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Williams' P.O.V.

Everything felt so good.

Every touch, kiss and caress given to me was like a precious gift that made my body tremble from all the pleasure.

Pleasure, it was all I felt all the time and I loved it.

There were plenty of those heady moments where I could only think of having more of my mate, more of Damon. I wanted him inside of me, leaving his mark on me in whatever way he could. I wanted him to bite me and fuck me, to leave his cum inside of me and then do it all again.

There were times when that was all I could think about.

But those moments were fleeting with how he took care of me, making sure I was always satisfied and giving me, even more, when I wasn't. He never failed to make me feel like one whole sensitive bundle of nerves that reacted to him and only him.

My body and its pleasure belonged to Damon in every way, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Looking up, I suck in a shallow breath when my eyes find my mate's piercing, deep blues that had me focused in his sights. In the partially lit room, they seemed to glow even brighter than usual as Damon studied me intently.

The weight of his body pressing into mine made my heart race with the feeling of being dominated, and the need to be owned. His thick erection rubbed against my hole, teasing me painfully with the precum that ran down my crack, making me whine for him as I tried to get him inside of me.

Damon growls lowly, holding me firm and stopping all movements that weren't his own. His canines gleamed at me in a way that should've scared me but it only made my toes curl with anticipation.

I lean my head back into his touch and lick my lips hungrily when Damon slips his fingers into my hair, holding me in place for him, as he descends for a taste.

The moment his full lips brush over my own, I let myself moan for him, enjoying the rush of shockwaves that rippled beneath my skin from just the feel of our lips meeting.
The kiss was painfully slow and careful, but I enjoyed it all the same as our lips fell into a familiar caress, searching desperately for even more of each other.

Passing my tongue over the lengthy canines, I shiver happily when Damon growls once more and thrust his hips against me in response. I do it once more before I open my mouth for him and let our tongues meet in a fierce dance of lust.

Damon sucks on my tongue lewdly, the motion making my cock strain desperately to experience the same attention down there.

Reaching my hands up, I wrap my arms around Damon's shoulders tightly and lock my legs around his waist, caging every inch of him against me. Instinctively, he begins to rock, dragging that tempting cock against my hole while providing my dick with some much needed friction.

I meet his thrust steadily, rolling my hips just right to make us both moan into our kisses. Needing more, I pull him even closer to me, letting my nails drag across his skin and revelling in the way it made him groan above me.

"Damon," I moan against his lips as our hips move in a perfect rhythm, "fuck me."

The thrusts stop to my displeasure, but before I can protest, Damon pins my hands to either side of my head and kisses me fiercely.

It was rough and full of need, nothing close to the sweet kisses we'd shared moments ago.

This was all need and power, almost bruising with a force that made an orgasm suddenly crash over me. My entire body squirms beneath Damon's while I bask in the pleasure of yet another dry orgasm, something that had been happening more often than not.

Damon kisses me through it, and doesn't stop even as I whimper and moan happily, though I was already aching for more.

When he finally pulls away, he didn't quite look the same, something in his eyes seemed darker and more primal than before.

"You are not making this easy for me William," Damon says in a deep tone that made me hole clench, wanting him to full me there.

I wanted to ask if it was Theo, since only he used my full name, but I could tell even in my dazed state that it was still Damon. Something was just different about him, but I couldn't bring my mind to figure it out, I was too busy trying to remember how breathing worked.

"I'm trying not to lose control," Damon grinds out through clenched teeth, the bite in his harsh words making me whimper, "but you're tempting me."

I wanted to say sorry, only because I didn't like it when Damon was mad at me. That felt worse than anything else I could imagine, I much preferred it when he was happy with, or touching me.
But I wasn't sorry, not at all, because I wanted him to lose control. I wanted him to fuck me, to bite me and make me his in the most carnal ways he could imagine.

I wasn't sorry at all.

With my chest beating rapidly against his, I take in a deep breath and swallow before I try to speak, "you can... do whatever you want with me."

"Will," Damon warns, eyes piercing.

