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.

protest, but then she was straddling my lap, her hands

evaporated under the onslaught of

mine, pupils blown wide with chemical desire. Her

trembling with need. “I need you

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the way her dress had ridden

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

closer until there was

my voice barely recognizable as

hit me like a punch to the solar plexus. “I want you. I

wire. My mouth crashed against hers,

lips opening under mine as her

was purely her, and I couldn’t get enough.

silk of her

absolutely wild.

lips, my voice rough with barely

want. Her teeth found my lower

The drug had lowered her inhibitions, made her bolder, more

the zipper of her dress. She arched against me like a cat seeking

her shoulders, revealing inch after inch of porcelain skin that seemed to glow in

moonlight.

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

losing all control. My breathing was ragged,

she breathed, my name sounding like a prayer on her

the fire building between us. “Please… I

soft moans as she rocked against me, the

need that made my control snap like

throat, my hands guiding her movements as she writhed

nails digging into my shoulders.

in the car. She was perfect – hot and tight and mine. Everything

wanted without knowing it.

her words slurred but desperate.

gentle. Not careful. She wanted it rough, and I gave it

that pale throat, and I

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

thrusts in the cramped backseat. Her cries-sharp, gasping, unrestrained-echoed