Page 43 of Knocked Up By My Fated Alpha
Raven pushed my hand over the slight curve of her belly and lower. Much lower.
Chapter Fourteen
Raven
My body didn’t feel like it was mine.
It hadn’t felt like mine since Alpha Damien abandoned me at the party, high and dry, or in my case, wet. It hadn’t felt like mine in the days that followed, when I’d tried to avoid any and all contact with Alpha Damien. But I’d failed, and here we were again.
I burned, set ablaze with a passion that threatened to unmake me and blurred my reasoning until I was functioning on autopilot. As though having an out-of-body experience, I watched my hand settle over Alpha Damien’s, guiding him lower to where I ached and ached. As he found me slick and desperate, a dry chuckle followed dark, sensual words.
“Are you always such a terrible liar, Raven?”
My hips mindlessly pursued his evasive fingers, and I struggled to process his words.
“What?” I rasped.
Alpha Damien grunted, his hand slipping between my legs and his fingers—oh, Goddess.
“If you find my touch so repulsive why are your panties soaked?”
A small whimper left my lips at his words and his touch. Once I’dbeen certain of what I wanted. I’d been certain that whatever it was, it wasn’t Alpha Damien. But now…I wasn’t sure of anything.
Those dreams I’d had of him had been merely a symptom of a much larger problem. The problem? I wanted Alpha Damien with a ferocity that undid me. I wanted to climb him. I wanted him to take me hard. To choke me. Bite me. To mark every inch of me until I was indisputably his in every way—
My sanity returned in a cold dose of unexpected clarity. I wanted Alpha Damien to mark me? Where the hell did that thought come from?
Spooked, I broke away from Alpha Damien’s grip, my legs weak and shaky as I grabbed my gym bag off the floor and ran the fuck away.
We didn’t talkabout it, which was perfectly fine by me. I wasn’t very interested in rehashing one of the singularly most embarrassing moments of my life. So things remained decidedly tense between Alpha Damien and me when the day for our first ultrasound finally came.
This was the twelve-week mark, and the first time I was going to see my baby. Discomfited, I shifted on my seat, still waiting to be called in for the procedure. I shifted again, a shiver racing through my body and anxiety tugging at the edges of my mind.
“Hey,” Alpha Damien seemed closer than he’d been mere seconds ago, a concerned expression on his face. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” I responded curtly, letting my gaze dip, subtly angling myself away from him, hoping he’d get the hint and go right back to ignoring me. Another shiver snuck up on me, and as I rubbed my palms together, I heard a rustle. Then Alpha Damien was draping his thick suit jacket over my shoulders.
Head tipped back, I watched him carefully tuck my hands into the sleeve of the jacket, my mind blank as his scent of citrus and cedar enveloped me.
“I was wrong,” he admitted, his movement smooth. “In the training room.”
I inhaled sharply, a strange pain lancing through me at his words. I hated how I lost control of myself so completely around Alpha Damien, but every time he referred to our lapses in judgment, however indirectly, as a mistake, it hurt.
A lot. It was a stupid, dumb, and illogical feeling, but that was how I felt.
“Just then?” I asked stiffly, attempting a lighthearted tease, but Alpha Damien’s expression only grew more solemn.
“At our engagement party too,” he continued after a beat. “You were right. I had no right to be possessive about you and dictate who you talked to. My wolf was…”
Alpha Damien seemed at a loss for words, a silent plea for understanding in his golden gaze.
“I should have exercised proper control over him. Over myself. Can you forgive me?”
How could I when there was nothing to forgive? I’d wanted Alpha Damien to do everything he’d done to me. In fact, I’d wanted more. But I nodded in response, simply wanting the conversation to be done. However, Alpha Damien took that as permission to settle in right next to me, even closer than he had been earlier, his gaze still locked on me.
“Now will you tell me why you are so jittery?”
I went still, surprised he’d noticed, and for a moment, I contemplated denying his accusation, but in the end, the truth left my lips unbidden.
