Rejected By One Alpha, Claimed By Another

Chapter 5: Lost My Virginity In A Bathroom

Serena's POV

Damien's hand was still around mine when security finally escorted the stranger out and the music came back on like nothing had happened, but everything had happened and my heart was still going crazy from all of it.

"Come with me," he said quietly, already moving, his grip on my hand firm and certain.

"Where are we going?" I asked as he pulled me through the crowd and out into the corridor, the noise of the party fading behind us as the door swung shut.

He checked both ways before pushing open the bathroom door at the end of the hall and pulling me inside, locking it behind us, and I should have said something about that but the way he turned to look at me made everything else secondary.

"Who was that man?" I asked, because that felt urgent.

"Someone I'll deal with," he said, jaw tight, "but not right now."

"Then what are we doing in here right now?" I said, crossing my arms because the dress was feeling very short and he was feeling very close.

He looked at me for a long moment and then his eyes moved down slowly, taking in the dress, all of it, and when they came back up something in his expression had completely shifted.

"You have no idea what you look like tonight," he said, his voice dropping lower, and it did something to my spine that I was not prepared for.

"Damien..." I started.

"Say my name again," he said, stepping closer, and I stepped back automatically and hit the sink counter behind me with nowhere left to go.

He stopped right in front of me, so close I could feel the warmth coming off him, and he reached up slowly and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing my jaw, and my whole body responded like it was something enormous.

"I've been watching you all night," he murmured, his thumb tracing my jaw slowly, "in that dress, laughing, not knowing what you were doing to every single person in that room."

"I wasn't doing anything," I said but my voice came out much smaller than I wanted it to.

"You were doing everything," he said softly, and then he leaned in and kissed me.

It started slow, just his mouth on mine, w and I thought for one whole second that I could be calm about this, that I could handle it, and then he kissed me deeper and my hands grabbed his shirt without asking permission and calm left the building entirely.

One hand of his cuppedmy face and the other finding my waist and pulling me flush against him and I made a sound against his mouth that I would have been mortified about if I had been capable of thinking about anything at all.

"Serena," he said against my lips, just my name, nothing else, and that was somehow the thing that completely undid me.

I kissed him back properly then, both hands in his hair, pulling him closer, and he made a low sound and lifted me in one smooth motion and sat me on the edge of the counter, stepping between my knees, and the kiss went from intense to something else entirely.

His mouth moved to my jaw, my neck, his lips and teeth and warmth dragging down, and I tipped my head back and let him and my wolf was doing something very loud inside me that I had zero interest in quieting.

His hands slid to the neckline of my dress and he looked up at me, just checking, and I didn't stop him so he pulled it down slowly until my chest was free and the cool air of the bathroom hit my skin and I shivered.

He pulled back and just looked for a moment and the way he was looking at me made my face warm, like I was something worth looking at, actually worth it, and then he bent his head and pressed his mouth to the curve of my breast, slow open kisses across my skin that made my fingers tighten in his hair, and then his tongue found my n****e and I gasped out loud, the sound bouncing off the tiles.

He took his time there, unhurried, one hand palming my other breast while his mouth worked the first, rolling his tongue and grazing lightly with his teeth until my back was arching off the counter and my thighs were squeezing around him trying to pull him closer.

He moved to the other one and did it all again, slower this time, like he was enjoying the sounds I was making, and I was gripping the edge of the counter with one hand and his hair with the other and barely holding myself together.

Then his mouth started moving down, kissing down my sternum, my stomach, and his hands pushed my dress up my thighs as he lowered himself and I realized what he was doing and my breath completely stopped.

He looked up at me from where he was, his hands warm on the inside of my thighs, holding them apart gently, and he raised an eyebrow like he was asking.

I answered by pulling his head toward me instead of away and he made a low sound against my inner thigh that I felt everywhere and then he pulled my panties off slowly and his mouth was c**t and I stopped being capable of forming thoughts at all.

He was slow about it, impossibly slow, his tongue moving in long deliberate strokes while his hands held my thighs steady because they kept trying to close around him, and I had both hands in his hair and my head tipped back against the mirror and I was saying his name over and over in a way that would have embarrassed me if I had been in any condition to feel embarrassed.

He slid one finger in slowly while his mouth kept working and I made a sound that was frankly humiliating and he hummed like he was pleased about it and added another and curled them and I came completely apart right there on the bathroom counter with his name in my mouth and my hands pulling at his hair.

He held me through it, pressing soft kisses to my inner thigh while I caught my breath, and when I finally looked down at him he was looking up at me with dark eyes and a expression that made my chest ache.

He stood up slowly and reached past me for some tissue and cleaned his hand and then just looked at me, waiting, not pushing, letting me have a moment.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly, his thumb rubbing small circles on my hip.

"Yes," I said, and I meant it more than I had meant anything in a long time.

He kissed me again, softer this time, and I could taste myself on his mouth and it should have felt strange but it didn't, it just felt like part of him now, part of this, part of whatever this was becoming.

His hands found my waist and pulled me off the counter gently and guided me backward until the back of my knees hit the closed toilet lid and he lowered me down onto it and knelt in front of me and kissed me again, deep and slow, his hands pushing my dress up further.

"Still okay?" he murmured against my mouth.

"Still okay," I breathed back.

He stood and reached for his belt, unhurried, watching my face the entire time, and I watched him back and did not look away and something about that felt important.

"We don't have to," he said quietly, pausing.

"I know," I said, "I want to."

He nodded and finished and then he was kneeling in front of me again, one hand gentle on my knee, and he lifted my leg slowly and hooked it over his hip and looked at me one more time and I nodded and he pressed forward slowly, carefully, giving me every second to adjust, his forehead dropping to mine.

It was uncomfortable at first and he stopped every time I shifted, checking my face, not moving until I told him to, and I had expected it to feel like something being taken but it didn't.

He moved slowly, one hand holding my waist and the other braced on the wall behind me, and it was awkward and slightly uncomfortable and also somehow the most intimate thing that had ever happened to me because he kept looking at my face, kept asking if I was alright, kept going slower whenever I made a sound he wasn't sure about.

"You're okay," he said quietly against my temple, not a question, just reassurance, and I nodded against his jaw and held onto his shoulders and let myself be completely present in this moment in this ridiculous bathroom at this ridiculous party and felt, for the first time in my life, entirely chosen.

Afterward he held me for a long time, both of us still and quiet, my face against his shoulder and his hand in my hair, and I was thinking that maybe this was what it was supposed to feel like.

It was then I heard two voices outside in the corridor, and I would have ignored them completely except for the name.

"Alpha Amit is on campus." The said and I went completely still.

"He came through the east gate twenty minutes ago, alone, no warriors with him."

Damien's hand in my hair stopped moving and his whole body went still and I knew without looking that he had heard every word.

I pulled back slowly and looked up at him and his expression was closed off.

My mouth had gone completely dry.

"Damien," I whispered slowly and tears streamed down my eyes slowly.