Chapter 72

The golden lights poured into the room illuminating the two figures that were entangled on the bed like vines. Where one was still cherishing the dreams, the other was wide awake staring at his dream.

Damien had a small smile on his face as he watched Emmaline who was sleeping like a baby in his arms. Her one arm was coiled around his waist as she hugged him tightly with her legs on his muscular thighs, straddling him. She was snoring like a baby which indicated that she was a heavy sleeper because it was past 8 when she usually wakes up before dawn. But looks like today she took a day off.

His eyes caressed her face and rested on her parted lips. Scooting closer, Damien cupped her face and caressed her cheek with his thumb. His eyes exuded the mad love he has for her. His eyes then dropped to her cleavage which was on full display. Instantly his smile faltered but surprisingly, no expression crossed his eyes as he pulled the duvet up and covered her chest before proceeding to gently removed his arm from beneath her head.

Once he tugged her into the silk sheets, Damien stood up and stretched his arms, his bulking muscles flexed. A wince escaped his mouth but it wasn't because of the wound but because he slept so long which turn his body sore.

Removing the covers, Damien stood up from the bed and padded to the large wall mirror hung on the wall. His gaze zeroed in on his naked upper body. There wasn't a single scar on his skin. It looked as if he was never injured in the first place. Damien turned around and examined his whole body but he was completely fine. Bruise free.

Well, he must look surprised but his eyes were blank, completely devoid of emotions as if it was so normal. Damien wasn't affected by amnesia; he was well aware that he was seriously injured and fell unconscious. Even when the doctors were treating him, he kept fading in and out of consciousness. He was being fed a heavy dosage of medicines but he still remember the faint voices of his mother that were laced with concern and fear. Fear of losing him because his wounds weren't getting healed. But just the next morning, he is fine.

Emmaline wasn't with him for the whole day but when she returned he fainted and now he was perfectly fine while she slept beside him in a skimpy lingerie. Something which she never wears.

Coincidence? Doesn’t seem like.

Planned? Might give it a thought.

Nonetheless, his face gave nothing as he bit down his emotions and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

But not before giving a sharp look at the sleeping beauty cocooned inside the purple covers.

*****

"Mmmpff"

Emmaline moaned as she rubbed her eyes and twisted on the bed. Very slowly, she opened her eyes. Her mind was empty so she simply stared at the ceiling for a few minutes when a little shuffling in the corner grabbed her attention. Her brows scrunched as she twisted her neck to the left but the moment her eyes landed on the tall figure, her soul left her body.

Emmaline got up with a jerk as she looked at Damien wide-eyed who was wearing his watch while staring directly right at her.

"Y-You're awake?" Words flew out of her mouth on their own before she could understand.

She blinked her eyes to get a clear view. The first thing she noticed was his navy-blue dapper suit hung perfectly on his well-built figure accentuating his bulging muscles. His jet-black hair was coiffed and the silver chain dangling from his neck gave him a sexy look. His five-clock shadow and his rich cologne turned her heady. No matter how much she hates this guy, his charms always take her breath away. Emmaline was one hundred percent sure that even though he was an Alpha and she was a Lycan but no power can deny the fact that he was the hottest man alive on Earth. Literally, no one can beat his handsome and exotic features. She didn’t want to agree but it was true that she was really lucky to be the wife of Damien Knight.

A soft touch on her chin pulled her out of her reverie. Emmaline blinked her eyes but flinch back when she found Damien standing right in front of her. Gulping, she dropped her hand to her fingers which were cupping her chin.

"What happened?" Damien inquired, his deep baritone sending shivers down her spine.

"N-Nothing. I mean you were injured. You should be resting-"

"Do I look like someone who was injured?" Damien said and threw her a smirk that left her shaken. It wasn't his words but the mockery hidden behind them.

Emmaline visibly tensed.

'Did he? No way, that's not possible.'

Damien eyed her nervousness with scrutinizing eyes which Emmaline noticed. Panicked, she immediately moved away from his touch and looked away.

Once she was at an arm’s length from him, she cleared her throat a little before removing the hair strands covering her face, "It's okay if you don't want to tell. I was just asking."

Emmaline stated and hurriedly got up. She decided to drop the conversation. It would be in her best interest to currently disappear in the washroom and only come out once he's gone. That would for sure decrease his chances of interrogating her.

But things never work as we plan.

Because the moment, Damien grabbed her arm and pushed her back on the bed.

"What are you doing?" Emmaline screamed in shock but her heart stopped when Damien placed his right knee on the mattress and lowered to her level. Leaving her appalled.

"What do you think?" Instead of answering, he shot her another question and leaned dangerously closer to her face.

Emmaline broke out in cold sweats when she felt his palm on her bare back. Damien smirked as he could feel her stiffening under his touch. The nightie Emmaline chose could barely be called a dress as it was backless and the only support to keep it on her body were the two thin strands which also kept falling, giving Damien occasional glimpses of her round breasts.

