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up a soothing melody of sensations on Scott’s skin. “You should probably also know that I’ve never had a proper relationship, have never allowed anyone to spend the night in my bed, and there’s going to be a lot of subs in my club that are going to be pissed that we’re mates. Still want to take the job on?”
Damien had said the words lightly, but Scott could see how nervous the Alpha was as he waited for Scott’s response. It was this nervousness that settled Scott’s own concerns about mating with a man he really didn’t know. Even now, Scott could sense how important he was to Damien, and this big private man was allowing Scott to see a side of him very few people shared.
“Does this mean I ’ll have my own room?” He said with a small smile.
“No.” Damien replied. “It means you will have to snuggle close to me in bed because I probably hog the covers.” Damien had started to shampoo Scott’s hair and Scott shivered as strong fingers massaged his scalp.
“I don’t want to be apart from you Scott. Not for one minute of one day or night. Never again.”
As Damien tilted Scott’s head back and gently washed the shampoo from Scott’s hair, he looked deep into Scott’s eyes and said, “I know we don’t know each other yet, but I was a wreck without you. I don’t want to go through that again.”
“Me neither,” Scott agreed quietly. He took the soap from Damien and started to slowly clean his mate. Despite still feeling week and tired, Scott couldn’t help but appreciate the strong build, well defined muscles and sheer power that lurked under Damien’s skin. At six foot six, Damien was huge. His shoulders were twice the size of Scott’s, and Scott had never considered himself a small man. Damien’s tanned skin was smooth all over and the only hair the man had, apart from the long thick locks falling from his head, was a tight group of curls nestled around the man’s impressive cock.
Damien wasn’t pretty by any means. His strong face hosted grey eyes, high cheekbones and a long straight nose. He had thin lips for a big man, and a squared jaw that accentuated the man’s pure sex appeal. But when the big man smiled, two dimples appeared in his cheeks and when they popped out, the man’s face went from deadly handsome to drop-dead gorgeous.
Scott fumbled the soap, the steam from the shower and the force necessary to stay standing , weakening him more than he thought possible. Damien quickly took the soap from him and finished cleaning himself off one handed, the other arm supporting Scott.
“I’m sorry,” Scott muttered.
“You need to eat and get some sleep,” Damien said gruffly, pulling Scott out of the shower and drying him thoroughly. When Damien was satisfied Scott was dry, he wrapped a clean towel around his own waist and supported Scott, as the man moved back into the bedroom and got him settled in bed.
Once Scott was comfortable, sitting with his back supported by the headboard, Damien walked naked over to the dresser where a large tray had been left. There were two huge plates of food on the tray - steak, sausages, bacon and a smaller helping of vegetables and pasta. Troy had also provided bottles of water and a pot of coffee sat to the side of the tray.
Damien carried the tray over and set it down on the bed next to Scott and then climbed in on the other side of it.
“Eat,” he said gruffly, picking up a piece of bacon and putting it to Scott’s mouth. Opening his mouth to protest, Scott found the bacon shoved firmly in his mouth and he was forced to chew and swallow before he could have his say.
“I’m not a sub,” he said shortly, “I can feed myself.”
Damien looked over at him and Scott was lost again the man’s eyes.
“Any man may feed his mate. It is considered a sign of affection,” the bigger man said quietly. “But I take it from your comments that you do know about the BDSM lifestyle and
Damien had said the words lightly, but Scott could see how nervous the Alpha was as he waited for Scott’s response. It was this nervousness that settled Scott’s own concerns about mating with a man he really didn’t know. Even now, Scott could sense how important he was to Damien, and this big private man was allowing Scott to see a side of him very few people shared.
“Does this mean I ’ll have my own room?” He said with a small smile.
“No.” Damien replied. “It means you will have to snuggle close to me in bed because I probably hog the covers.” Damien had started to shampoo Scott’s hair and Scott shivered as strong fingers massaged his scalp.
“I don’t want to be apart from you Scott. Not for one minute of one day or night. Never again.”
As Damien tilted Scott’s head back and gently washed the shampoo from Scott’s hair, he looked deep into Scott’s eyes and said, “I know we don’t know each other yet, but I was a wreck without you. I don’t want to go through that again.”
“Me neither,” Scott agreed quietly. He took the soap from Damien and started to slowly clean his mate. Despite still feeling week and tired, Scott couldn’t help but appreciate the strong build, well defined muscles and sheer power that lurked under Damien’s skin. At six foot six, Damien was huge. His shoulders were twice the size of Scott’s, and Scott had never considered himself a small man. Damien’s tanned skin was smooth all over and the only hair the man had, apart from the long thick locks falling from his head, was a tight group of curls nestled around the man’s impressive cock.
Damien wasn’t pretty by any means. His strong face hosted grey eyes, high cheekbones and a long straight nose. He had thin lips for a big man, and a squared jaw that accentuated the man’s pure sex appeal. But when the big man smiled, two dimples appeared in his cheeks and when they popped out, the man’s face went from deadly handsome to drop-dead gorgeous.
Scott fumbled the soap, the steam from the shower and the force necessary to stay standing , weakening him more than he thought possible. Damien quickly took the soap from him and finished cleaning himself off one handed, the other arm supporting Scott.
“I’m sorry,” Scott muttered.
“You need to eat and get some sleep,” Damien said gruffly, pulling Scott out of the shower and drying him thoroughly. When Damien was satisfied Scott was dry, he wrapped a clean towel around his own waist and supported Scott, as the man moved back into the bedroom and got him settled in bed.
Once Scott was comfortable, sitting with his back supported by the headboard, Damien walked naked over to the dresser where a large tray had been left. There were two huge plates of food on the tray - steak, sausages, bacon and a smaller helping of vegetables and pasta. Troy had also provided bottles of water and a pot of coffee sat to the side of the tray.
Damien carried the tray over and set it down on the bed next to Scott and then climbed in on the other side of it.
“Eat,” he said gruffly, picking up a piece of bacon and putting it to Scott’s mouth. Opening his mouth to protest, Scott found the bacon shoved firmly in his mouth and he was forced to chew and swallow before he could have his say.
“I’m not a sub,” he said shortly, “I can feed myself.”
Damien looked over at him and Scott was lost again the man’s eyes.
“Any man may feed his mate. It is considered a sign of affection,” the bigger man said quietly. “But I take it from your comments that you do know about the BDSM lifestyle and
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