Page 65 of Aine

It’s suspicious, especially considering he’s going behind his brother’s back to do so. I wonder if there’s more to their relationship than they let on. I wouldn’t be entirely surprised to learn they had some secret ongoing affair they’re trying to cover up.

She warmed Damien’s bed at least once, but I wonder if there were other instances they’re keeping hidden.

I yank my arm away as Damien closes the distance, but he ignores my rejection and grabs my waist. I shriek and push at him as he sets me on his desk. He doesn’t hesitate to slot himself between my legs, his torso wide enough my thighs must stretch to accommodate him.

“I was unaware how sensitive you are about our relationship.” He laughs, finding enjoyment out of the minor jealousy I feel. “I’m faithful to you.”

I hate his teasing. It’s pretty bold of him to think I care about what he does and with whom. I only think it’s a shitty thing for him to be doing to Alex.

Damien tries to run his hands up my thighs as I stew over my thoughts, his attempt to take advantage of my distraction annoying. I push his hands away, scowling as he replaces them seconds later.

“I’d still like to go with you two to the village.” I tense as he settles his hands on my waist.

Damien wastes no time rejecting me. “No.”

He refuses to meet my gaze, choosing instead to watch his fingers run along my body. I frown at his answer, disappointment flaring in my chest. Does he not want anybody to know he has a human mate? My lips curl at the realization he’s embarrassed by me.

While Henry may have treated me like shit, he was never shy to show me off.

“Why not?” I push.

Damien remains silent. He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as he slides his hands to my inner thighs, then he snorts when I try to wiggle away. He’s trying to distract me, and it isn’t going to work. With a quiet huff, I wrap my hands around his forearms, intending to push him back.

We both freeze as my palm makes contact with his mark, my skin pressing firmly against the small scar and sending a wave of arousal through us both. I gulp as he flexes his arm up against mine, further pressing it into my palm.

I suck in a shaky breath, unsure what to do, before deciding to take a risk and wrapping my fingers the rest of the way around his forearm.

My voice is breathless when I finally find it. “I want to go with you.”

Damien groans, the sound emerging from his chest and spreading through my bones. “No.”

I twist my palm over his skin, ignoring the clenching of my thighs around his waist.

“I want to go with you,” I repeat, watching with wide eyes as his roll back. “Or I’ll touch my mark every hour on the hour from the moment you leave until the moment you’re back.”

His lips part, but no noise comes out as he drops his forehead against mine. My sex aches, but I ignore it as I squeeze his mark once more for good measure.

It takes everything in me not to roll my hips against his. It feels like every one of my nerve endings is firing off at once, the euphoric sensations present throughout my whole body. I force myself to remain strong as I pull back and dig my fingernails into the scar.

“Aine.” Damien pants, covering my hand in an attempt to halt my motions. “I know you’re bluffing.”

His eyes are unfocused, and I take advantage of the distraction and press my fingers into the mark on my neck. The action has me gasping, unable to remain silent as I arch into his chest. That feels better than I thought it would.

Damien moans as I give in and roll my hips, desperately seeking contact with his. He’s quick to provide it, his hands sliding to my waist so he can pull me forward and press his growing bulge against me.

“Do you want to take that risk?” I tease, letting him brush away my hand and replace it with his mouth.

I cry out as his tongue makes contact with my skin, my mark pulsating as I rock against him. He rubs himself against me one more time before pushing me flat against his desk. My mind flashes to the image of Olivia in this same position, but I force the thought away before I can get upset about it.

Damien’s quick to follow, his body hovering over mine as he buries his face in my neck and finds my mark with his tongue again. He flattens it over the sensitive spot, licking softly before stiffening the muscle and tracing the imprints his teeth left in me.

It feels so fucking good, and I tilt my head so he has more room as I wrap my arms around his waist and hold him against me.

I know I’ll regret my brazen actions later, but I can’t bring myself to care as I slide my hands up his shirt so I can touch his bare skin.

Damien pulls back to look me in the eye. His pupils are completely blown out, and I can’t help but love the feeling of making him so crazed. He licks his bottom lip as he trails his gaze down my body, his attention lingering on my panting chest before returning to my flushed cheeks.

“I suppose it’s a risk I don’t want to take,” he mumbles quietly.

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