hiding himself back until the long and tall menu. I let my index finger sit on the top, sagging it down to reveal my hiding beauty. I give him a look that said I wouldn't let it slide, making him sigh with defeat. "It's Evans. My name is William Evans."

"You're right, it is basic," I reply, removing my finger to let the menu flick back up just in time to hide Will's offended expression. "But it works, William Evans has a nice ring to it."

"Not as nice as Damon Calderon." He retorts, setting down the menu already deciding what he wanted. "It unique and sounds special."

Theo puffs up his chest, trotting around with a lighter step while chuffing happily. I pat down his eagerness despite the way his enthusiasm sprouted within in.

I track the menu with angry eyes as I try to understand what the things on this meant. I picked this restaurant because of its reputation but that decision seemed to be kicking me in the nuts now because I didn't get any of the stuff on here. I liked sushi but it seemed like the menu was littered with specific delicacies which extended my basic knowledge.

I jump slightly when Will presses his thumb between my eyebrows, I immediately glance to him and find him giggling.

"I knew it, you're frowning." He cheers in achievement. "The question is why."

"Don't really get any of what I'm reading," I confess hoping he'd be willing to order for me.

"I'll act as a translator." Will offers before reopening his own menu.

My lips raise slightly with aggravation at the stupid menu in his hands, I had hoped he'd just come closer to me and try to read off of mine. 

"Do you know what a Sashimi set is?" Will asks as he explores the menu.

"Where's that? I can't see it." I reply while staring directly at the curved writing which read 'Sashimi set'.

"Third page, bottom right." Will offers, glancing up at me.

I make a show of turning the pages a couple of times, letting myself settle on the desert section.

"Not seeing it," I reply making Will huff. He sets his menu down and scoots himself closer to me, causing his shoulder to rub against mine as he tugs my left hand down to better peer into the menu. 

"You're not even on the right page Damon." He complains before flipping them himself. 

I let him babble on about the different types of sushi, giving him enough attention to be truly responsive but also dazed enough to enjoy the feel of him so close, his rich scent and his luscious voice. 

Heaven, I was in heaven.

The waiter eventually returns and Will orders for us, rippling off a bunch of shit I didn't understand for the both of us, only requiring my input for what I wanted to drink. He smirked with a snort when I said water, before ordering something else for himself.

He settles back into his relaxed state once the woman leaves, sadly not returning to our earlier position where most of his weight was on me, a physical sign of dependance amongst wolves. I try not to let my disappointment show as he looks at me, big blue eyes seeming even brighter against the red he wore.

"Is red your favorite color?" I ask making him glance down at his attire with a smile, his fingers curl around the edges of the sleeves, his neck hidden beneath the plush fabric.

"Yeah, easy to guess." He replies with a blush that complimented the shirt. "I take it black is yours?"

"Yeah mostly, if not, dark greys," I confirm and he nods.

I don't mention the fact that I was slowly beginning to adore blue.

"So Damon Calderon," William begins with a fiery determination that was adorable even through its aggression, making me smile easily. "Why on earth would you bring me to a Japenese restaurant if you don't understand even the most basic items on a Japanese menu?"

"Because William Evans, I know that you like Japenese food," I reply with a fair share of his attitude. He seemed stunned at the response, frowning a tad bit.

"How?" Will asks tentatively.

"Well, whenever we eat together with the tv on, you always have it on The Food Network. But you only pay attention when there's sushi, rice, miso soup - whatever the fuck that is, and some kind of fish." I explain in memory. "A bit of Google lead me to Japenese."

Will stares at me like a fish himself.

Lips parted as his wide eyes were stretched even bigger, his heart wasn't racing but it wasn't its usual thumping pattern either. I couldn't smell or scene any strong emotion from him to tell how he was feeling. I frown at the sudden blank wall I was facing, not knowing if I said too much.

"You noticed all of that... from a couple of nights together?" Will asks with a softness to his voice which I wasn't sure how to react to.

"Of course I did," I reply slightly confused.

Was it not normal for humans to pay attention to the ones they were pursuing? Was it strange to try and make them as happy and pleased as possible?

It was something normal amongst wolves, especially around family. It was the reason I pushed down my annoyance to go out with Hagen sometimes to try new foods with him, it was the reason I trained Josey whenever she asked, no matter how tired. The reason I trained the pack, even though I didn't want to, because it made my dads' job a little easier. The reason I scarred all who ever hurt Levi and the one I got Peter Mr.Fluff.

To make them as happy as possible.

But Will seemed just as surprised by this sentiment as my family did, it made me wonder if I was strange to practice it.

Maybe, things wouldn't have gone so badly if I didn't. Maybe I would be able to pick up my phone and not just stare at it when all the lights were off. Maybe I'd be stronger, strong enough to face the ones I loved the most.

Maybe things would go back to normal.

