The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 184

Eight: Charlie

Charlie P.O.V.

I watched Damien out of the corner of my eye as he moved to the line of clothes Paxton had left up overnight to dry.

Paxton was probably the closest to Damien's height, but Damien's thighs and hips were a lot larger and way more muscular than Paxton's.

My jaw dropped as Damien pulled them on, getting the zipper up a few inches but leaving the button undone. The trail of dark hair leading down beneath the fabric made me very happy indeed, and I had to swallow hard to keep from drooling.

His hand slid into the pants, adjusting himself and making my body burn hotter. Could he smell how aroused I was?

My cheeks felt like they were on fire, and I turned away from him, running my hand over my chest to wipe away any perspiration. The less evidence there was of my wild hormones, the better. I had never understood how out -of-control mates would act in public, but I finally understood because I wanted to throw caution to the wind and climb Damien like a tree.

Everything I had ever been taught about composing myself and masking my emotions went right out the window with him around. I felt Damien walk up next to me as I bent down, grabbed the knife, and easily sliced through the meat.

He was too damn close. I knew if I lifted my hand, I could touch him.

I cleared my throat before speaking to save myself from the additional embarrassment of my voice cracking. "Did you bring my dagger this time?"

He sat on the ground next to me, leaning back against the log behind him where I usually sat. I had moved the log back before bringing the deer in to make room for me to work.

It was proper not to sit in a chair higher than the princess, and I felt myself tense. Did he know who I was, or had he just wanted to sit next to me?

He didn't look at me, his eyes glued to the small fire I would have to build up before hanging the pot over it. "Do your men leave you here alone often? ■

My head pulled back at the anger in his tone. "We take turns. We can't all leave the camp at once. Whoever stays behind is responsible for cooking for the day and ensuring no animals or people ransack our things."

He didn't like the answer. His hands clasped together with his forearms resting on his knees.

"I can handle myself," I whispered, suddenly feeling inadequate. Damien didn't need to say it for me to know what was happening in his head. It was the same thing Killian said when he saw me walking around without bodyguards, that I was an easy target, weak compared to most men.

a full-blooded Lycan with my sword before

"I don't doubt that."

come around to the idea of me being left on

spot here and

it in the pot with the vegetables and potatoes Diego had, hopefully, purchased in town. His slippery little fingers were good for saving money, but we never needed to

more money in the bank than we could ever require and took care

I was done and had washed my hands from the pot of clean, boiled water we kept on the edge of the camp, I sat back down next to Damien. He had been so patient

him press his thigh against mine a few times,

do you call me Charlotte instead of Charlie?" I whispered, wanting to break the silence but keep the comfort between us. The last thing I wanted was for him to leave

yourself first. I figured there was a reason you gave me that name before your nickname." His head

so beautifully that I wanted to ask him to

works,' I choked out, pushing at one of the rocks surrounding the fire pit with the toe of

out a low chuckle, and I bit my lip

me," I admitted, turning to stare at him. His beard had grown longer over the past two weeks since I first saw

It was slightly lighter than his jet-black hair and made him look dangerous." You refuse to accept that we are mates or even the possibility of it. But you're here, and you don’t have to be. You chose to be here.

could so easily dismiss it. "I feel drawn to you, Charlotte. More than I have to any woman

a bond with me, but hearing him admit that he had been with other women was hard to swallow. It wasn't

I knew it was because he expected that I had been with other men. Lycans were very intimate creatures; most had been with several different partners before hitting

his bent knees in front of him, and he trailed his finger up my thigh. Goosebumps

agreed

released a low growl as his hand flattened against the top of my thigh, his fingers curling around to slide between my legs but staying several inches below

furious that he had been with other women when I had been waiting for him, but it was more than

know and accept that he belonged to me, and I belonged to him. Other women needed to stay away from him, and if he wanted to

let his legs slide out in front of him as I threw my leg over his,

is me, Damien. 'We' are just a matter of time. I can

hand trailed down his chest, and his body shook. I wanted to brand him, mark him... claim

growl when I reached the trail of hair leading down into his pants made me grow instantly wet and managed to ease all of

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