Alpha Damien's Trouble Maker (by Ruby Anne) novel Chapter 166

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Chapter 166

Damien

This was the second time I was kissing her during the Rite.

The first time had been last night, in the shadows where no one ould see us, and yet here I was again, unable to wait even a full day before claiming her lips for myself.

I asked myself what was wrong with me, why my restraint seemed to crumble so easily whenever she was near, but no matter how many times I examined the question, I never found in answer that satisfied me. Then again, why did I need an answer when the very cause of my unrest was already in my arm?

I kissed her before she could finish whatever words she was about to spin.

My hand tightened around her waist while the other slid to the back of her head, angling her perfectly as I cut off her words with my mouth. Her hands lifted awkwardly between us, as if she had not expected me to kiss her again so suddenly, but I did not give her time to think, nor did I give her the chance to retreat. I wrapped one arm firmly around her thigh and, with an almost lazy motion, lifted her as though she weighed nothing at all. She gasped against my lips in surprise, but I only deepened the kiss, tasting the softness of her pink mouth as if I had been starved for it.

I moved forward without breaking contact and placed her on the desk behind us, stepping between her legs as though that position belonged to me.

When I finally leaned back, she was breathing slightly harder, her usual calm and indifferent mask cracked just enough to reveal something warmer underneath. A faint flush colored her cheeks, and that sight alone stirred something possessive and dark inside me. She met my eyes as if she wanted to speak, perhaps to argue or to deny what was happening, but I placed both hands on her waist and dragged her closer to the edge of the desk until she was seated directly in front of me.

She flinched at the sudden pull.

I looked at her from beneath my lashes, my gaze heavier now, the restraint I prided myself on thinning with every second. The sight of her like this, perched on the edge of my desk, lips swollen from my kiss and eyes slightly unfocused, did something dangerous to my control.

“Is this what you wanted, Moonborn?” I asked quietly, my lips curving faintly as I leaned closer. “After all, you just declared yourself my lover.”

She swallowed, and I watched the delicate movement of her throat with shameless focus.

“Alpha Damien, you are misunderstanding,” she began. “I did no mean it that way. I only wanted to leave quickly, so I acted that way-oh-”

Her explanation dissolved into a soft sound when I lowered my mouth to her neck.

I kissed the sensitive skin just below her ear before gently grazing it with my teeth, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her how easily I could undo her composure, Her fingers clenched into the fabric of my clothes, trembling slightly, and I felt the reaction ripple through her body. Her neck was he weakness; I had learned that the first time, and she reacted just as intensely now.

A low hum left my throat at her response,

Every time she reacted like this, it felt like a silent challenge. I was not the one being touched, not the one losing control, and yet the way her body responded to me was deeply satisfying, as hough her pleasure fed something primal inside me.

My hands slid down to her thighs, resting there for a moment before I slowly eased them apart just enough to step closer. She shivered under my touch, and I lifted my head, studying he face carefully. Hooking a finger beneath her chin, I tilted her face upward so she had no choice but to look at me.

Her blue eyes met mine.

Those rare, beautiful eyes stared back at me, bright even now, filled with confusion, defiance, and something else she probably did not want me to see.