"I want you, all of you," I continue even as he grip around my wrist grows tighter. "Give me more. I can take it, promise."

Damon pulls away from me, getting off the bed and moving away from me. I sit up to follow him, but don't get far when his fingers wrap around my right ankle. He drags me to the end of the bed and turns me around so that my head was hanging over the edge of the mattress.

Opening my mouth, I welcome Damon's cock as he shoves it down my throat. Some combination of obscene sounds triggered by lust and arousal fills the air; Damon's came from the pleasure of my wet mouth, and mine from the taste of his arousal running across my tongue.

I falter and release a startled sound around his cock when he lifts my legs and wraps his own lips around my leaking cock, his fingers brushing teasingly against my hole that was already wet with his precum.

I cum immediately.

Trembling beneath him, I struggle to breathe around the cock still lodged in my throat as spurts of cum shoot from my own, coating the inside of Damon's mouth.

My legs shake and squirm as I ride out my orgasm, that seems to carry on for an eternity. It didn't help that the scent of Damon's musk was so close, filling my scenes the same as his erection filled my stretched mouth.

Damon doesn't let up on his administrations, even as I try to escape him, too sensitive after just cumming. He licks and sucks me greedily, taking me in whole before retracting to circle my swollen tip with his tongue.

"Damughn," I beg around his cock and finally he pulls off of me, leaving my cock wet with his saliva.

Then he begins thrusting.

Deep, slow, unrelenting thrusts of his hips, driving his cock in and out of my mouth and down my throat. I open up for him, closing my eyes to enjoy the feeling of him taking me like this.

Precum ran across my tongue as I dragged it along the pulsing vein beneath his cock.

Fuck, he tasted so good. There wasn't a name I could put to how he tasted and he certainly wasn't sweet, but it was Damon, and the taste of him, that was all sex and strength, made my mouth water for more.

"Oh fuck," Damon moans, his thrusts picking up momentum, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Cum fills my mouth as Damon's hips stagger and he finally gives me his cum. Driving himself into the hilt, Damon holds me steady and cums down my throat.

I swallow around him, though some of it still escapes from the corners of my mouth. As I lay moaning and dripping for him, the only wish that remains is that he'd done this inside of my other hole.

When Damon pulls out, he steps back and I finally open my eyes to look at him. His cock was still hard, his balls full and tight against him as if he'd cum again, coating my face the way he'd done inside my mouth.

The thought makes my head spin.

Raising my fingers, I collect the cum I couldn't swallow and lick it clean from my fingers before I roll over and climb off the bed. My legs were weak and shaky and I'd barely managed more than a step, but Damon pulled me against him before I could fall.

Looking up at him, I lick my swollen lips making his eyes dart down to track the action before they flick back up to me.

"More," I whisper making Damon's jaw clench in response. He lifts me up, holding me with ease and I wrap my legs around his waist, "I need more."

"I don't know how much longer I can last," Damon manages, even as he presses me to the opposite wall and ravages my mouth.

Hopefully, not much longer

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"I'm not hungry," I protest as Damon slides a playful of lasagna in front of me.

He sets one of those stupid pills and a glass of water beside the steaming plate before he offers me a knife and fork. "You are, you just have to take the first bite."

"But I rath-"

"Please eat," Damon asks gently, wearing a hopeful expression that shot straight through my defences like an arrow, making my heart squeeze once it found its target, "for me."

Taking the cutlery from his hands, I nod begrudgingly and start to eat slowly. Damon smiles happily and kisses me on my head before he steps away to start cleaning up.

The distance it put between us was like a physical blow and I wanted nothing more but to follow after him, but I knew that Damon wouldn't be happy if I did that right now.

It was one of my intervals through the heat and he wanted me to eat so that I could keep my strength up, while he used the free time as always to quickly clean around the suite.
I watch him as best as I can while he travels quickly between the bedroom and laundry room, changing the sheets and cleaning all he could against the time.

"Don't forget to take the medicine," Damon calls over his shoulder as he disappears into our bathroom.

