Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

Chapter 18

Damien’s POV 1

The moment Sera’s fingers tangled in my tie, pulling me close with desperate strength, every rational thought in my head simply…

stopped. The scent of her hit me like 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,” I 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 I said it, I was already pulling away from the curb, my hands shaking on the steering wheel as I fought against every instinct

that was screaming at me to pull over right here, right now, and claim what was mine.

“No,” Sera’s voice came out breathy and unfocused, her words slightly slurred despite her obvious effort to speak clearly. When I glanced in the rearview mirror, I 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… I 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 hit me like a physical blow, sweet and intoxicating and absolutely devastating to my already fraying

control.

“Sera, you’re not thinking clearly,” I 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 I think about you touching me.”

My knuckles went white on the steering wheel. I pressed harder on the accelerator, but instead of heading toward the hospital, I found myself taking the turn toward the industrial district, toward the empty warehouses and deserted streets where no one would interrupt

The moment I 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.

my lap, her hands

the onslaught of her heat and

her face inches from mine, pupils blown wide with chemical desire. Her

“I need

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her dress

her pulse at the base of her throat. My hands moved to her

her closer until there

want?” I asked, my voice

a punch to the

a breaking wire. My mouth crashed

me with equal fervor, her lips opening under mine as her nails dug into my shoulders

indefinably sweet, something that was purely her, and I couldn’t get enough. My

silk of her

absolutely wild.

against her lips, my voice rough with

but heavy with want. Her teeth found my lower lip, biting with just enough pressure

drug had lowered her

her dress. She arched

whispered down her shoulders, revealing inch after inch

moonlight.

but black lace that contrasted starkly with her pale skin, I had to

to keep from losing all control. My breathing was ragged,

like a prayer on her lips. Her hips moved against mine instinctively, seeking

the fire building between

she rocked against me, the friction driving us both

the drug but filled with raw need that made

throat, my hands guiding her

shoulders. “All of you. Make me forget everything

groaned loud enough to echo in the car. She was perfect – hot and

wanted without knowing it.

words slurred but

She wanted it rough, and I

throat, and I nearly lost

she moaned, her nails scratching down

with desperate, driving thrusts in the cramped