Page 40 of Knocked Up By My Fated Alpha
She begged so beautifully. Of course, she did. Everything about her was beautiful. Raven trembled, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her hips undulating against my fingers.
“Damien.”
The sound of my name on her lips was my undoing. What had begun as a power play for my wolf to assert dominance shifted into something brimming with insatiable hunger and desire.
“Say it,” I demanded, my control fraying at the edges.
Seeing her earlier with Elias shook me in a way I’d never admit. From the familiarity in the way he held her down, and the way her eyes glittered with tears as they spoke. And it had taken every bit of control I possessed not to attack my nephew for simply talking to her.
Every time I thought I understood my wolf’s obsession with Raven, I was proven wrong. Now more than ever. I didn’t just findRaven fascinating. I craved her. Her words. Her glare. Her touch. Her anger. Even her tears. They were all mine.
Mine.
Mine.
Fucking mine. And I wasn’t going to share.
“Say it,” I repeated, unable to resist the urge to lean in and drag my tongue over her kiss-swollen, honeyed lips.
Raven let out a desperate sound, her lips parting eagerly for me, and she bit me vindictively, a rebellious fire in her gaze, even though her voice remained thick with arousal.
“Fuck you, Damien.”
I tasted the copper of my blood and felt myself stiffen even more.
“Don’t worry, Raven, we’ll get there if you beg enough,” I promised, meeting her frustrated glare as I shoved another finger inside her. Raven’s walls spasmed around me, her wetness drenching my fingers, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.
The leash on my control rattled. Fuck. At this rate, I would be the one who caved first before she gave in to my demands. Raven’s body tensed against mine, her hips—
“Alpha.”
I felt the obtrusive sensation in my mind of Sinclair trying to initiate a mindlink, and my wolf let out a growl of irritation at the interruption. Raven let out a soft gasp, her hands cupping her breasts through her dress, her perfectly manicured fingers on her nipples as her eyes rolled back, her hips still gyrating against my fingers.
A guttural sound of need left me, and I held her—
“Alpha, there’s an emergency. Another human has been murdered.”
Ice filled my veins, and I pulled back from Raven, my jaw clenched with frustration. The human authorities wouldn’t take this lightly.
As though coming out of a trance, Raven’s eyes blinked open slowly, a hint of betrayal in her gaze at my retraction, her legs shaky beneath her, her fair skin still tinged red from my kisses. Goddess. Even with everything going to hell, I wanted to kiss her. Needed—
“Eric will escort you home,” I said sharply with a clipped tone. “I have some affairs to attend to.”
Then I stalked past her and out of the room before I gave in to my baser desires and took her right there, human murders be damned.
My efforts toplacate the humans didn’t go well. “We are doing everything we can to locate the killer—”
“That’s not enough, Damien,” General Devon didn’t mince words.
The grizzled human general, a war veteran, was one of the few humans I held in high regard. Despite the fact that he headed one of the largest human government-sponsored werewolf hunting squads, he preferred diplomacy over blunt force and unnecessary death.
Usually.
“It isn’t enough,” General Devon repeated. “Not with a fourth human murdered. That’s four humans too many!”
He was right, but I still had to de-escalate the situation until the murderer was found.
“A war would lead to more losses on both our sides,” I reminded him.