I take the pill and gulp it down with a mouthful of water. So far they hadn't done much for me besides make me crazy sleepy, but Damon said they were important and he took them too so I didn't fight him on it.

I wasn't sure how long it had been since the heat started, it felt like only hours, but I'm sure it'd been longer than that.

It was hard to tell with how cloudy my thoughts were.

I felt as if I was under some amazing dream all the time and even though I knew somewhere that it was my reality, I couldn't quite take control of myself or my actions whenever the heat took over.

There were intervals like I was in now, where I could think enough outside of my mate to actually do things. Damon usually directed me and I listened because I wanted him to be happy with me.

Maybe if he was really happy with me, he'd finally fuck me.

(A/N - Heat Will is coming for Kalem's money, like this is just how Kalem thinks and I'm dead)

Whenever it came around, all I could think of was Damon.

Which I didn't mind at all, even though Damon seemed to want nothing more than for the heat to end as soon as possible. I knew he didn't want to mate me like this and I knew somewhere in my head that there was a good reason for it, but right now, I just couldn't find it in me to figure it out or care to.

I just wanted him to get inside me and stay there as long as he could.

"How's the food?" Damon asks as he fills himself a glass of water, drinking it down quickly before getting another.

Looking down, my eyes widen in surprise when I find almost half of it gone, maybe I really was hungry.

"Really good," I answer with a small smile that grows when he comes back to my side and runs a hand through my hair.

"Dad can really make a good lasagna," He replies as he slides into the seat beside me, taking one of the blue pills for himself.

"You're not eating?" I ask between bites.

"I ate while you were sleeping this morning," He reveals making me frown deeply, "Don't give me that face."

Looking back at my plate, I frown at the food instead. I hated it when Damon left my side, and I hated it even more when he did it when I was sleeping.

I knew it didn't make sense because I was unconscious, but my mind and body become very uncomfortable whenever he wasn't around.
And it only got worse when I woke up and he wasn't beside me. I always knew he was in the suite always, but it still made me upset.

"You're fucking insatiable most times you're awake. When you're sleeping is the only time I can get around," Damon explains, his voice light and slightly amused, but I don't stop my frowning.

A phone rings suddenly making our conversation come to a halt as we both look up with expressions of equal confusion.

It wasn't any of Damon's ringtones and it certainly wasn't one of mine, it was a constant ringing that seemed to be coming from the living room.

I watch closely as Damon gets up and follows the sound, stopping at a landline I hadn't even realised was there. And by the look on Damon's face, neither had he.

"Uh.. hello?" Damon answers cautiously.

Damon's features go from confused to more confused in seconds as the person on the other line speaks.

"Colson, I didn't even know there was a landline here," Damon says before there's more speaking, "Yeah, and I appreciate that, but now isn't the best time."

(A/N - For those who forgot, Colson is the guy in the armoury Will and Damon talked to about leaving the knives Damon made)

Annoyance spikes in my chest and spreads itself throughout my veins at the mention of another man talking to my Damon. I hated being jealous, hated the sick feeling it caused me to feel and I usually tried to avoid it, but the heat was making it especially hard not to engage with the dark emotion.

Get a grip, William.

I knew Colson. I met him and he'd shown literally zero interest in either Damon or me, or really anything for that matter. There was no reason to feel jealous that Damon was speaking to another guy, I could handle him giving his attention to someone else for a bit... I could.

Silence echoes in the suite for a few moments are Colson continues speaking from the other end.

"Wait, seriously?" Damon asks, his confusion making way for disbelief, "for my knives? More than two hundred, are you sure?"

There's more speaking again before a shaky smile stretches across Damon's lips.

"Holy shit," Damon whispers breathlessly as he passes a hand through his hair.

My eyes snag on the blonde roots his fingers pass between, they were seriously starting to grow in. 

I try to make a mental note to remind him to dye it again soon, but I couldn't quite manage it with the way my skin was heating up again, my brain becoming a messy tangle of thoughts.

