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.

to protest, but then she was straddling my lap, her hands fisting desperately in my shirt,

onslaught of her

mine, pupils blown wide with chemical

her body trembling with need. “I need you to make

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body, the way her dress

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

pulling her closer until there was no

you want?” I asked, my voice barely recognizable

she said simply, and the word hit me like a punch to the solar plexus. “I

shred of my control snapped like a breaking wire.

mine as her nails dug into my shoulders through the

something that was purely

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

absolutely wild.

my voice rough with barely controlled desire, “you’re

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

groan. The drug had lowered her

She arched against me like a cat seeking warmth, her movements fluid

revealing inch after inch of

moonlight.

pooled around her waist, leaving her in nothing but black lace that contrasted

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

like a prayer on her

from the fire building between us.

soft moans as she rocked against me, the friction driving us both toward

drug but filled with raw need that

against her throat, my

she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. “All of you. Make me forget everything

both groaned loud enough to echo in the car. She was

wanted without knowing it.

her words slurred

Not gentle. Not careful. She wanted it

throat, and I nearly lost

moaned, her nails scratching

driving thrusts in the cramped