Bonus | Aine: Chapter 17.5

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A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEE!! Also, this ended up being a lot longer than intended. Enjoy! Lmk if there’s anything specific you’d like me to write for the next bonus chapter!

Damien's POV

I glance up at Áine as she storms into my office, impressed that she actually dared to come inside. I spotted her stomping in my direction a couple minutes ago, but figured that she would chicken out.

Olivia backs away from me as she takes in Áine’s presence. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at her skittish reaction, knowing that my small mate is too timid to speak up even if she had walked in on me fucking Olivia.

I lean back in my chair as I watch her, my eyes narrowing as she pulls out one of my chairs and sits herself down in it.

Look who’s finally gotten some confidence.

“Have you ever heard of knocking?” I question, watching as she tries to hide her nerves from me.

I don’t bother telling her that even if she was managing to put on a perfect mask of indifference, which she is not, that I can smell her anxiety oozing out of every pore of her body.

“There is something I’d like to discuss with you.”

Olivia told me that Áine was spending the morning with Avia’s human mate, Jenna. I just knew the second those words came out of her mouth that the feisty human was going to fill my mate’s head with outlandish notions. Nothing good ever comes from Jenna, and I make a mental reminder to find a different friend for Áine to hang out with.

“You don’t want to walk in on something you don’t want to see.” I tease, enjoying the blush that spreads across her face at my words.

My Beast has absolutely no interest in any other women, but that’s not something that Áine needs to know. I smirk as she opens her mouth to respond, secretly enjoying in the fact that she has grown comfortable enough to argue with me.

“Oh, between you and Olivia? Please, don’t let me stop you.”

I blink, stumped.

“What?”

Áine shrugs, gesturing to Olivia. “Don’t let me ruin the fun.”

My Beast pushes me to give in to his mate’s teasing and admit defeat, but I refuse. Standing, I turn to Olivia and lift her onto my desk. I can smell Áine’s surprise at my actions, her scent mingling with Olivia’s arousal until I can no longer differentiate between the two.

The overwhelming scents anger my Beast, forcing me to look at Áine to gauge her reactions to me. As my mate, I should be able to detect and pick out her smell from any others, but I just haven’t spent enough time with her to learn it yet.

“You don’t want to play this game with me. You won’t like the way it ends.”

I push on Olivia’s chest until she falls back against the desk. Her enjoyment of this frustrates me, reminding me just how desperate humans can be. Despite this, I find myself touching the exposed skin on her stomach, my jaw clenching as my Beast fights with me to take my hand off of her.

He’s absolutely convinced that I am cheating Áine, the thought filling him with enough rage that it takes everything in me not to shift. As he searches for a sign that she is unhappy with what I’m doing, she clenches her legs together and leans back against the chair.

“As I said, don’t let me stop you.” She teases.

My Beast settles only a fraction at the sight of her obvious enjoyment, and I take a moment to rein him in before continuing further with Olivia.

I glance down at her for a quick second, resisting the urge to pull away as I grab her knee and push it open so I have space to fit between them. Looking back at Áine, I watch her as I touch Olivia.

I’m hardly aware of what I’m doing as I trace my fingers along her skin, my body tense as I wait for Áine to give in and ask me to stop. To my complete frustration she doesn’t, choosing instead to watch me with wide eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stop?” I ask, putting my fingers directly next to Olivia’s pussy in the hopes that she will give in.

Áine shakes her head. “No.”

I hold back as sigh as I move my hands away and rip down Olivia’s dress. I don’t want any part of my body inside of her, and am hopeful that seeing me touching another woman’s breasts will break Áine out of this odd power trip she’s on.

I frown as she makes no effort to stop me. What is wrong with this woman? Eventually I give in and slide my hand back down Olivia’s legs. If Áine is going to force me to do this then I might as well make it enjoyable.

Áine’s mouth falls open as I graze my thumb across Olivia’s clit. She jerks up against me, and I quickly reach down and pin her to the table. Both of the woman’s arousal is heavy in the air, my Beast purring as he recognizes and focuses only on Áine’s.

