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.

but then she was straddling my lap, her hands fisting desperately

the onslaught

inches from mine, pupils blown wide with chemical desire. Her breath was warm and

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

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way her dress had ridden up to reveal the smooth skin of her

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

pulling her closer until there

voice barely

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

snapped like a breaking wire. My mouth crashed against hers, hungry and

met me with equal fervor, her lips opening under mine

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

silk of her dress, while she

absolutely wild.

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

heavy with want. Her teeth found my lower

lowered her inhibitions,

zipper of her dress. She arched against me like a cat seeking warmth, her movements

down her shoulders, revealing inch after inch of porcelain skin that

moonlight.

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

all control. My breathing was ragged,

like a prayer on her lips. Her hips

building

against me, the

need that made my

my hands guiding

shoulders. “All of you.

pushed inside her, we both groaned loud enough to echo in the car. She was perfect – hot and tight and mine. Everything

wanted without knowing it.

words slurred but

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

and

moaned, her nails scratching down my chest.

thrusts in the