"No, y-yeah. I'll be happy to," Damon scrambles excitedly, "thank you so much, Colson." He looks at me then and the excitement fades a little as his eyes dart around my face. "Just not right now. Yeah, I'm not sure when it'll end. I'll call you when things have settled down."

Shifting impatiently on my seat, I grip the edges of the leather and force myself not to get up and go to Damon. He knew what I needed and he'd give it to me, I just had to be patient. Making him get off the phone by sucking him off while he spoke would only make him upset, so I wouldn't do it, no matter how tempting that sounded.

The heat may be setting back in but I could just manage enough control over myself to stay put.

"Okay, yeah I'd appreciate that," Damon says in an effort to wrap up the call, "Thank you again, Colson... bye."

The second Damon gets off the phone I head straight for him, hugging him tightly with soft hums of my pleasure as a wave of satisfaction runs over me. I just needed to be close to him for now, feel his skin on mine.

"Good news?" I ask breathlessly.

"Yeah, I'll tell you about it when this heat is gone," Damon replies as he hugs me back, his touches soft and full of love, "You looked like you were going to bite my fucking head off."

I grumble my annoyance into his chest before I press soft kisses to the skin, "I didn't like you talking to him."

"Colson's a literal brick wall," Damon replies.

"Doesn't matter," I protest angrily as I inhale him deeply, "You're..."

"I'm all yours?" Damon teases as I look up at him, his eyes full of mischief.

I lick at his right nipple before replying,  "yes."

Damon's eyes immediately darken at the action, his mocking smile fading away as his jaw tightened slowly. I lick the nipple again, keeping my eyes locked with his before I suck on it gently.

Damon curses softly, his grip on my waist tightening as he watches me circle the hardening nipple with my tongue. I bite his nipple gently, nothing to hurt, just for him to feel the scrape of my teeth. Damon shivers in response while his cock hardens against my thigh.

I kiss my way across his skin to the opposite nipple, sucking and licking it once I find it waiting for me. Slowly, I raise my hand to my tongue to make the palm wet before I let my hands trail down Damon's body, slipping pass his pants to caress his growing erection.

"Ugh... oh my Goddess," Damon groans as I begin stroking him to his full length.

With my other hand, I take one of Damon's hands and direct them to my lips, his eyes widen with lust as I suck them between my lips one by one, making my rhythm match the strokes from my hand. I swipe my tongue between his fingers and watch him watch me, loving the way his lips parted in response.

Once they're wet enough, I direct them under my underwear and to the crack of my ass. Damon's fingers find my hole soon enough, the touch I needed to be doused into a pit of lust. 

Damon steps back until his legs meet the couch, he takes me down with him and we shed our lingering clothes within seconds. As I straddle him, Damon's fingers find my hole again and I wrap mine around his weighty cock.

"Ngh, like that," I whisper as he circles my hole, the touch to my sensitive rim making me twitch in his arms. "Damon."

Pressing into me, the tip of Damon's index finger slips inside of me making me take in a sharp breath, I release it when he pushes in even deeper. My body opens for him, pleased to have something inside of me to combat that empty feeling that'd taken me since the heat began.

"Mhmm, tighter," Damon moans as I swipe my thumb over his leaking tip, licking up my eager fingers.

Determined to make him feel good, I keep my strokes just the way I knew he liked them, tightening my fingers around his pulsing lengthy while he added a second finger to stretch me. In one smooth rhythm, he pumps the two digits in and out of my hole.

I knew that there were many men who didn't enjoy penetration, from all sexual orientations, but I was most definitely not one of those men. 

I loved the feeling of being made full, adored the stretch and feel of a nice cock fucking into me. Perhaps it was because I was especially sensitive in that area, but even so, I knew that it had never felt this good to have fingers inside of me. But as Damon brushed his fingers against my prostate, I couldn't help but moan my pleasure as I pressed my head against his.

Rushed pants for air escape both of us as we work one another to another painfully, perfect orgasm. The most arousing sounds escaped Damon's, a mix of growls, grunts and moans that caressed my ears, making a shiver run down my spine as his breath tickled the shell of my air.