"Move back," Emmaline spoke sternly and placed her hands on his chest to push him away. But Damien grabbed her palms in a firm hold and pushed her onto the mattress before pinning her hands above her head. Her face ashen as she didn't expect that.

"Wait, what the hell are you doing?" She screamed as Damien hovered over her; his legs entrapping her body.

Damien gave her a mischievous grin. "Why are you screaming? You're my wife. It's normal, isn't it?"

Emmaline was aghast. She again tried to rebel but stopped when it hit her.

He is right though. That's what she has planned. Moreover, her dress and the way she slept beside him while hugging and cuddling were proof that she wanted to give their marriage a chance. Damien must have also understood the same. And if she keeps backing away then she would ruin her own plan.

Damien quirked a brow when he noticed how her body turned relaxed. Now it was his time to get shocked.

Taking a deep breath, Emmaline looked at him. Damien stared at her puzzled but her breath hitched when her lips curved into a shy smile.

Damien couldn't believe his eyes.

Emmaline was smiling at him?

Staring at her with an open mouth, he failed to notice her circling her arms around his neck. Her smile was itself such a huge fact to digest him when Emmaline threw another bomb at him.

She pulled him closer and pressed her lips onto his.

Damien froze, and his mind stopped working. A storm of questions jabbed his head but all the thoughts flew out of the window when he felt her soft lips nibbling her rough ones, coaxing them to mimic their actions.

Emmaline grew worried when Damien didn't respond to her kisses. She was scared but also utterly humiliated because she had stepped on her pride. Tears of rage prick her eyes as she pulled back and looked at him with a heartbroken expression. But before she could retreat her steps, Damien grabbed her face and slammed his lips on hers as he kissed her hungrily.

Emmaline gasped as it was too sudden. But Damien took advantage and instantly shoved his tongue in her mouth. Her actions were indeed suspicious but Damien decided to keep the interrogation on hold. He can’t afford to let this moment slip from his hand.

Emmaline moaned, her eyes closed as he sucked the tip of her tongue while his greedy hands fondled her body, groping and kneading her flesh, caressing her soft spots. Damien had resisted enough. Since the day he saw her on the balcony that day, looking no less than an Angel, all he wanted was to kiss her badly and fuck her to oblivion. And now when her little wolf was dressed like a fucking seductress and even crossed her boundaries by initiating the kiss, how can he say no to that? Never in a million years.

"Ahh!! Damien," Emmaline let out a loud moan when she felt his hands slithering on her chest before caressing her pebbled nipples over the satin cloth. Her body ached to be touched by him. She wanted him and there was no denial in it.

A bead of sweat trickled down her temple as she felt hot. The need to get rid of the clothes intensified. Damien was being a fucking tease as he massaged her clothes breasts while his other roamed over her bare thighs. Emmaline wasn’t ashamed to admit but she did want to be touched by him, everywhere. The soaring temperature in the room also did no justice to her as the ache brewing in her core grew ten folds.

Not able to control it anymore, she started unbuttoning his coat. Damien felt the eagerness in his actions. Her fingers hastily and clumsily tried to open his buttons as she needed to touch something cool or else the heat would suffocate her to death. Damien detached his mouth from her and stopped to pause to take a glance at her. Her cheeks had turned red and her body was burning in the fire of lust and heat.

"Damien, mmm.... please," Emmaline cried with closed eyes. Tears of frustration trickled down her temples, disappearing into her hairline. Emmaline herself had no idea what was happening to her.

But Damien understood her turmoil.

She was in heat.

With furrowed brows, he kept examining her face when he felt her grabbing his right palm. Damien stayed quiet but his jaw clenched when Emmaline glided his hand to her nether region and forced him to cup her. He inhaled a sharp breath when Emmaline widely opened her legs to give his hand space and started grinding on his palm.

"Mmm, uhh...."

Emmaline let out a string of erotic moans. Her face glowed as she felt so euphoric, magical, something which she desperately needed to curb the pain that was hollowing her inside.

Damien cursed under his breath when his fingers contacted her soaked panties. The fact that he made her wet inflated his male pride but still he didn’t want to rush things.

But her expressions proved to be his undoing as all his self-control vaporized and got carried away by the sizzling flame of desire swarming in the room. Keeping his hand firmly in the position his mate wanted him to, he hurriedly removed his tie and removed it.

"I love you, Princess," Damien rasped and increased his pace. Her moans grew louder but the constant friction of the cloth burned her skin.

"Ahh!! It hurts," Emmaline whimpered and grabbed her collar, her eyes were still closed but she wanted Damien to understand her suffering.

"It won't now Princess," Damien smiled and pecked her chin before tearing her panties in half. A cold gush of wind slapped her quivering core making her mewl but Damien quickly covered it with his palm much to her relief. Emmaline dug her small nails into his biceps when Damien traced his middle finger over her slit.

