Knightly’s P.O.V.
I had Damien writhing under me as I switched my attention from his lips to his pulse. My mate’s arousal was overflowing into the atmosphere, engaging me in such a way that I was almost in pain from the amount of pleasure he was giving me. It was like pleasure and pain but mostly pleasure as I sucked on his pulse, feeling it flutter beneath my tongue. Damien moaned loudly, grabbing onto my hair as he always did.
My wolf had definitely done a great job yesterday but I had to put him back in his cage before he ended up marking and changing Damien before he was ready. Call it rationality or stupidity, I don’t care. My mate had to make that decision on his own.
“Oh, fudge! Kni!” he gasped, arching his back off of my bed in pleasure.
He had come to me after school saying th
