Page 57 of Knocked Up By My Fated Alpha
“Raven, look at me. Please.” The paper-thin edge of desperation Alpha Damien’s voice held was so unexpected that I couldn’t help but glance up at him. His exquisite jawline held a tension I was unfamiliar with.
“I was wrong to push you away after the party,” he rasped almost painfully, his golden gaze steady on mine. “I was so caught up in myself that I hurt you.”
“It’s fine,” I interrupted, guarding my heart, the memory of his bitter words in the car all but a breath away. “I shouldn’t have asked you such a personal question. It was insensitive of me. I apologize.”
“You’ve got nothing to apologize for,” Damien growled, his voicedark with self-loathing. “You shared so much of yourself with me, but when it came down to it, I couldn’t reciprocate.”
I froze, the rawness of his words slicing through me. His hands found mine with a startling gentleness, his gaze locking with mine as he pressed a gentle kiss to my knuckles.
“I was wrong and stupid, and I’m so damn sorry,” Damien apologized. “Can you forgive me?”
My heart spasmed, tight and aching. The truth? I’d already forgiven him for a while now. The only reason I’d kept my distance from him was because I was scared. Scared of the dangerous sway Alpha Damien had over me. Scared of how easily he disarmed me.
“You are forgiven,” I said softly, managing a small smile. “Don’t do it again.”
Alpha Damien’s shoulders slumped with a sigh of relief, and when he pulled me into a tight embrace, I felt the slight tremble that ran through him.
“I missed you, Raven,” he murmured, lips brushing my cheek like a promise.
I went still, my breath catching as Damien pressed a chaste kiss to my forehead, his thumb skimming over my cheekbone. I’d let him go. Or at least I’d thought so. I thought I’d buried these complicated feelings for Alpha Damien. But my body leaned into his instinctively, my eyes falling shut.
“Damien.”
I didn’t recognize my voice. It was soft. Needy. Undeniable. I felt him stiffen at the sound of it. The suggestiveness of my tone.
“Raven.”
My teeth sank into my lower lip, the heat between us sparking and burning. I trembled, painfully aware of the inches between his lips and mine, his strong thighs beneath me, the solidness of his body against mine, the roar of blood in my ears drowning out my rationality.
The next moment was as inevitable as sunrise. It was a culmination of all those stolen heated moments between Damien and me. Every moment we’d denied the simmering tension, building and cresting,shadowing our every interaction at the office, at his townhouse, and even here at the pack house.
But what tipped me over the edge was selfish. It was an emotion born the moment Elias told me about Rielle. In that moment, I’d finally understood how out-of-control Alpha Damien had felt when he’d forbidden me from speaking to Elias and any other male in his absence.
I didn’t have a name for it. Just a word on the tip of my tongue, ringing in my head. Mine. Mine. Mine.
I opened my eyes to see Alpha Damien staring down at me with a look that mirrored the conflicting emotions that owned me. Within a breath, I was closing the distance between us, tugging Alpha Damien down by his shirt and hungrily claiming what I’d tried to deny myself for so long.
Alpha Damien tasted like temptation, spiced heat, dark honey, and smoke, undoubtedly addictive and sinfully decadent. He tasted like dreams I didn’t dare whisper aloud. I couldn’t get enough.
A deep, primal sound tore from Alpha Damien’s throat, and he took over the kiss, dominating me with a need that matched my own. His hand slid into my hair, his grip tightening as his tongue parted my lips and laid claim to me.
My lips parted eagerly beneath his, his tongue expertly stroking over mine as his other hand found my waist, trailing lower—his palm scorching as it molded over my ass and thighs with an entitlement that made my nipples harden against my bra.
I lost my breath and found it again as he adjusted me with casual strength, angling my hips so my legs were splayed indecently over his lap, his thigh settling between them. A moan rose from me only to be stifled by our kiss as I ground myself shamelessly against him, my mind shot with intense stimulation and pleasure, my fingers tangling in his shirt.
Goddess, it felt so good I would have cried if I had enough breath to. Yet it wasn’t enough. Not nearly. As though he were in sync with my very thoughts, I felt Damien’s hand sharpen into claws and in the next breath, they were gone, my shirt with them.
I shivered, a cool gust kissing my bare skin, but Damien was there, warm hands on my breasts, his body hot against mine even as his lips left mine to trail the most sensual of kisses down the side of my neck, the slightly sharpened edges of his canines grazing that sensitive patch of skin that would have held his mark if we’d been a real couple.
His teeth dug in, nearly breaking skin, and my core tightened reflexively, the delicious friction of his thigh against my clit falling short of the fullness I desperately craved, and my lips parted on a raspy pant.
“Damien.”
I would have begged if I had enough presence of mind to, groveled, sobbed, abased myself even. But he heard the unvoiced plea in my voice, and faster than I could form a thought, I was on my back, Alpha Damien braced above me, his thigh still nestled between mine, the look in his eyes scorching.
“Tell me to stop,” Damien rasped, his tone almost tortured.
I shivered, my breath coming fast as I took in the sight of him, the naked look of want in those golden eyes, the way the exquisitely defined muscles of his forearm rippled as he kept himself tightly coiled apart from me. Like he had the first time we’d been together, he was giving me a chance to pull away and act like this moment of surrender had never happened. To go back to our normal.