Damien smirked smugly. He was enjoying it a lot.

And soon the pleasure began.

"Ahh!! Please ahh!!"

Grabbing the headboard, Emmaline arched her back as Damien rubbed her palm vigorously. With another hand, he tore away the last piece of cloth on her body which already revealed her intimate parts, and crashed his lips on her puckered nipples. Her mouth turned into an 'o' shape as she felt his mouth sucking the life out of her breasts while his fingers rubbed her clit with no reprieve.

Yet she craved more. The passing moments only left her ablaze.

Her juices gushed out of her core and cleared the way for his long fingers which he sheathed inside in without any hurdle.

"Damien," Emmaline shrieked, her body lifted in reflex but Damien pressed her down back on the bed and slammed his lips. Emmaline grabbed his face and kissed him with full passion while Damien rewarded her by giving her back-to-back orgasms.

Emmaline lost the count so did Damien. They were like two horny teenagers but it was true because they both hadn't mated. No matter how much they try to rein in their feelings, they can't suppress the power of the mate bond which was forcing them to become one.

A pile of clothes was scattered on the floor while the walls reverberated with the loud groans and moans that even turned the sun shy. Who had thought that the day would start with a hot passionate moment of the enemies of the centuries?

"D-Damien, oh my God!! Please," Emmaline cried and held onto him for her dear life. His slick fingers massaged her inner walls before hitting her G-spot at a relentless tempo. Her lips started to bleed. Damien licked her blood before taking her lips in his mouth as he swallowed her moans.

A flimsy silk sheet was covering their naked bodies hiding their sinful acts from the world. Damien kept his face buried in her boobs, they became his favorite spot as he would occasionally bite and lick his nipples while massaging those melons roughly to bless her with pain and pleasure. The ministrations and Emmaline's shaking and trembling figure writhing underneath him had turned him hard as a rock. It was really pure torture not to get his release. But Emmaline on the other hand was on cloud nine. Tears of immense pleasure and joy kept leaving her eyes. She had never felt this good before.

Breaking the kiss, Damien removed his mouth before burying his face in the crook of her neck. Emmaline also wrapped her dainty arms around his neck and massaged his scalp as they both caught breaths. She was completely drained of energy and wanted just to sleep when she felt something scorching rubbing her thighs. Her face contoured in discomfort as she grabbed it to remove it when a guttural groan halted her.

"P-Princess," Damien croaked, his voice came off muffled yet Emmaline understood his excruciating pain. She was clueless but she wasn't that cruel to leave him alone so she started rubbing her soft hands on his flesh in an up-and-down motion.

'Maybe it would soothe his pain' her innocent mind thought.

But her actions only overwhelmed Damien. Unlike her, he was perfectly in his senses. The fact that Emmaline was caring about him exhilarated him.

He slid his hands downwards and grabbed her waist firmly making her confused.

"Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart." He commanded her and Emmaline instantly obeyed him. A gasp flew through her mouth as she felt a bit hesitant but Damien hooked her legs perfectly around his torso and slowly started grinding his girth on her slippery pussy.

"Oh!!"

Emmaline threw her head back as the pleasure returned. Damien on the other hand lifted himself off her before grabbing her arms with one hand and placing it above her head while his other hand held her waist in a secure grip to keep them in sync. It was such a pleasurable sight. Her hair slowed all over the pillow while her naked, sweaty figure writhing under him like a trembling leaf. Her moans worked like music to his ears. He would love to hear them every single night.

"Fuck!!"

Biting his lips, he growled like a wounded animal. How long he had waited for this. His pace was very slow as he wanted to cherish their first time. But Emmaline was completely against it. Her personality has taken a 360-degree turn since the day she transformed. There was no place for patience in her life anymore.

"Faster, Love. Please," she cried and looked at him with dazed eyes. That endearment pulled the strings of his heart. Damien can never say no to his mate.

He smirked and ducked forward, "As you want Princess."

He husked and moved back but not before biting her lower lip eliciting a moan from her.

Enough of the foreplay. Now he wanted to bury himself inside her warm channel and turn his dream into a reality.

Emmaline was startled when Damein harshly jerked her legs away from his torso. She opened her mouth to refute but flinched when he shoved his two fingers inside her and opened her pussy to welcome his long shaft. Grabbing his pulsating rod, he first rubbed the knob on her vertical lips preparing her.

Her breath hitched. Her azure eyes soon clouded with fear because there was still a part of her that hadn’t accepted her new reality. Damien saw it. He gently caressed her head and pecked her forehead.

"Do you want it, Princess?"

He asked her in a soft tone.

Butterflies danced in her stomach as Emmaline had never expected him to take her permission. Her heart turned heavy.

Damien turned worried when he found tears circling in her eyes but a wide smile etched on his face when Emmaline nodded.

"I would never hurt you,"

Saying that he thrusted inside her in one go and united their soul.