Chapter 51: Marks of Possession 1
Micah’s POV
What on earth was this feeling?
It felt as though my soul was being torn straight out of my chest and dragged into heaven... no, not heaven. Hell. Because something this terrifyingly sinful, this utterly ruined and filthy, couldn’t possibly lead a person to heaven. God would never let someone like me through those golden gates.
But fuck. Damon Silver was down on his fucking knees, his head bobbing rhythmically between my thighs, dragging his warm, slick mouth up and down my shaft.
It had to be the most intoxicating, dangerous sight in the entire world. He was sucking me with greedy desperation, as if he was trying to pull something deep and secret directly out of the pit of my stomach. Every time his throat clamped around the tip of my length, a violent jolt of lightning shot straight up my spine, completely frying my nervous system.
My back kept slamming against the dark wooden door, the heavy thuds vibrating through my spine. My eyes rolled back into my head, my vision going completely white around the edges. The breathless, pathetic moans that kept threatening to spill from my throat hung trapped in the back of my mouth, suffocating me, because if I uttered a single sound, the monster standing in the hallway outside would hear me.
I wasn’t supposed to love this. I was supposed to be terrified. I was supposed to push Damon away, tear my clothes back up, and run as fast as my legs could carry me. But instead, my whole body was singing with a dark, dizzying ecstasy. I was enjoying every single second of it.
Well... I was enjoying it right up until the loud, sharp click of the brass lock picking echoed through the quiet room.
The sound hit me like a bucket of freezing water. Panic instantly seized my entire chest.
Noah was going to come through that door. In a fraction of a second, my brother was going to walk in and find us in this sickeningly compromised position. He was going to destroy Damon. He was going to murder me.
My fingers plunged deeper into Damon’s damp dark hair, yanking at his scalp with all the strength left in my shaking arms, trying desperately to pull him off me. But Damon refused to let go. His jaw stayed locked around my cock, his suction only growing harder, tighter, more relentless.
"D-Damon..." I whimpered out in a desperate, breathy whisper, forcing my chin down to look at him.
Damon tilted his face up slightly, his dark eyes locking straight onto mine. He couldn’t smile with his mouth full, but his eyes were gleaming with a wicked, sadistic amusement. He didn’t care that the door was unlocking. In fact, seeing the terror on my face only made him increase his rhythm, his head moving faster and faster.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The overwhelming sensory overload completely shattered my mind.
My legs went entirely numb, buckling beneath my weight. My hips began to twirl and thrust forward on their own, completely out of my control, as Damon’s large hands reached around to wrap firmly around my bare ass, pinning me helplessly against his face while his other hand stroked his own hard, bare cock between his legs.
"F-Fuck!" I cursed out loud, throwing my head back as my spine arched violently off the door.
My entire body convulsed as a thick, overwhelming wave of heat exploded from deep within me, pouring right into the back of Damon’s throat.
At that exact, second, the heavy wooden door swung wide open.
My tear-filled, unfocused eyes snapped toward the doorway. Standing on the threshold, framed by the bright light of the hallway, was Noah.
Noah’s icy, unblinking eyes instantly locked onto mine. Then, slowly, terrifyingly, his gaze drifted downward to where Damon was kneeling on the floor between my spread legs.
Damon slowly dragged his lips off my trembling shaft, letting out a loud, wet, deliberate pop that echoed in the silent room. He didn’t even bother to wipe his mouth as he swallowed heavily.
"You really do taste as good as you look, Micah," Damon purred, his voice dripping with thick, dark satisfaction. Then, turning his head toward the doorway with an insufferable, mocking grin, he added, "Oh! Hello there, Captain!"
"You absolute fucking bastard!" Noah roared.
The explosive rage in Noah’s voice made the glass windows vibrate. He charged across the dark room like a lethal predator, moving so fast his body was just a blur of black fabric. Before I could even blink, Noah’s heavy, leather-clad fist swung through the air and slammed with sickening force straight into Damon’s jaw.
CRACK!
Damon was thrown backward by the force of the blow, crashing hard onto the cold black marble tiles. He lay there completely naked, his long legs sprawled out, blood immediately trickling from the corner of his lip while his cock still stood shamelessly erect between his thighs.
"Noah!" I managed to scream out, my voice cracking with terror as I frantically stuffed my soft, sensitive dick back into my boxers, pulling up my trousers and zipping them with trembling, clumsy fingers.
"I told you to keep your filthy fucking hands off him or I would kill you!" Noah snarled, his face twisted into a demonic mask of fury.
He stepped forward and drove the heavy heel of his boot straight down onto Damon’s bare chest, stepping on his sternum with enough force to crush his ribs.
Damon let out a harsh, ragged gasp of pain, but instead of pleading for mercy, a wet, bloody laugh bubbled up from his throat. He lay there beneath Noah’s boot, wheezing and laughing like a complete maniac, his dark eyes flashing with pure defiance.
"Stop it, Noah! Please, stop it!" I shrieked, sprinting forward and throwing my arms around Noah’s torso from behind, pulling back with everything I had. "You’re going to kill him! Stop!"
Noah didn’t even flinch under my weight. He violently yanked my arms off his waist, spinning around in a single fluid motion and grabbing both of my shoulders in an iron grip that felt like it was going to shatter my collarbones.
"Fuck, Micah!" Noah cursed through gritted teeth, his chest heaving up and down.
His sharp, terrifying eyes scanned my body from head to toe, checking every inch of me like a possessive owner inspecting damaged goods. His gaze traveled up my disheveled shirt, past my trembling chin, and stopped dead on the right side of my neck.
There, sitting plain as day above my open collar, was the vivid, dark crimson hickey that Damon had left on my skin.
Fuck. He had seen it.