Page 38 of Daman
“Indeed.” Feliks turned his charismatic personality on me. “You must be Daman. You’re smaller than I expected. I thought Nephilim were supposed to be giants. And you’re… well, quite average.”
Average? Yeah, this guy could go fuck himself. His royal position had obviously gone straight to his head. He and Alastair would get along well. Best friends, no doubt.
“I’m big where it counts,” I responded.
Feliks surprised me by laughing. Hard. He then clapped Warrin on the shoulder. “I like him. Well done, Uncle.”
Kazimir introduced himself next. He was the second in line to the throne, but that would change once Feliks had an heir. The two of them seemed close, but I focused on him, trying to see if I could sense any envious feelings. Because some people could be shady as fuck.
I felt nothing though. No ill will toward his brother.
Milena approached our table, wearing a flowing blue dress and a matching bow in her silver pixie-cut hair. She gave us a polite little curtsey, which didn’t seem to suit her impish personality one bit.
“Mila,” Warrin greeted her, using the diminutive form of her name. It was similar to a pet name and mainly used out of affection.
“Happy Solstice! And congrats on your wedding too, of course.” She bounced over to me and grabbed my arm. “I’m stealing your husband, Uncle Warrin. Okay? Okay.”
As Milena and I danced, Warrin watched us. He took a drink and eyed me over his glass. So many of his expressions were unreadable, but I recognized the hungry look in his eyes. It took me off guard, and I accidentally stepped on Milena’s foot.
“Sorry,” I said.
“It’s okay. You were ogling my uncle.” She grinned. “Or should I say, ogling your new husband. You two are so cute together.”
Cute? Warrin and I were strangers forced together for the sake of the war. We weren’t exactly lovebirds. I wouldn’t even call us friends.
Bellamy was right about one thing though. It was sure to be one hell of a night.
Chapter Six
Warrin
I wanted Daman.
Sexual attraction was something I’d never felt for anyone. I had shoved all desires aside, with the exception of early mornings when I sometimes stroked my cock for a quick release. But I never thought of anyone while doing it. I focused on nothing but the sensation of my palm as I brought myself to orgasm.
However, as I watched Daman move around the ballroom, his suit emphasizing his slender and toned figure and his gaze flickering to mine, I had the urge to rip off his clothes and devour him.
The intensity of that desire shook me to my core. My hand trembled as I took another drink of water, wetting my suddenly tight throat. My pants felt more snug as my cock swelled.
“Man, sex is just rolling off you.” Bellamy dropped down in the chair beside me. His golden hair was combed over in a messy style, and the color of his eyes changed to light green. “Shit, you’re crazy about him, aren’t you? Not sure if you know this, but my eyes change color to show what a person finds most attractive. You seeing D’s eyes is just proof that you’re smitten.”
“What color does Daman see when he looks at you?”
Bellamy shrugged. “Lust has never been able to get a read on him. D thinks it’s because he doesn’t have a type, but really, I think it’s because he’s so guarded. He doesn’t let anyone close to him. Emotionally, anyway. He and I are tight, but he even blocks me out most of the time.”
Daman twirled Milena and spun her back to him. My niece looked so happy. And Daman, though with a hardened expression, seemed to be enjoying himself too.
“Why is he guarded?” I asked, wanting to know more about him but finding it much easier to speak with Bellamy than Daman. Less intimidating.
“You’ll have to ask him.” Bellamy tipped his glass back for a drink. “We each have a story that helped shape us. I don’t know how much he’s told you about his life before Lazarus made us become soldiers in his army, but there’s a lot of pain there. One thing I will tell you? Be patient with him. Beneath the spiteful attitude and grouchiness, he has a kind heart.”
I regarded the golden-haired Nephilim with interest. “You really care about him, don’t you?”
“He’s my brother. I’d die for him.”
A strange emotion struck the center of my chest. One I’d never felt before. Thorns twisted around my sternum and dug in deep.
Daman’s gaze suddenly shifted to me, and he frowned. My niece continued spinning him around the dance floor, forcing our eye contact to break. Why had he looked at me?
