Chapter 27: Chapter 27 I’m making you want me
Damian’s POV
The moment she slid into the backseat, the scent of gin and citrus flooded my senses. My wolf stirred immediately, restless and hungry.
Aria settled against the leather seat, her dress riding up slightly as she crossed her legs. Those green eyes met mine—hazy, unfocused, but still sharp enough to make my pulse kick.
"You didn’t answer my question," she said, words just slightly slurred. "What are you doing here?"
"Making sure you get home safely." I signaled Rick to drive.
"Stalking me, you mean."
A smile tugged at my lips. Even drunk, she had bite. "If I were stalking you, little wolf, you wouldn’t have noticed until I wanted you to."
She snorted, then hiccupped. "I’m not a wolf."
"You smell like one tonight."
"That’s—" She paused, frowning. "That’s probably Rachel. We were pressed together at the bar for like, three hours."
"Three hours?" I raised an eyebrow. "Celebrating something?"
"Destroying my former classmates’ fragile egos." She grinned, and fuck, she looked beautiful. Flushed cheeks, tousled hair, that mouth curving with satisfaction. "It was glorious."
"Tell me."
And she did.
She told me about Keira, about the fake friend, about the bet. Her voice grew more animated with each detail, hands gesturing wildly as she described the moment Victor appeared on video call.
I listened to every word, my eyes never leaving her face.
The street lights streaming through the windows painted her skin gold, then shadow, then gold again. Her laugh—raw and genuine—sent heat straight through me.
By the time she finished the story, we’d been driving for ten minutes and she’d shifted closer without realizing it.
Close enough that her knee brushed mine.
Close enough that I could see the rapid flutter of her pulse in her throat.
"You put her in her place," I said quietly.
"Damn right I did." She lifted her chin. "Nobody gets to call me a liar and walk away clean."
"Good."
The word came out rougher than I intended. My eyes dropped to her mouth—those lips slightly parted, glistening where she’d just licked them.
I wanted to kiss her. Wanted to pull her into my lap and taste the gin on her tongue, feel her body against mine, hear those little sounds she’d make when I—
I forced myself to look away, jaw clenched.
Control. I needed control.
Aria shifted in her seat, adjusting her dress. The movement made the fabric ride higher up her thighs, and in the passing streetlight, I caught a glimpse of lace.
My cock went hard instantly.
I hit the button for the privacy screen without thinking. The divider slid up smoothly, sealing us off from Rick.
Then I shrugged off my suit jacket and draped it across her lap, covering her legs.
"What are you doing?" She looked down at the jacket, then up at me.
"You’re exposed."
"So?" A slow smile curved her lips. "Bothering you, daddy?"
My jaw tightened. "Aria."
"What?" She pushed the jacket off her legs deliberately. "Don’t tell me the big bad Alpha King is a prude."
"I’m not—" I stopped myself. "You’re drunk."
"Not that drunk." She shifted closer, and her hand landed on my thigh. "And you’re very tense."
"Don’t."
"Don’t what?" Her fingers traced a path higher. "Touch you? But you’re so warm. And hard."
Christ.
"Aria." My voice was a warning. "Stop."
"Why?" She leaned in, her breath hot against my neck. "You don’t want me to?"
Every muscle in my body was locked tight. My wolf was snarling, demanding I take what was mine, claim her, mark her.
"You don’t know what you’re doing."
"I know exactly what I’m doing." Her hand slid higher, dangerously close to my erection. "I’m touching you. I’m making you want me."
"I already want you." The words tore out of me. "That’s not the fucking problem."
"Then what is?"
"You’re drunk," I repeated. "And vulnerable. And I won’t—"
"Won’t what? Fuck me?" She bit my earlobe lightly. "Because I want you to. I’ve wanted you to since the moment I saw you."
My control was fracturing. Fast.
"You don’t mean that."
"Yes, I do." Her hand finally found what it was looking for, palming me through my slacks. "God, you’re so big."
I grabbed her wrist, stopping her movement. "Aria. Last warning."
"Or what?" Those green eyes challenged me. "What are you going to do to me, daddy?"
My control snapped.
I yanked her into my lap, one hand fisting in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. She gasped, and I swallowed the sound with my mouth on hers.
The kiss was brutal. All teeth and tongue and desperation. She tasted like gin and something uniquely her, and I couldn’t get enough.
Aria moaned into my mouth, grinding down against the hard length of my cock. Her dress had ridden up completely, and I could feel the heat of her through the thin lace of her panties.
"Fuck, you’re soaked." My voice was barely human. "You need this bad, don’t you, baby?"
"Yes." She was already panting. "Yes, please—"
"Feel what you do to me." I rocked my hips up, letting her feel every inch of my erection pressing against her core. "This is all for you. Every fucking inch."
She whimpered, trying to grind harder against me.
"Greedy little thing." I bit her lower lip. "You want my cock that badly?"
"Yes, daddy, please—"
I grabbed her throat gently, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. "You’re going to take what I give you. And you’re going to be grateful for it. Understood?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Good girl."
I released her throat and slid my hand between her thighs, pushing the lace aside. She was drenched, hot and slick against my fingers.
"Christ." I pressed two fingers inside her, and she clenched around me immediately. "You’re so fucking tight. Has anyone ever made you this wet before?"
"No." The word came out as a sob. "Never. Only you—"
"That’s right." I added a third finger, stretching her, making her take it. "Only me. This pussy is mine now."
She rode my hand desperately, her head thrown back, exposing the long line of her throat. I wanted to mark it, bite it, leave evidence that she belonged to me.
"Look at you." I curled my fingers inside her, finding that spot that made her scream. "Riding my fingers like a desperate little slut. You love this, don’t you?"
"Yes, yes, please don’t stop—"
"I’m not stopping." I used my free hand to pull down the front of her dress, exposing her breasts. "God, look at these. Perfect fucking tits."
Her nipples were hard, begging for attention. I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth, biting gently.
Aria screamed, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she came.
But it wasn’t enough.
I needed more. Needed to be inside her, needed to feel her wrapped around my cock, needed to claim her completely.
I pulled my fingers out and she whimpered at the loss. My hands went to my belt, yanking it open, shoving my slacks down just enough to free my cock.
"Damian—" Her voice was shaky, her eyes wide as she looked down at me. "That’s... you’re huge than my mind."
"You can take it." I gripped her hips, positioning her over me. "You were made for this. Made for me."
The head of my cock pressed against her entrance, and we both groaned.
Just as I was about to enter her, "Alpha." Rick’s voice came through the intercom, sharp and apologetic.
"We’ve arrived at Ms. Smith’s apartment building."
Reality crashed back.
Fuck.
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