Chapter eight

Damian POV

I settled into my oversized, bejeweled chair, surveying the grand hall before me, a fascinating sight. I reached for the bucket of ice and mixed liquor nearby, adding two blocks of ice to my glass and topping it off with a splash of whiskey.

The door to the hall creaked open, and Arla walked in, her laced long gown flowing beside her. A smile escaped my lips as I took in her stunning outfit, which accentuated her beauty without revealing too much.

“Hey Damian,”Arla waved at me, her steps echoing through the hall. Her cheeks flushed with a subtle blush, adding to her captivating presence.

I rose from my chair, whiskey glass still in hand, and walked towards Arla with a warm smile. “You look absolutely stunning, Arla,” I said, my eyes locked on hers.


"Thank you, Damian," she replied, her voice husky and confident. “You don't look so bad yourself.” Her gaze swept over me, and I felt a flutter in my chest. We met in the middle of the hall, and I offered her my arm.


Together, we strolled out of the hall and ascended to my chambers on the third floor, the silence between us filled with anticipation and the soft rustling of her gown.


“'Have you heard anything about your mate, Laura?” she asked suddenly, her voice calm and detached, as she unwrapped her arms from mine. I spat out the words, my gaze fixed on the balcony rail below, “It's our advantage that Laura is no longer in our pack.”

“I couldn't bear to see her cry anymore,her constant complaining was a nagging pain in my neck.” Arla's venomous words towards Laura dripped with malice, fueling my frustration. “Arla!” I groaned her name, pacing into my room, deliberately ignoring her toxic behavior.

"I'm sorry, Damian," she said, a slow grin spreading across her face. "I know, I never thought I'd want to hear anything about a rejected being," I said, slumping into my mattress. "Thank you, Damian." Her eyes watered up a little, and she repeated, "Thank you." And before I knew it, she leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips.


"It was a bad idea for her to kiss me," I thought, as I drew back to caution her against it. But instead, I found myself kissing her full on, my arms wrapping around her neck to pull us together, steadying our embrace.


"We tumbled onto the mattress, our bodies twirling side by side, our hands instinctively seeking each other again. Our legs entwined as we pressed closer, our hearts beating in sync."


My hands came up to the cup of Arla’s breasts through her shirt, thumbs squeezing her nipples gently. She groaned and ran her fingernails up my spine, goading me.


I allowed my tongue darted between Arla lips and slid away, and hers chased it eagerly. It felt wonderful, lying here on my mattress with Arla's hands and mouth on me, but it wasn’t nearly enough.


She cupped his balls through my shorts, then squeezing my hard-on. I slowly groaned into my mouth. “I want you,” I growled.

“God, yes!” Arla moaned, as I reached down and freed my cock from my shorts, and she slithered out of her panties, kicking them away.

My eyes widened when she rolled me onto her back and straddled me.“Is this okay?” I asked seeing how eager she looks.

“Yeah. I mean, it— Yeah. It’s great.” Arla murmured, my cock twitched beneath her. “It’s wonderful.”


I lined us up and slid into her, filling her. Damn, it felt good!

She dragged my hands up to squeeze her breasts again. yanking my shirt over my head, swung it like a rodeo cowboy, and let it fly. I thought it landed somewhere on the couch.


Fever pitched a little, and I grabbed Arla's arm to steady myself. I leaned back and slapped her thigh. “Lift up a little.” I brought my knees up a bit and tucked my heels under his thighs, locking us together. There was no way I was coming off her now, not even if we both slid right off the mattress, I propped my hands up and I braced myself on them and began to ride.


I rode with the motion of the bed, letting it move me. Up and up as we crested a wave, I plunging deep into her. As we bottomed out, she ground hard against my pubic bone. Then the next wave was lifting me, and I was soaring higher and higher into the afternoon air.

I could have gone on like that forever, surging and falling from side to side of my mattress But all too soon, my orgasm came crashing over me like a wave.

"Damian, you're a damn beast!" she exclaimed, collapsing weakly onto the pillow, and then playfully smashing my face with a small throw pillow.


I laughed, rubbing my face against the pillow, feeling a sense of joy and abandon that I hadn't experienced in a long time. Arla's eyes sparkled with mischief, and she pummeled me with the pillow again, sending feathers flying everywhere.


I grabbed her wrists, holding them captive, and pulled her close, our faces inches apart. “You're a little wildcat, aren't you?” I whispered, my voice husky with emotion.


"That's not true, Damian!" she protested, her face flushing with pleasure. "I was almost lost between the thrill of desire and... shh," she trailed off, her voice barely audible. "You're absolutely amazing, Arla!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my laughter at the look on her face.

"What just happened wasn't just pleasure, silly," she teased, still sweating and breathing heavily. Her words came out in gentle breaks, as if she was struggling to catch her breath. "It was...wow," she finally managed to say, her eyes locked on mine with a sparkling intensity.


"I leaned in, my lips almost touching hers, when the door burst open. 'You slut!' a voice growled from the doorway."