Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

Chapter 18

Damien’s POV 1

The moment Sera’s fingers tangled in my tie, pullingclose with desperate strength, every rational thought in

my head simply...

stopped. The scent of her hitlike a physical blow.

Her emerald eyes, still glazed from whatever drug that bastard had given her, were fixed on my face with an

intensity that made my

chest feel like it was being crushed in a vise.

“Please,” she whispered again, her voice barely audible but carrying enough desperate need to make my control

snap like a breaking

chain.

“Hospital,” | managed to rasp, though the word felt like broken glass in my throat. “We need to get you to a

hospital, make sure you're

okay.”

But even as | said it, | was already pulling away from the curb, my hands shaking on the steering wheel as |

fought against every instinct

that was screaming atto pull over right here, right now, and claim what was mine.

“No,” Sera’s voice cout breathy and unfocused, her words slightly slurred despite her obvious effort to

speak clearly. When | glanced in the rearview mirror, | saw her leaning forward, her emerald eyes dilated and

burning with an intensity that had nothing to do with

clarity. “Not the hospital. Please, Damien. I'm burning... | need...”

Her hands were pressed against her chest, her breathing rapid and shallow as whatever drug that bastard had

given her coursed through her system. The scent of her arousal hitlike a physical blow, sweet and

intoxicating and absolutely devastating to my already fraying

control.

“Sera, you're not thinking clearly,” | managed to rasp, even as Alex clawed frantically at my consciousness,

howling with desperate need

as the mate bond between us pulled tighter with each passing second. “The drug-"

“I don’t care about the drug,” she whispered, her voice thick with need and confusion. “I just... God, Damien, it

hurts. Everything hurts

except when | think about you touching me.”

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My knuckles went white on the steering wheel. | pressed harder on the accelerator, but instead of heading

toward the hospital, | found myself taking the turn toward the industrial district, toward the empty warehouses

and deserted streets where no one would interrupt

The moment | pulled into an empty parking lot surrounded by dark warehouses, she was moving. With surprising

grace despite her drugged state, she climbed over the center console, her movements fluid but unsteady, driven

by pure instinct rather than conscious

thought.

“Sera-" | started to protest, but then she was straddling my lap, her hands fisting desperately in my shirt, and

every coherent thought.

simply evaporated under the onslaught of her heat and scent.

“Don’t,” she whispered, her face inches from mine, pupils blown wide with chemical desire. Her breath was warm

and unsteady against

my lips, her body trembling with need. “I need you to make it stop burning.”

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Her proximity was overwhelming-the heat of her body, the way her dress had ridden up to reveal the smooth

skin of her thighs, the

rapid flutter of her pulse at the base of her throat. My hands moved to her waist without conscious thought,

spanning the narrow curve

and pulling her closer until there was no space between us.

“What you want?” | asked, my voice barely recognizable as my own. 2

“You,” she said simply, and the word hitlike a punch to the solar plexus. “I want you. | want my mate.”

The last shred of my control snapped like a breaking wire. My mouth crashed against hers, hungry and desperate

and probably too

rough, but she metwith equal fervor, her lips opening under mine as her nails dug into my shoulders through

the fabric of my shirt.

She tasted like wine and something indefinably sweet, something that was purely her, and | couldn't get enough.

My hands roamed her

back, tracing the elegant line of her spine through the silk of her dress, while she made soft sounds against my

mouth that drove me

absolutely wild.

“Sera,” | breathed against her lips, my voice rough with barely controlled desire, “you're drivinginsane.”

She whispered back, her words slightly slurred but heavy with want. Her teeth found my lower lip, biting with just

enough pressure to

makegroan. The drug had lowered her inhibitions, made her bolder, more demanding.

My hands trembled as they found the zipper of her dress. She arched againstlike a cat seeking warmth, her

movements fluid but

unsteady. The emerald fabric whispered down her shoulders, revealing inch after inch of porcelain skin that

seemed to glow in the

moonlight.

When the dress pooled around her waist, leaving her in nothing but black lace that contrasted starkly with her

pale skin, | had to grip

the steering wheel to keep from losing all control. My breathing was ragged, my pulse thundering.

“Damien,” she breathed, my nsounding like a prayer on her lips. Her hips moved against mine instinctively,

seeking friction, seeking

relief from the fire building between us. “Please... | need...”

Her words dissolved into soft moans as she rocked against me, the friction driving us both toward madness. Her

movements were

uncoordinated from the drug but filled with raw need that made my control snap like a breaking chain.

“Tellwhat you need,” | growled against her throat, my hands guiding her movements as she writhed in my

lap.

“You,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. “All of you. Makeforget everything else.”

When | pushed inside her, we both groaned loud enough to echo in the car. She was perfect - hot and tight and

mine. Everything I'd ever

wanted without knowing it.

“Move,” she gasped, her words slurred but desperate. “Damien... please...”

| gripped her hips hard and started moving. Not gentle. Not careful. She wanted it rough, and | gave it to her. Her

head snapped back,

showingthat pale throat, and I nearly lost it right there.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, her nails scratching down my chest. “Harder.”

| fucked her with desperate, driving thrusts in the cramped backseat. Her cries-sharp, gasping, unrestrained-

echoed around us,

shattering what little control | had left. This wasn’t just sex. 2

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My mouth crashed down on her throat, biting kisses into her collarbone. She arched off the seat, a raw moan

tearing from her lips. The

drug in her veins had burned away every thought, leaving only naked need. She was pure sensation under my

hands.

“More,” she gasped, fingers twisted tight in my hair. “Please, Damien...”

I slammed into her harder. The wildness of her hips, the desperate plea in her voice-it pushedtoward

madness. My grip tightened

on her waist, forcing her deeper onto me, driving us both toward the edge.

Her hands clawed at my back. “Mark me!” she screamed, voice breaking. “Bite me! Makefucking yours!”

| ripped her top down. My teeth scraped hard over her nipple, biting down until she jerked with a sharp cry. My

palm cracked against her

ass, again and again, the slap echoing each thrust. Her thighs clamped hard around my hips.

“I'm yours-fuck! DAMIEN!” she shrieked.

Her whole body locked tight. A violent tremble rocked her, then she screamed, a gush of wetness soaking my

thighs as she came,

shuddering uncontrollably against me.

| crushed my mouth onto hers, biting down on her swollen lower lip. With a guttural roar, my hips jerked deep. |

pulsed inside her,

warmth spilling out before pulling back to cream thick ropes across her trembling inner thigh.

Everything inroared YES. Every instinct demanded | sink my teeth into her neck and claim her forever. But

her eyes were still too

bright, too wild. The drug was still in her system.

Instead | grabbed her face and kissed her hard as we both exploded. She shattered around me, her whole body

shaking as | poured

myself into her.

After, she collapsed against me, trembling and breathing hard. | could feel her pulse racing under my hands. My

wolf was going crazy,

demanding | mark her now while she was soft and willing in my arms.

But I couldnt. Not like this.

“You're still drugged,” | said roughly, my voice raw. “I won't mark you until you're clear.”