She’s letting off more than I thought she would, and I hold back a smirk as I realize that she’s actually enjoying this and not just doing it to get the upper hand. I grow hard at the knowledge, submitting to my Beast as he urges me to crook my fingers inside of Olivia to please his mate.

“You love this.” I chuckle as she crosses her legs over one another.

I apply more pressure to Olivia’s clit as her scent grows. She is an easy one to get off, and is already ready to cum. Her hands move up to grip my arm as I speed up my motions.

Áine frowns at the action, her lips turning down for just a fraction of a second as her eyes zero in on Olivia’s hand. My ever-vigilant Beast picks up on her response and forces me to pry Olivia away and slam her hands onto the desk. I do it with more force than intended, feeling a bit guilty as she winces in pain.

“Don’t touch me.” I tell her, before turning to look back up at my mate. “She won’t touch me.”

I waste no time in beginning to finger Olivia once more. I want to get this over with as quickly as possible, my slight interest very rapidly disappearing.

“Touch yourself.” I order, desperate to find some enjoyment in this.

This exact scene has happened many times in this room, but never have I been so unaroused during it. Sure, I’m not necessarily the biggest fan of humans, but they get the job done when in a crunch.

Áine looks panicked as she shakes her head no. Her reaction disappoints me, and I groan as I halt my movements on Olivia. And to think that I was starting to believe that my mate wasn’t a typical prudish human.

“You’ve got me finger fucking my assistant while you sit two feet away watching. Pull down your pants and touch yourself, Áine.” I sigh, moving my hands to my pants in an attempt to convince her. “Otherwise, you won’t get to watch me do the same.”

Áine still refuses, causing me to frown as I grab Olivia and pull her to her feet. She wastes no time stumbling out of the room, her cries audible as she slams my door shut behind her.

I can feel Áine’s eyes on me as I grab my chair and pull it in front of hers, immediately sitting down and pulling out my length. I’m still quite soft as I stroke myself, but quickly harden under her gaze.

She stares at me in shock as I begin to pleasure myself, her awe of my cock satisfying both me and my Beast. After a minute the silent staring gets uncomfortable, and I speed up my movements in an attempt to spur her to do something.

“You’re making it awkward. You’ve got about five seconds to pull down your pants and start fucking yourself with those pretty little fingers or I’m bringing Olivia back in here to finish the job.”

In another world I wouldn’t have even bothered with the warning and would have done just that, but apparently having a mate has had a negative impact on my desires. Áine reeks of anxiety as she pulls down her pants and opens her legs for me.

“That’s it.” I try to encourage her.

Beast woman would never be so timid, but I try not to focus on that as I watch her bring her hands between her legs and rub at her clit. She follows that up immediately by shoving two of her bony fingers inside of herself, her arousal once more meeting my nose.

I can’t hold back a moan at the sight, my hand quickening around my cock. It doesn’t go unnoticed that she is fingering herself to the speed of my strokes and, without thinking, I reach forward and pull her towards me.

She helps me to put her feet on my thighs, my breath hitching as she pulls her fingers from herself to rub at her clit once more. Her fingers fumble around her body, making me wonder if this is the first time she has ever touched herself.

I’ve always encouraged my women to play around with themselves to discover what they like before coming to me. It saves me from having to comfort and coddle them, and I can’t help but feel disappointed that my mate is so inexperienced. Jenna told me that she is married, but clearly her husband has failed her in this department.

“Did you like watching me touch Olivia?” I inquire.

She nods but otherwise remains silent. My cock begins to soften at my mention of Olivia, and I internally curse myself for bringing it up.

“Do you want me to touch you like that?” I try to change the subject.

She nods once more. A relieved sigh falls from my lips as I move forward and replace her hand with my own. After watching her for just a few minutes I know that I can please her better than she can herself, and my Beast is eager to prove it.

