Damien’s POV 1
The moment Sera’s fingers tangled in my tie, pulling me close with desperate strength, every rational thought in my head simply…
stopped. The scent of her hit me like a physical blow.
Her emerald eyes, still zed from whatever drug that bastard had given her, were fixed on my face with an intensity that made my
chest feel like it was being crushed in a vise.
“Please,” she whispered again, her voice barely audible but carrying enough desperate need to make my control snap like a breaking
chain.
“Hospital,” I managed to rasp, though the word felt like broken ss in my throat. “We need to get you to a hospital, make sure you’re
okay.”
But even as I said it, I was already pulling away from the curb, my hands shaking on the steering wheel as I fought against every instinct
that was screaming at me to pull over right here, right now, and im what was mine.
“No,” Sera’s voice came out breathy and unfocused, her words slightly slurred despite her obvious effort to speak clearly. When I nced in the rearview mirror, I saw her leaning forward, her emerald eyes dted and burning with an intensity that had nothing to do with
rity. “Not the hospital. Please, Damien. I’m burning… I need…”
Her hands were pressed against her chest, her breathing rapid and shallow as whatever drug that bastard had given her coursed through her system. The scent of her arousal hit me like a physical blow, sweet and intoxicating and absolutely devastating to my already fraying
control.
“Sera, you’re not thinking clearly,” I managed to rasp, even as Alex wed frantically at my consciousness, howling with desperate need
as the mate bond between us pulled tighter with each passing second. “The drug-”
“I don’t care about the drug,” she whispered, her voice thick with need and confusion. “I just… God, Damien, it hurts. Everything hurts
except when I think about you touching me.”
My knuckles went white on the steering wheel. I pressed harder on the elerator, but instead of heading toward the hospital, I found myself taking the turn toward the industrial district, toward the empty warehouses and deserted streets where no one would interrupt <ol><li></li></ol>
The moment I pulled into an empty parking lot surrounded by dark warehouses, she was moving. With surprising grace despite her drugged state, she climbed over the center console, her movements fluid but unsteady, driven by pure instinct rather than conscious
thought.
“Sera-” I started to protest, but then she was straddling myp, her hands fisting desperately in my shirt, and every coherent thought.
simply evaporated under the onught of her heat and scent.
“Don’t,” she whispered, her face inches from mine, pupils blown wide with chemical desire. Her breath was warm and unsteady against
my lips, her body trembling with need. “I need you to make it stop burning.”
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Her proximity was overwhelming-the heat of her body, the way her dress had ridden up to reveal the smooth skin of her thighs, the
rapid flutter of her pulse at the base of her throat. My hands moved to her waist without conscious thought, spanning the narrow curve
and pulling her closer until there was no space between us.
“What you want?” I asked, my voice barely recognizable as my own. 2
“You,” she said simply, and the word hit me like a punch to the sr plexus. “I want you. I want my mate.”
Thest shred of my control snapped like a breaking wire. My mouth crashed against hers, hungry and desperate and probably too
rough, but she met me with equal fervor, her lips opening under mine as her nails dug into my shoulders through the fabric of my shirt.
She tasted like wine and something indefinably sweet, something that was purely her, and I couldn’t get enough. My hands roamed her
back, tracing the elegant line of her spine through the silk of her dress, while she made soft sounds against my mouth that drove me
absolutely wild.
“Sera,” I breathed against her lips, my voice rough with barely controlled desire, “you’re driving me insane.”
She whispered back, her words slightly slurred but heavy with want. Her teeth found my lower lip, biting with just enough pressure to
make me groan. The drug had lowered her inhibitions, made her bolder, more demanding.
My hands trembled as they found the zipper of her dress. She arched against me like a cat seeking warmth, her movements fluid but
unsteady. The emerald fabric whispered down her shoulders, revealing inch after inch of porcin skin that seemed to glow in the
moonlight.
When the dress pooled around her waist, leaving her in nothing but ckce that contrasted starkly with her pale skin, I had to grip
the steering wheel to keep from losing all control. My breathing was ragged, my pulse thundering.
“Damien,” she breathed, my name sounding like a prayer on her lips. Her hips moved against mine instinctively, seeking friction, seeking
relief from the fire building between us. “Please… I need…”
Her words dissolved into soft moans as she rocked against me, the friction driving us both toward madness. Her movements were
uncoordinated from the drug but filled with raw need that made my control snap like a breaking chain.
“Tell me what you need,” I growled against her throat, my hands guiding her movements as she writhed in myp.
“You,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. “All of you. Make me forget everything else.”
When I pushed inside her, we both groaned loud enough to echo in the car. She was perfect – hot and tight and mine. Everything I’d ever
wanted without knowing it.
“Move,” she gasped, her words slurred but desperate. “Damien… please…”
I gripped her hips hard and started moving. Not gentle. Not careful. She wanted it rough, and I gave it to her. Her head snapped back,
showing me that pale throat, and I nearly lost it right there.
“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, her nails scratching down my chest. “Harder.”
I fucked her with desperate, driving thrusts in the cramped backseat. Her cries-sharp, gasping, unrestrained-echoed around us,
shattering what little control I had left. This wasn’t just sex. 2
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My mouth crashed down on her throat, biting kisses into her corbone. She arched off the seat, a raw moan tearing from her lips. The
drug in her veins had burned away every thought, leaving only naked need. She was pure sensation under my hands.
“More,” she gasped, fingers twisted tight in my hair. “Please, Damien…”
I mmed into her harder. The wildness of her hips, the desperate plea in her voice-it pushed me toward madness. My grip tightened
on her waist, forcing her deeper onto me, driving us both toward the edge.
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Her hands wed at my back. “Mark me!” she screamed, voice breaking. “Bite me! Make me fucking yours!”
I ripped her top down. My teeth scraped hard over her nipple, biting down until she jerked with a sharp cry. My palm cracked against her
ass, again and again, the p echoing each thrust. Her thighs mped hard around my hips.
“I’m yours-fuck! DAMIEN!” she shrieked.
Her whole body locked tight. A violent tremble rocked her, then she screamed, a gush of wetness soaking my thighs as she came,
shuddering uncontrobly against me.
I crushed my mouth onto hers, biting down on her swollen lower lip. With a guttural roar, my hips jerked deep. I pulsed inside her,
warmth spilling out before pulling back to cream thick ropes across her trembling inner thigh.
Everything in me roared YES. Every instinct demanded I sink my teeth into her neck and im her forever. But her eyes were still too
bright, too wild. The drug was still in her system.
Instead I grabbed her face and kissed her hard as we both exploded. She shattered around me, her whole body shaking as I poured
myself into her.
After, she copsed against me, trembling and breathing hard. I could feel her pulse racing under my hands. My wolf was going crazy,
demanding I mark her now while she was soft and willing in my arms.
But I couldn’t. Not like this.
“You’re still drugged,” I said roughly, my voice raw. “I won’t mark you until you’re clear.”