Page 59 of Knocked Up By My Fated Alpha
Damien stiffened, a guttural groan of something low and wrecked and desperate escaping him as he climaxed. My breath caught even though I couldn’t make out the words, my world blurring at the edges, everything tightening and snapping.
I came undone, falling apart in Damien’s arms, crying out as my back arched off the bed, the rush so dizzying that the entire world fell away. I came back to myself in pieces to find Damien curled almost protectively around me, his hand cradling my bump.
He didn’t speak. The moment felt far too fragile for that. Instead, he held me, dropping a kiss on my nape, my shoulder, and the inside of my wrist, breathing in my scent deeply as though he’d die if he stayed even a minute without it.
And in that moment, I felt myself unravel as I saw my earlier thoughts for the fraud that they’d been.
This hadn’t just been lust-driven. Not for me.
Chapter Nineteen
Damien
I woke up feeling lighter than I’d felt in years, the scent of Raven heavy in my lungs.
Half asleep, I reached out for her, undone by my savage need to have her in my arms as I had for the past couple of hours, to feel the warmth of her skin against mine, to press my lips to her skin and feel her shiver.
My fingers grasped air and a tangle of cooling sheets. I bolted upright, my eyes flying open, the sight before me confirming what I’d initially felt.
Raven was gone.
It felt like déjà vu. A sibling to the panic I’d felt that morning at the hotel when I’d woken up grasping for a stranger I could barely remember, only to meet emptiness. Only this time, I remembered her with aching detail, and Goddess help me, I didn’t think I could ever forget her.
I trembled as I had then, a sharp pain that felt like betrayal lancing through me. She was gone. She’d left me again and—
The shower turned on in the bathroom, a soft, familiar, feminine gasp penetrating the air. My panic drained out of me in an exhale ofrelief as I found my footing, making my way across the room unsteadily with an urgent need to see Raven, to know she was still here.
Raven didn’t notice me step into the bathroom, consumed as she was with lathering herself up. Her head was tilted back slightly, water running in rivulets from her dark, drenched hair down her curves, catching on the slopes of her hips, as her hands trailed down on a path I longed to follow across an expanse of alabaster skin I’d marked and claimed thoroughly the night before.
I felt myself harden as I watched her, completely enthralled. She was a vision of perfection made flesh and mine. Oh, so completely mine.
I didn’t understand how Raven had gotten under my skin so easily, when other women had tried for years and failed. I didn’t understand why my wolf was obsessed with her. I didn’t understand why her touch and the very sight of her undid me, but I realized I didn’t care very much either. Not as long as I had her.
I must have made a sound because Raven stiffened suddenly, swiftly turning to meet my gaze. Raven released a startled gasp, hands moving to cover herself, a beautiful flush of embarrassment creeping up her cheeks.
“How long have you been standing there?” She questioned, her voice almost breathless.
“Not long,” I lied.
Raven’s flush deepened, the fog from the shower curling around her like smoke.
“Wait your turn,” She blushed. “I’ll soon be done.”
But I was already in the shower, my movements a blur as I pinned her against the reinforced glass of the shower, the hot water beating down on us. Raven’s gasp of surprise was as soft as those moans I’d wrangled from her earlier when I’d taken her.
She made one more futile attempt to cover herself from me, and a growl left my throat, my fingers threading through her hair and forcing her gaze to meet mine.
“Let me see you, Raven,” I said, my voice tight with need.
With the remembrance of those hours so fresh in my mind, I couldn’t help but lean in, hungry for a taste of those lips—soft and warm, with the faint edge of sweetness and an undercurrent of something darker that undid me.
Groaning against her mouth, I chased the flavor, deepening our kiss, and Raven’s lips parted eagerly beneath mine, wet hands grasping almost blindly at my shoulders as I brushed her hair back, my lips moving from her lips to her chin to the fragile line of her nape, my need for her only growing.
“Damien,” Raven moaned, her gaze heavy-lidded, her body shivering and supple beneath my touch.
This woman would be my undoing. But as I kissed my way down her body, my lips on her swollen tits, her beautiful stretch marks to the sides of her belly bump even paler than her already pale skin, I found that I didn’t care one bit. My knees hit the tiled floor in front of her, and Raven’s lips parted with shock.
“What are you—oh.”