"Damon Calderon," Will says as he shifts closer to me, letting his soft fingers trace my face. I close my eyes and sink into the comforting touch of his hand knowing he could see how it delighted me. When I open my eyes, Will is smiling softly at me, his small palm cupping my cheek. "You are too good for this world."

I cling onto those words for the rest of the night. Holding them tight as Will and I fall into a blissful state of peace with one another, laughing and smiling, arguing and deliberating. When the food came, the words still circled in my mind, they made it just that slight bit easier to breathe.

We ate slowly, both of us silently swelling the time we had together for as long as we possibly could. We shared the platters William ordered, eating the food in the light and company of one another. He educated me about what was before me, urging me to try things despite the way my nose rejected some of it. There was some I loved and others I hated, either reaction made Will happy.

William relaxed into the space as the night went on, relaxed into me, letting himself expose brief glimpses into the parts of him which he kept buried deep inside. He spoke about his job, his love for music and his love for Sassy. He kept his hand on some part of me whenever he could, vital to keep his sight of me in check while unconsciously feeding my need to feel him.

By the time dessert came around, we were pliant in another's company. Will leaned against me freely, his head resting on my shoulder as he rubbed his stomach through his red, knitted yarn with a groan.

"I don't think I can eat anymore." He grumbles when the waitress sets the food down, bowing before promptly leaving.

"You're the one who demanded the chocolate stones and sundae." I remind as he sits up and leans over the plate of his own choosing.

"That was before, this is now." Will protests. "Present William can not live up to Past William's expectations." He explains. 

Then he glances at me with a look that could send me over a clifftop in a heartbeat. Any argument left in me, faded away as I pulled the plate to me and began eating slowly. Sensing his victory, Will retook his position against me, both of his arms wrapped around my left one as he curled into me, his knees pressing gently against my thighs.

It seemed that in this space, with only the two of us and no prying eyes, Will let himself go. Shed all his worries and ripped down his cautious tape, knowing he could trust me. With that, his body caved into mine in the manner it was supposed to, his mannerisms boosted by comfort. But not his mental state, he still kept that locked up and I knew that would require a lot more work, work I would gladly put in. 

It was a feeble state I made sure to handle with care, knowing by tomorrow, it may be gone.

Will's small hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me from bringing a spoonful of ice cream to my lips. I watch as he pulls my hand down until the spoon reaches his parted lips, he swallows the spoonful with a hum of satisfaction before letting it pull from his mouth. He sweeps his tongue over his lips, releasing my hand and lifts his eyes to meet my own.

The only sound I can hear is the loud thumping of my heart perfectly in tune with his own as we stared at one another. Want and need pulsing through me, my eyes helplessly darting between his lips and his eyes. His beautiful, beautiful eyes that never ceased to amaze me.

Will's eyes dart down to my lips, his breath hitching as he draws himself closer. I lean down the same moment he does, catching the moment his eyes flutter shut with acceptance. 

Then there's a knock on the door, one that pulls us apart just as quickly as we came together.

I feel my canines drop with anger as Will withdraws slowly before calling for the waitress to enter. I lift my eyes to hers, letting her see the pure rage in my gaze and the will to kill her for destroying something I didn't realize I wanted so badly.

She avoids me, handing Will the bill before scurrying outside. I try not to growl as Will withdraws to sit up. He sends me a sympathetic smile before taking the spoon from fingers, he scoops up the last bit of the sundae before offering it to me. I open my lips enough for him to feed me, but the look of anger doesn't dissipate.

Will laughs but doesn't say anything else. Simply reaches for his wallet, prepared to pay. I grab the bill from his grasp and simply smile when he frowns with displeasure.

"I'm paying," I say clearly, leaving no room for argument.

"We can split it at the very least." He retorts but I shake my head, placing my card between the leather flaps and closing them. "Damon."

"My treat, enjoy it," I reply, pressing the button to call the waitress back. 

She comes back and takes the holder from me with shaking hands, her eyes refusing to meet my still furious ones.

Will simply pouts his disapproval but doesn't argue any further, I place enough spoonful of the sundae that remained to his lips to bring back his smile as he eats it with happy eyes.

Will didn't struggle as much to leave as he did to enter, possibly because there were fewer people or because he was still smiling as we walked together. He kept close to me all the way to the car and kept a hand to mine the entire drive home.

We didn't speak the entire way, not for lack of words but because of no need for any. It was nice. Just being and existing in such an easy manner, I wanted to always be this happy, to always have Will with me.

Will kept both hands wrapped around mine as we walked through the garage of our building, leaned against me as we went up with the elevator and kept his grasp tight as we walked down our familiar hallway. When we reached our doors, I turned and tugged gently for Will to face me, he obliged without protesting. 

His eyes search mine as my thumb brushes over his soft skin, a small smile still resting on his lips as he swayed a little.

