The lost mate
Chapter 73: Bliss

Chapter 73: Bliss

Jessica’s saccharine tone grated on Anne’s nerves. She forced a smile, turning to face the woman who had caused so much turmoil in her past. Jessica stood there, her perfect smile firmly in place, as if they were old friends rather than anything else.

"Jessica," Anne replied, her voice neutral as she clasped her hands together. She felt her wolf stir uneasily beneath the surface, sensing her discomfort.

Jessica stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with what Anne could only describe as fake warmth. "I heard Ryan is starting his physical training soon. You must be so proud! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he’s well taken care of. It’ll be fun to have him under my wing during the training sessions."

Anne’s stomach twisted. "You’re leading his physical training?" Her voice was calm, but she couldn’t hide the unease creeping in.

Jessica smiled wider, a hint of satisfaction in her expression. "Yes, I handle the young ones in their first few years of training. Don’t worry, we’re very gentle with the younger pups. Ryan’s in good hands."

Anne tried to keep her expression steady. The idea of Jessica—of all people—being responsible for Ryan’s physical training made her stomach churn.

"Well, I’ll make sure he does his best," Jessica added, her eyes gleaming with something darker. "After all, it’s never too early to start shaping our next generation, right?"

Anne forced a tight smile. "Of course."

But inside, she was fuming. There was something about the woman that she didn’t trust. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Jessica had ulterior motives, especially with how much satisfaction she seemed to take in the idea of training Ryan.

"I’ll see you around, Anne, Damien." Jessica said sweetly before walking away, her hips swaying as if she had all the confidence in the world. Anne stood there for a moment, trying to collect herself.

Damien noticed her silence, his brow furrowing as he glanced over at her.

"What’s on your mind?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.

Anne hesitated for a moment, wondering if she was overreacting. But she knew better than to keep things bottled up, especially when it came to Ryan.

"I don’t trust her, Damien. I don’t like the idea of her being the one to train him. She has too much history with us, and I don’t want her anywhere near Ryan, especially in such an important role."

"If you don’t want her to train him, then she won’t," he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I won’t let her be involved with his training if it makes you uncomfortable."

Anne blinked, a little surprised by how easily Damien agreed. "Just like that?"

"Just like that," he repeated, stepping closer to her. "You’re his mother, Anne. If something bothers you, it’s not up for debate. I trust your instincts when it comes to Ryan, and if you feel like Jessica’s not right for him, then we’ll make other arrangements."

A sense of relief washed over Anne as she looked up at him. Damien’s unwavering support always surprised her, especially when it came to matters involving Ryan. She had half-expected him to argue, or to suggest she was being too protective, but he hadn’t. He was on her side, without question.

"Thank you," she said softly, feeling some of the tension melt away.

He caught her hand and started pulling her along.

"Come on."

"Where are we going ?" Anne asked.

"To the bedroom, of course." He winked.

"What ! But we....we already did it." She said as a blush crept up her cheeks.

"Yeah, but now that Ryan is at school, we have a lot more time to get to know each other better."

Damien pushed open the door and pulled Anne in, shutting it firmly behind them. His eyes roamed over her body as she stood in the middle of the room, taking in the curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts.

"You’re so beautiful, Anne." He murmured, his voice husky with want. She couldn’t help but feel a thrill at his words.

Damien seemed to sense her need, his hands moving to the buttons of her shirt. He undid them slowly, his fingers brushing against her skin as he slid the shirt off her shoulders. Anne stood before him in just her bra and pants, her breasts heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

Damien’s eyes darkened even further as he took in the sight of Anne’s almost naked body. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Anne’s breasts were full and round, her nipples hard and sensitive. Damien couldn’t resist, he leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently.

Anne cried out, her hands gripping Damien’s shoulders as he continued to tease her nipples. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with need. She wanted him inside her, needed him to fill her up.

Damien seemed to sense her need, his hands moving to the waistband of her pants. He undid the button and slid them down her legs, leaving her standing in just her panties. He knelt before her, his eyes locked on the damp patch of fabric between her legs.

His fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. Anne stepped out of them, her body trembling with need. Damien stood up, his eyes never leaving her body.

"I’ve wanted to do this since morning," he growled, as his lips crashed down onto hers, his tongue demanding entrance as he deepened the kiss.

Anne moaned softly, her body melting against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against her hip, and she ground her hips against him, feeling a surge of wetness pool between her legs.

Damien’s hands were everywhere, roaming over her curves as he stripped his cloths off, leaving a trail of discarded clothing in their wake. Anne’s breath came in ragged gasps as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they were hard and aching. She didn’t realize when he carried her to the bed. When the soft mattress dipped down beneath her weight, she arched her back in anticipation of what was to come. Damien’s lips found hers in a hungry kiss, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume them both.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin. Anne’s head fell back, a low moan escaping her lips as he made his way lower, his tongue swirling around her nipples before he took one in his mouth and sucked hard.

Anne’s fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as he lavished attention on her breasts, his other hand slipping between her legs to find her wet and ready. She gasped as he slid a finger inside her, his thumb rubbing slow circles over her clit.

Damien’s fingers moved in and out of her, building her pleasure higher and higher until she was on the brink of exploding. He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire, as he smirked at her. "Beg for it," he growled, his voice low and rough.

Anne’s eyes widened, but she found herself unable to resist the command. "Please," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please make me come."

Damien’s fingers resumed their relentless pace, and Anne’s orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body shuddering and shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She could feel herself clenching around his fingers, her juices flowing freely as she came harder than she ever had before.

Damien pulled his fingers out of her, his eyes glinting with mischief as he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean. "Delicious," he purred, his voice low and seductive.

Anne’s eyes widened as she realised what he had just done, but before she could protest, he was on her again, his lips crushing down onto hers as he pushed her back onto the bed.

He climbed on top of her, his cock hard and ready as he positioned himself at her entrance. Anne’s breath hitched in her throat as she felt him slide inside her, filling her completely.

Damien began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm as he drove deeper and deeper inside her. Anne could feel herself building towards another orgasm, her body tensing as he hit just the right spot.

She cried out as she came again, her body shuddering and shaking as Damien’s thrusts grew faster and harder. He groaned as he felt her tighten around him, his cock twitching as he filled her with his seed.

They lay there, panting and sweaty, as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Damien rolled off her, pulling her into his arms as they cuddled together, their bodies still entwined.

Anne looked up at him, her eyes shining with happiness. "That was amazing," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder.

Damien smiled down at her, his eyes soft. "I’m glad you enjoyed it," he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. "I can’t wait to do it again."

"What’s stopping you ?" Anne teased.

Damien chuckled, pulling her closer. "Nothing at all," he replied, his lips brushing against hers. "Let’s make it a regular thing." Anne giggled.