I moan as I slide two of my fingers inside of her, my cock twitching at the feeling. I wish to be inside of her but I already know that she wouldn’t let me. My little mate is going to make me work for it.

She fidgets with her hands as I circle her clit with my thumb, her mouth falling open in a breathless moan as she grips my knees. As different as she is from the expectations I had of my mate, I can’t help but feel unbothered by any of them. My left hand flies over my length as I continue to touch her, crooking my fingers upwards to rub at her walls.

“Yes! Right there.”

Áine’s moans have me on the edge of my seat, struggling to stave off my orgasm as I push her towards hers. She pushes down on my fingers as she cums around me, my name falling from her lips as she tenses.

I’m unable to hold myself back from crouching over her to rub myself against her entrance. She flinches a bit at the contact but doesn’t fight me as I jerk myself off into her folds. Every inch of my body urges me to slip inside, but I resist in fear that she will be upset.

Pulling back, I moan loudly into her skin as I orgasm, my cock twitching against her body as I cover her in my fluids.

I love the look of her covered in my cum, and my Beast revels in the scent of me all over her body. Any Beast that she comes in contact with will be able to smell my desire on her and know that she pleasured me.

“And I thought that humans were prudes.” I tease, pleasantly surprised by her brazen actions today.

It’s obvious that she isn’t experienced, but I’m excited that she was so willing to try something new. I might just have to call her into my office more often.

Her embarrassment is evident by the reddening of her cheeks and chest, and I turn away to give her a moment to collect herself. The smell of her tears has me snapping my head back up to her, confused as to what she is upset about.

“Why are you crying? You wanted this.” My Beast is desperate to hear confirmation that I did not take advantage of his mate, but she refuses to give it.

Instead, she just shrugs and continues getting dressed. I debate questioning her further on her enjoyment of our actions and offer that she stay in here while I go back to the house to get her a change of clothing, but I change my mind as the smell of her shame hits me.

My Beast whimpers at her rejection, and in anger I look away and continue organizing my desk. I assume the shame she feels is because she feels guilty for cheating on her husband. Judging by his inability to pleasure her I would say that he was a lousy mate, but maybe I was mistaken.

“Can I have more of your blood? I’m tired of getting burnt.” She questions just moments before leaving.

Despite telling myself that I wasn’t going to give her any of my blood, the sight of her so burnt and injured has me quite uncomfortable. Admittedly, I’m glad that she asked. I didn’t want to give her the wrong impression by offering, and by her asking it seems like I’m doing her a favor rather than because I care.

“Fine.”

The scent of her tears increases as she leaves my office, her moodiness leaving me perplexed. Human women are so confusing, reminding me exactly why I prefer Beasts. They are straightforward and confident, never making me guess what they want and need.

I listen in as she accuses me of rejecting her to Olivia. I have done no such thing. Does she expect me to confess my undying love to her because she brought me to orgasm? I roll my eyes at her antics, turning to watch as she leaves my office and scurries over to my house.

I worry that Freya will say something rude to Áine, but hope that my scent on her will be enough to signal that I have recognized the human as my mate. If not, then the glaring mark on her neck should be enough to do the trick.

I couldn’t believe the audacity of her to break into my house and lay her naked body in my bed while my mate was in the shower. It took everything in me not to shift and rip out her throat when I came home and spotted her, the only thing holding me back being the connection she shares with my brother.

He would feel her death like it was his own, and would likely never forgive me. It took him months to be even look me in the eye after she took advantage of me and ran away.

I ordered Freya to get dressed and leave immediately, but her begging and pleading made her slow and Áine finished up in her shower before she had left. My Beast was furious at me for allowing myself to be put in such a situation, and in a sad attempt to show my loyalty I left my door open so Áine could see that I was not hiding the woman in my room.

I’m drawn away from my thoughts as Áine slams the back door of my house shut, the noise loud and expressive of her anger. I hold back a smile as I focus back on my work, trying not to let myself think about the fact that I find enjoyment in her outbursts.