"Another," I beg with a keening noise when he begins to stretch the two fingers inside of me, making my hole squeeze around the thick digits, "Ahn! Another Damon, p-please."

Damon pulls both his fingers out making me whine at the sudden empty feeling, but as he pushes back in with three fingers, I make a choking sound of pleasure. His fingers were wet enough but lube would've made the intrusion much smoother, but I still enjoyed the slight burn it added to the overwhelming pleasure of being fingered.

Adding my other hand to the base of Damon's cock, I stroke him attentively while I give him all my body's weight, trying my best to focus on making him cum with me as he made my eyes roll with pleasure. 

He knew exactly how to move those fingers. How to twist them just right to make me whimper, where to press in to push against my prostate and when to stretch them at my rim to take the air from my lungs.

Damon knew how to drive me insane.

"Damon, I-I'm close," I warn as I pull my head back just enough to see his eyes.

My heart skips over itself when those deep blues meet mine. They were partially opened, and yet showed so much want and need, and love, that I couldn't help but give myself over to him.

God, I loved him so much.

"Ngh! Me too," Damon says through clenched teeth.

With our eyes locked and our fingers working each other furiously, it only takes a few more thrusts and pumps to have us both tumbling over the edge, encased in each other's pleasure.

My eyes roll as Damon surges forward to kiss me, drowning out our moans as cum shoots from both of our cocks, spilling onto Damon's abs and chest. I stroke Damon through it, pumping my hands up and down while he fucked me through mine, twisting his fingers in and out.

I cry out as another wave of pleasure courses through me, making my cock pulse before another spurt of cum jerks from me, leaving me breathless and limp against Damon. Sticky in a mess of our own making, we don't bother moving, too busy trying to remember how to think or breathe.

With my head against the crook of Damon's neck, I bite into the skin, feeling possessive and needy. Damon moans loudly, so I bite him even harder, "Will," Damon groans even though I could practically taste how much this turned him on.

At this moment, I understood just a little what Damon felt when he spoke about marking me and what it meant. I knew this bite wouldn't last on him for much longer than a few minutes but I wished it would, I wished it would stay forever so that everyone knew that he was mine and only mine. 

I wanted to look at it always and know that this man, this beautiful, loving man, was made for me and just me.

It made my heart fill with sadness, but not because the mark wouldn't last, but because I now knew how badly Damon wanted to leave a mark of his own on me. And I wanted it, wanted it much more than the lust of the heat demanded that I did. Before the heat, I was sure that I'd be happy to be marked by Damon one day, I just wanted to be sure that I was okay with living this life with him.

But the answer to that question seemed so blatantly obvious now; Damon was my life and that meant through all things.

There was no Damon without his pack, none of his love without his family and home, none of his goofy smiles and terrible jokes without his knives and life here. All the things I loved about Damon, all the things that made him the person he was, was tied to this place that he loved so much.

He was meant to be alpha of this pack and one day he would, and I wanted to be by his side when he did. Loving him and supporting him there as I did now through all things, I didn't want to go back to the life before Damon, I loved my life with him much more than the lonely one I'd been stuck in for far too long. 

After this heat, I'd let him mark me, the right way and take on this wonderful, crazy life with him. Because I wanted Damon, all of Damon, and that included all the things that came with him.

"Will," Damon warns again making me snap out of my trace, I look down at his neck and smile a little when I see all the bites I'd left on his neck that were scattered around.

"Sorry," I mumble before I rest my head against my own little mark.

We both knew that I wasn't really sorry.

Not in the slightest

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That shit ended too cute for the smut that was going on in this chapter. 

Thoughts?????????

These two... like imagine if Will wasn't human, they would be giving everyone a run for their money. I feel like Will could break the current records if we counted dry orgasms and he put his mind to it, lol.

I'm really happy I decided to write this chapter, it may have been mostly smut but the heat is part of the storyline and I needed to include it. Ending it off in 1/2 chapters would've made the build-up been for nothing.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter thoroughly, make sure to vote and comment your thoughts.

Enjoy the second chapter of this double update.