Alpha Damien's Trouble Maker (by Ruby Anne) novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167

Selene

Flashback

“Child, are you the one going after Alpha Damien?”

The voice had been soft, aged, yet steady, carrying the weight of someone who had seen far too much of the world. One of my warriors immediately frowned and stepped forward, placing himself slightly in front of me as if to shield me.

“Show your respect, Elder,” he snapped. “This is our Luna and our General. Do not be rude.”

The elderly woman instinctively took a small step back at his tore, her wrinkled hands tightening around the wooden staff she carried. I sighed at the unnecessary hostility and pushed my warrior aside.

“Do not be disrespectful,” I told him calmly. “She is an elder.”

He stiffened at my words and bowed his head before retreating this place.

I turned back to the elderly woman and inclined my head politely. “Yes, Elder, I am the one going after the Demon of the West.”

The woman studied my face for a long moment before slowly shaking her head. “Do not go,” she said quietly. “You will die.”

At her words, my warriors immediately went on alert, their hands drifting toward their weapons as suspicion filled their eyes. They did not like prophecies of death directed at me.

“At ease,” I ordered.

Reluctantly, they obeyed, though none of them fully relaxed. I looked back at the woman, curiosity flickering in my gaze. “What do you mean I will die?”

“The Demon of the West is more dangerous than the rumors say she replied, her voice unwavering. “Do not underestimate him. You will surely die if you do.”

Ares, my right-hand man, stepped forward then, confidence written all over his face. “Our General is very strong,” he said proudly. “There is no one stronger than her in our pack or the neighboring packs.”

The woman glanced at him, then back at me. “Strength does not mean you are stronger than him. He is a man who does not hesitate. He does not bend to anyone. He does not obey anyone, not even the Moon Goddess herself. He kneels for no one.”

I listened to every word carefully. Instead of fear, however, I felt something else entirely.

A slow, cunning smile had spread across my lips.

My warriors noticed immediately.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” someone muttered under their breath.

The elderly woman raised an eyebrow. “What is wrong?”

Ares let out a helpless chuckle, “You just gave our General an ide..”

“What idea?” the woman asked, clearly confused.

My body betrayed me, reacting before my mind could even think, and I didn’t care. How could I? Not with him there, kneeling before me, his hands gripping my thighs as if he owned every inch of me, his tongue pressing into me like he hadn’t eaten in days, and I was his only meal.

His skillful tongue swirled slowly inside me, tracing every sensitive curve, tasting me until my knees threatened to buckle.

“Oh gods… nnhg…” this time, I couldn’t stop it, my moans slipped freely, and he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the soft hum vibrating against me told me he liked it, liked how I shivered, liked how helpless I was beneath him. And when he tightened his hands around my thighs, and my body screamed in response

I had meant it when I said I was going to get him on his knees, but not like this.

I had never imagined it would feel like this, being on the edge of control, feeling so dangerous, and yet so utterly delicious, Even Adrian had never gone on his knees like this for me. What was I saying? Adrian had never even eaten me out before. He was a royal; to him, sex was supposed to be routine, quick, and efficient. Yet here was the most important alpha in the world, taking his time, eating me out slowly, utterly unconcerne with the minutes slipping away.

And yet, I couldn’t deny it. I wanted him. Every moan, every shiver, every desperate gasp was proof that I did.

“Damn it,” I whispered, breathless, my voice trembling. “I—”

He didn’t let me finish. His hands gripped my thighs tighter, holling me in place as his tongue flicked over the most sensitive spots. I gasped, arching, pressing myself into him, and moan tore from my throat despite my best efforts to stay quiet.

I was trembling, when I felt his long finger pressing against me. My breath caught in my throat instantly. My thighs shook under his grip, and heat pooled between my legs, spreading through every nerve in my body.

“Hmm, still so tight…” he rasped, almost to himself, the roughness in his voice making something coil in my stomach, and my chest ache with need.