The Strong Bond novel Chapter 41

"There's nothing to explain Damien, it is what it is. Now can I please go?" she states raising her chin up.

"No god damn it! Not till I say what I have to say" he roars clearly losing his temper.

Lena didn't bother saying anything, and figured its best to listen to what he had to say. She watched as he runs his hands roughly through his long thick hair trying to calm himself. After a couple minutes he sighs walking over to her, placing his hands on each side of her face making her look at him.

"We are destined to be together more than the fact that I need to protect you, because you are my other half. You are a strong willed woman who can handle anything thrown at her. You're so brave, and thoughtful by always putting others before you. I never met someone with a heart as big as yours. That alone is the reason I fell in love with you. I never thought I could love someone one the way that I love you. I loved you before you knew I was your mate. So if anything the goddess made a mistake by pairing you with me, because goddess knows that you are way too good for me" Damien confesses to her. Lena stood there staring looking for any sign that would show he wasn't being totally honest, but she could tell every word he said was true. Not just because of the bond they share, but in her heart she knew.

"So you think I'm too good for you, and I should be paired with someone else?" She says trying to hide her humor. Damian growled deeply not liking the thought of someone else having what was his. "Too good for me yes, being paired with someone else? Hell no! You're mine and I'm never letting you go. Even if you don't want me I'll chained you to my bed" He states possessively as wraps his thick arms around her tiny frame. Lena reaches up wrapping her arms around his neck smiling at him.

"Seems to me the goddess couldn't find anyone else that could deal with your arrogant possessive ass" she jokes earning a chuckle from Damien.

"I'm glad my ego can handle such negative words from a woman that I so deeply love" He amuses.

"That's because no one loves you like I do to tell you how it is"

"Is that so?" He asks huskily knowing all self-control has vanished once those three words left her perfectly plump lips. The need to mark her was at an all-time high in that moment, and having a hard on wasn't helping him think clearly either.

Walking through the pack house Damian informed anyone he walked past that he is not to be disturbed the rest of the night. Lena felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment knowing they could put two and two together. Seeing how he was carrying her like a possessive cave man on a mission. She tried to hide her face with her hair, but a certain giggle had her looking up. Blair was walking down the hall that led to their room, giving the thumbs up while winking.

Walking into their room Damian still didn't put Lena down as he shuts, and locks the door. Finally making his way over to their bed he sets her on her feet. "I want to undress you" he tells her hungrily. Lena didn't have a problem with that at all. Damian undressed her like she was his personal wrapped present. Standing there fully naked as she watch Damian disposes his clothes quickly.

"You're going to have to tell me what to do" Lena tells him nervously.

Damian places his arms around her waist, pulling her towards him. He felt the smooth firmness of her breasts, and the rapid beat of her heart. "Don't worried Red I'll take care of you" He tells her tenderly. "Just do what feels good" he adds before devouring her mouth intensely. Her fingers slid into his hair pulling him closer to her. His tongue made its way between her lips, intertwining around hers. His hands ran effortlessly over her soft, silky smooth skin till he reached his destination. He closed his hands around the back of her thighs, lifting her in one swift movement. Carefully placing her on the bed as he hoovers over her body, her mouth moved beneath his. She stroked her hands over the muscles of his back as she nibbled, and sucked playfully at his lips.