"Hanna," Damien's urgent voice woke me up from my deep slumber. I groaned and pulled the duvet onto me, snuggling into him.
"Hanna!" Damien's voice was hard now.
"Go away," I muttered.
I heard Damien's voice next to me ear. "Wake up bunny. Or I will spank you till you beg me to stop."
I gasped, wide awake now. I turned and looked at Damien, stunned. There was an amused smile on his face, but his eyes were dark with lust. Suddenly, I was very aware of his morning wood poking me.
"Now?" I asked. Damien didn't answer. His lips swooped down on mine, making me moan into his mouth. I quickly got on him, grinding my core against his hard cock.
"Fuck!" Damien groaned as we kissed harder. He pulled back and stared at me with eyes full of lust. He flipped me over, his hands trailing down my body. I moaned, looking into his eyes, the love in them still astounding me.
"No more fucking kids," Damien muttered, his mouth latching onto my nipple, making me moan out loud. He suckled on my nipples, making me clutch his head tighter, making me suck harder.
Damien moved down, his hot breath fanning my body. When he reached my wet pussy, he looked up at me and smirked. "Do you want something bunny?"
"Damien..." I moaned lowly, knowing how much it turned him on. Before Damien could do anything, a loud cry echoed throughout the house, making both of us groan.
"Your kid has some timing," I glared at Damien. Damien looked at me with an amused, yet annoyed expression. Before he could say anything else, our baby cried again. Damien got off me and I got off the bed, grabbing the robe and wearing it.
I walked into Vance's room, sighing when I saw his crying face. Vance was one year old and he had the energy of a five year old. I picked him up, cradling him against my chest. He quickly fell asleep and I smiled, a yawn escaping my lips. It had been sometime since I had a decent night's sleep. And sex, a voice inside me hear reminded me.
Yeah, sex. When Vance was born Damien refused to go past second base with me, fearing that I would get hurt. And now that he was willing, something always stopped us.
I laid down on the bed, laying Vance down next to me. Just as I was about to fall asleep, a curse caught my attention. I groaned, and opened my eyes to see Damien at the door, a look of annoyance on his face. He bent down and picked up the toy that was on the floor. His eyes swooped to my tired figure and a soft look appeared on his face.
"You sleep, I'll take care of him for some time." Damien said.
"You sure?" I raised my eyebrows. Damien was great with Vance, but he couldn't stay with his hyper kid for more than one hour.
"Sleep baby," Damien said, and I heard the dominance in his voice. Sleep forgotten, I looked at Damien with longing. I missed out play times. Damien groaned, walking towards the bed. He took Vance from me, and kissed my forehead.
"You sleep here. I'll tale Vance down for some time."
I nodded, sleep already overtaking me. I was so tired, and Vance being a werewolf made him even more active. And even though it had been one year since Vance was born, people still came to visit. Damien was the Alpha after all.
It had been three years since that fateful day, after Sophie's house. I knew I wouldn't be happy anywhere else. Damien was my home. He was my everything. I don't even know why I even thought I could live without him. Damien didn't like me bringing it up, and he had good reason not to.
"Baby wake up," Damien woke me up again. I groaned, and turned around, away from his voice. I was too tired. "Hanna, honey. It’s past two."
Instantly, I was up and I looked at Damien in alarm. He gave me a small smile and I looked around the room, looking for Vance.
"Where's Vance?"
"He's with Sophie. She agreed to keep him for the night." Damien murmured, pulling me in his arms, kissing me before I could say anything. His hot tongue dominated me completely and I loved it.
His hands pulled apart my robe and he pulled back. He looked at me and for a moment, I thought about covering myself. Damien lived looking at me. He loved looking at the curves that I had acquired after Vance was born.
"We have today to ourselves." Damien spoke, the lust clear in his voice. Without thinking, I launched myself at him. I had gone too long without him.
Damien caught me just in time, his mouth connecting with mine. We stumbled out of the room, half aware of where we were going. I reached inside Damien's pants, pulling out his hard cock. Damien groaned as I rubbed my hand across his head, spreading the pre-cum.
"I'm not going to last if you keep doing that bunny." Damien groaned, his mouth placing hot kisses on my neck. I moaned and twisted my hand around his cock, pumping him with my hand.
Suddenly, Damien pushed me against the wall and in an instant, his hard cock was inside me, wreaking havoc on my insides. I moaned loudly as he thrust in and out of me at a fast pace.
"Damien!" I yelled, as I felt a mammoth of an orgasm approach. Damien bent down and latched his mouth on my mark, biting and sending me over the edge. I screamed in delight, white appearing in my vision.
Damien followed after two hard thrusts, carrying my sagging body in his arms.
"Finally," I muttered, making Damien laugh.
"Can we agree to more kids Ms. Black?" Damien smirked and I laughed. We both knew that wasn't going to happen. I wiggled in his arms, and smirked when his cock twitched inside me. Damien looked at me with glittering eyes and I leaned down, kissing his neck, as he started thrusting in and out of me again.
"Bunny," Damien groaned as I sunk my teeth into his skin, marking him as mine all over again. Having his kids had made me more possessive and territorial.
I looked up, meeting his eyes, our eyes locked as he slowly thrust in and out of me. I gasped, only sensations passing through me. Damien bent down, taking one hard peak into his mouth, tugging it with his teeth.
"Damien!" I yelled as I felt and orgasm rip through me.
"I love you baby," Damien whispered as he poured himself inside me.
"Mom!" Vance yelled and I looked up at him, my eyebrows raised. "Let's leave Dad and go."
I bit back a smile. "Honey what happened?"
Vance pouted, coming to sit next to me. "He likes Ava more."
I pulled him close to me. "Vance, baby, he loves both of you. Ava is only one year old. You cannot expect her to play video games with you, do you?"
Vance shook his head. Despite both of us agreeing on not having any more kids, Ava was born when Vance was five. But this time, our drought didn't last long. Just as I was about to say something, Damien walked inside the room, holding a crying Ava in his hands.
"Vance." his tone was soft, but there was that hardness in it, that gave me the most mind blowing orgasms ever. A shiver passed through me, and Damien's eyes flickered to mine, a groan escaping his lips.
"Dad," Vance's voice brought us out of our moment, "I'm sorry."
Damien smiled, "It’s okay. Just be careful with Ava, okay? She is your baby sister."
Saying that always brought the possessiveness out in Vance. He nodded.
"Why don't you take care for some time while I show your mom something?"
Vance grinned, nodding. A blush covered my cheeks as Damien pulled me up. When we were out of the room, Damien threw me across his shoulder, making me squeal.
"Quiet Hanna!" Damien admonished, smacking me ass, hard. As we walked up, Damien murmured words that had my panties soaking. He put me down in out room and turned to me with a smirk.
"Let's see how silent you can be with our kids downstairs Mrs. Black."