Jacob gasped in shock when, in a single swift motion, Damon pulled away the blanket that had been shielding his bare body.
The fabric that once gave him a sense of protection was gone in an instant.
Jacob instinctively reached for it, his hand stretching forward in desperation—but Damon was faster. The Alpha casually tossed it aside, leaving Jacob fully exposed beneath him.
Now, there was nothing left to hide.
Jacob lay on the bed, completely bare, directly under Damon's intense gaze.
A wave of heat rushed through his body as his hands moved quickly, trying to cover himself—especially the part of him that had already betrayed him.
He was hard.
And undeniably aroused.
Damon's smirk only grew wider at the sight, his dark eyes roaming freely over Jacob's body as if committing every detail to memory.
The way he looked at him—
It made Jacob's chest tighten.
"I…" Jacob tried to move, attempting to sit up, unable to endure the weight of Damon's stare any longer.
But the moment he tried—
Damon pinned him down again.
Firm.
Unyielding.
Both of Jacob's wrists were caught and held above his head with one hand, while Damon forced one knee between Jacob's legs, pressing against him in a way that made his breath hitch.
"Damon, let me go!" Jacob gasped.
But instead of letting him go, Damon moved.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
His knee shifted between Jacob's thighs, brushing against him just enough to send a jolt of sensation coursing through his body.
Jacob's muscles tensed instantly. A shiver ran down his spine. The feeling doubled when Damon leaned down and captured his lips—not in a gentle kiss, but in something far more consuming.
It wasn't a kiss.
It was hunger.
Damon devoured him.
Jacob's breath caught as Damon's lips moved roughly against his, stealing every ounce of control he had left. The intensity made his head spin, his thoughts scattering into nothing but sensation.
"Ahh…" A soft moan slipped from Jacob's lips despite himself.
His body reacted before his mind could stop it.
The heat.
The closeness.
The overwhelming presence of Damon.
It all twisted together, leaving him breathless.
Then—
Damon's hand moved.
Jacob's entire body trembled as he felt Damon's fingers wrap around him.
A sharp intake of breath escaped him.
His back arched slightly, his toes curling as Damon began to move his hand slowly—then faster.
Up and down.
Each motion is deliberate.
Each stroke sends waves of pleasure crashing through him.
Jacob's resistance faltered.
Then broke.
His body gave in completely, trembling uncontrollably beneath Damon's touch.
"Naughty boy…" Damon whispered near his ear, his voice low and teasing.
Jacob shivered as he felt the faint brush of Damon's tongue against his ear, the sensation sending another wave of heat through his body.
It was too much.
Everything was too much.
Jacob's breathing grew uneven as he felt himself getting closer—faster than he expected.
He placed both hands weakly against Damon's chest, attempting to push him away.
"D-Damon… stop… I'm—"
But Damon didn't stop.
If anything, his movements became faster.
Stronger.
More precise.
"Cum for me," Damon murmured, his voice commanding.
Jacob's eyes widened slightly. There was something about those words—
Something that made his chest ache.
A mix of frustration, shame… and something deeper.
Because no matter how much he hated it—
His body responded.
"Ahhh—!"
With a final, trembling cry, Jacob reached his peak.
His body tensed as the sensation overtook him completely, leaving him shaking and breathless as he released into Damon's hand. Some of it stained Damon's shirt.
Silence followed.
Heavy.
Thick.
Jacob's chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to catch his breath, his face burning red with embarrassment.
He watched, frozen, as Damon casually traced the stain on his shirt with his fingers—then brought them to his lips.
"Tastes good," Damon commented, his tone almost amused.
Jacob immediately turned his face away, unable to meet his gaze.
His entire body felt weak.
Drained.
Every ounce of strength he had seemed to disappear, leaving him lying there, exposed and vulnerable.
At that point—
What was the use of shame?
They had already crossed the line.
Far beyond it.
What was the point of hiding, when his body had already responded so openly?
What was the point of denying it—
When he had felt it?
When he had wanted it?
Jacob closed his eyes briefly.
He couldn't lie to himself anymore.
Even if part of him resisted…
Another part had accepted everything.
And that truth scared him.
Moments passed before Jacob slowly opened his eyes again.
He expected Damon to be gone.
To have left.
But he was still there.
Standing.
Watching him.
His gaze was deep, unreadable.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Damon broke the silence. "Let's take a shower," he said. "You got me dirty."
"Shut up!" Jacob snapped, his voice sharper than before.
Damon didn't react.
He simply continued staring at him.
"Go ahead," Jacob muttered, his voice softer now. "I'll bathe later."
"Jacob."
That tone again.
A warning.
But this time—
Jacob didn't let it control him.
"Not now… please, Alpha," he said quietly.
For once, there was no defiance.
Only exhaustion.
Slowly, Jacob pushed himself up from the bed, ignoring the lingering weakness in his body. He grabbed the discarded blanket and wrapped it around himself again before lying back down.
"I just want to rest…"
His voice faded as he closed his eyes, letting darkness take over his thoughts.
*Later That Day*
By the time afternoon arrived, Jacob finally found the strength to leave his room.
Slowly, carefully, he made his way down the stairs, gripping the railing tightly for support.
Each step sent a dull ache through his body.
But he pushed through it.
He refused to show weakness.
"Where are you going?"
Jacob looked up to see Beta Kulas approaching him.
"To the kitchen," Jacob replied simply. "I'm hungry."
His grip tightened on the railing as he steadied himself.
Kulas frowned slightly. "You could've just mind-linked us."
Then he paused.
"Oh… right," he added awkwardly. "You're human."
Jacob said nothing.
Kulas quickly moved to support him, helping him down the rest of the stairs.
When they reached the kitchen, the pack member was already preparing dinner.
"Sir Jacob," one of them greeted politely.
Jacob nodded in response.
Kulas guided him to a chair, helping him sit.
The moment Jacob did—
A sharp pain shot through him.
He flinched.
"Do you need a cushion?" Kulas asked. "I'll get one—"
"No," Jacob interrupted firmly. "I'm not that weak. And don't forget… I'm still a man."
Kulas raised his hands slightly in surrender but said nothing more.
Jacob endured the discomfort, even though every second made him want to stand up again.
But he wouldn't.
He refused to show it.
"I'll get your food," Kulas said instead.
Jacob nodded.
Moments later, Kulas returned with a tray and placed it in front of him.
Jacob began eating quietly.
Then Beta spoke again, "Tomorrow," Kulas said, "the Alpha's friends will be visiting. They'll be bringing their mates."
Jacob paused.
Just for a second.
Damon's friends.
Other Alphas.
He knew them.
But their mates?
He had never met them.
Not even once.
And for some reason—
That thought stirred something uneasy deep within him.