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Damion rested his arms behind his head as he watched Erica get dressed, her curly Mohawk in disarray from their love making. He looked her over from her heart shaped ass and her plump breasts, all fitting so well into his hands. He got out of bed as she clasped on her bra, moving up behind her and kissed her neck. She shivered in response, his hands reaching around and cupping her breasts.
"Damion, I have to finish packing. My flight leaves in a few hours." She told him, but she wasn't fighting him. He nibbled on her shoulder, his fangs extending and grazing against her skin.
"Let me Mark you, Erica." He said, pressing his cock against her ass. She moaned, but pushed herself away from him.
"No. I still need time to think about it." She said.
"It's been almost two months now. How much more time do you need?" He asked, feeling slightly annoyed. Every time he had a moment that was perfect to Mark her, she would panick and make excuses.
"I still want to have my freedom." She retorted, moving away from him as she put a shirt on. He let out a heavy sigh.
"What are you talking about? I'm not going to take your freedom away." He told her, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Why should I believe you? If you were to Mark me, I'd lose myself." She argued.
"What? You're not making any sense." He said. She pulled on her jeans and started throwing random clothes into a large black duffle bag.
"You wouldn't understand."
"Then help me understand." He got back to his feet, grabbing her arms to make her stop packing, "Erica, I get that you want time for yourself. I would never take that away from you, but having a Mate is a once in a lifetime thing for me." He told her, pushing back her hair from her face.
"I get that, but I have always been able to do things on my own. I don't want that taken away from me." She averted her eyes.
"Erica," he spoke her name tenderly. He cupped her face in his hands, "I would never take what is most important to you. Your independence was one of the things I fell for first. You're a major badass that some of our soldiers would die to be." He leaned in and kissed her deeply, trying to show through his love that he meant every word. He felt her return the kiss.
When he pulled back, her eyes still looked clouded with doubt, but at least now she was looking at him. She rested her hands over his, taking them off of her face.
"I'll give you my answer when I come back." She told him. He frowned, but it was better than nothing. His Wolf growled, displeased.
"How long will you be gone for?" He asked her as he got dressed. She closed her bag and put on her boots.
"A week. I'm going to Toronto to visit a new author." She told him. After he finished getting ready, he picked up her bag and slung it over his shoulder. They walked together in silence. Once they stepped outside, she shivered as she pulled on her jacket.
"I didn't expect the temperature to drop so quickly." She sniffled, her nose already red. He walked up to his truck, tossing her bag in the back seat.
"Erica, you know I like you for who you are, right? I wouldn't dare change you for the world." He said, hoping his words would finally convince her. She let out a sigh, resting her hand on his cheek affectionately. He leaned into it, kissing her palm.
"I know." She said, but there was still that look in her eyes. He prepped for heartbreak as he drove her to the airport.
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He walked into Jayce's mansion like he normally would. Since Jayce left that morning, he left Lily behind to handle their mating ceremony and bonding with his people. He tasked Damion to handle any affairs at the pack house and to keep the councilman off of her back while he was gone. His nose took him into the kitchen where he spotted Lily sitting at the counter with a small, black haired boy across from her. He was twirling spaghetti with his fork when he glanced up.
"Damion!" Elias cheered, jumping off the stool and rushing him. He chuckled, picking up the Wolf pup.
"Hey little man, it's been awhile." He said, surprised that Jayce's little brother was here. Damion glanced over to Lily as she was smiling softly at their union. His Wolf growled at the sight of her. It wasn't an angry or annoyed growl either. It was happy to see her.
"I didn't know you were coming by. I have enough food for another plate if you're interested." She offered, getting to her feet.
"Food sounds amazing." He settled Elias back on his stool. He walked around the counter as Lily attempted to climb it to reach the cabinet. He stood behind her, reaching over her head and took out the plate himself. Her scent filled his senses until they were overloaded. He inhaled deeply, his eyes dropping down to see her wide, green eyes staring up at him. He blinked, stepping away.
"Are you okay?" She asked worriedly, reaching up and pressing the back of her hand against his forehead. He felt his body flush at her touch. His Wolf purred in response.
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