"Did you have a good time?" I ask hopefully, needing to know that he was truly happy.

"The best time." He promises as his swaying slows, his hand still tight in mine. "This has been the most comfortable I've felt with... anyone, in months." 

The confession takes me by surprise. It both amped me up with pride but agony with knowing he'd been suffering for so long. Will doesn't let me contemplate his words for too long as his smile stretches playfully.

"It's the end of the night." He whispers in the form of a reminder, his eyes glowing with need as he stepped a little closer. 

I smile back at him and pull one of my hands from his to hold touch his face. He doesn't flee from the touch but accepts it as he sucks in a small breath. I caress his face, being gentle with my newfound treasure before leaning down to bring my lips to his ears. I let my fingers trail down to the dip in his neck and settle there.

Will stiffens as I invade his space but quickly relaxes, his body vibrating at the proximity as mine did. A dangerous shiver raking down my spine to pull me closer to him. I let my lips hover for a moment, taking in how strong his scent was here and loving it.

"It was a date," I whisper finally and catch the moment he trembles against me.

I pull back only slightly, giving him enough time to push me away, but when he doesn't I press my lips gently to his cheek. I savor the feel of this velvety skin, closing my eyes as Will's hand holds onto my shoulder for support, tight and needing. I let the kiss linger for a moment longer before pulling myself back.

I wanted to place that kiss to his lips but William was a complex creature. I knew by now not to push, to let him take things at his own pace and respond accordingly. My needs came after his and I had to remember that, no matter how hard it was to not claim him.

Will's eyes meet mine, lush with the emotions which were surging between us, uncontrolled and demanding. His eyes dart across viciously at mine before he lets his hand slip around my neck, tugging me down just as he pushed himself up, bringing his lips crashing against mine.

Electricity rockets through me, making me tremble against Will as he releases a small whimper of satisfaction, the sound making my mind blank with nothing but need lurching through me. Our lips hold one another, moving slowly as our bodies adjusted to the new action. I let an arm slip around the small of his back, bringing him closer to me and he gives in effortlessly, arching against my hold as both of his hands bracket my face in his hold. 

He moves first, lips pushing harder against mine as his fingers held me close. I return his pressure with my own, letting his lips mold against mine as everything inside of me ignited like forgotten fireworks. My heart racing in beat against his as we let ourselves have what we wanted for so long, but never permitted. Sparks ripple through me as Will pushes up further on his toes, trying to find more as I pulled him closer needing much more.

Will's hands relax their hold on my face, he lets them fall away, letting our lips move without direction. Instead, they take position around my neck, his feet settling down as we kissed slowly and in sync with another, our bond strengthening with every passing second.

I press forward, and Will slips back, allowing me to back him up until his back met his door. Another soft whimper pushes past his lips while a deep moan escaped my own, every muscle in my body tight and greedy for my mate. Will finally parts his lips and I don't waste a moment, taking his invitation with complete gratification.

He tasted sweet, just like all other things about him, his taste sweet like gentle honey that matched his scent in name. It made me moan again at the sheer delight it caused me. I needed more of it, knew I could no longer live without it. Our tongues caress gently, small, precious whimpers escaping Will as he pressed himself closer to me as if trying to merge us together. 

I push into him and take more of him, taking all his was willing to give and enjoyed every second of it unabashedly. And Will gave, he gave and gave and gave. Reaction to every touch and caress with more, his confidence growing as he demanded more from me, knowing I'd give him anything his heart desired. Yet he was still soft with his needs, he wasn't rough or heated, he was slow and preserved it, teaching me to do the same. Teaching me to appreciate the pleasure that came with preserving this moment.

A moment I would remember forever.

When our lips finally pull apart, Will desperate for air, I can't help but press light, quick kisses to him. The action making him giggle in the best way as he pressed a gentle hand to my chest to tell me to stop. I listen and rest my forehead to his, panting slightly as he did. My body still jolted by the force of him, the entire scene leaving electricity running through me with a need for more.

I look at Will, smiling the moment I catch a smile already waiting on his lips. He pulls back enough to look me in the eyes, his now a little gentler than before, their sharpened edges softening as he looked at me. 

He leaned in and kissed me again, I sunk into him and smiled happily at the feel of having a happy, willing mate in my arms. Someone that was all mine and enjoyed me as much as I enjoyed them.

Someone that could possibly love me as much as I would love them. 

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This is without a doubt, my favourite chapter I've written for the book to date. Like, I really enjoyed this.

Thoughts?????

I really hope you did like it.
Hope you liked the date and the kiss at the end, I was internally screaming the whole time I wrote it.

Vote and comment if you wish, it makes me happy, the commenting more than the voting.

Damon is just too fucking good for this world. ugh I love him and little Will too 💕😍

I will be posting Master's first chapter tomorrow. (It is not Peter's book)

Until next time,
Byeeeeeee humansssssss