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.

was ridiculous. I could cut down a full-blooded Lycan with

"I don't doubt that."

idea of me being left on my own. I had to knock

earned my spot here and wouldn't

vegetables and potatoes Diego had, hopefully, purchased in town. His slippery little fingers were good for saving money, but we

with me, but I had more money in

the camp, I sat back down next to Damien. He had been so patient with me, but I

against mine a few times, but he would pull away after

call me Charlotte instead of Charlie?" I whispered, wanting to break the silence but keep the comfort between us. The last thing

His head tipped to the side as he stared at me for a long moment. "Do you want me to call you Charlie or

so beautifully that I wanted to

pushing at one of the rocks surrounding the fire pit with the

and I bit my lip to stop

him. His beard had grown longer over

that we

how he could so easily dismiss it. "I

but hearing him admit that he had been with other women was hard to swallow. It wasn't even singular;

men. Lycans were very intimate creatures; most had been with several

he trailed his finger up my thigh. Goosebumps followed his touch, and sparks shot

agreed

my thigh, his fingers curling around to slide between my legs but staying several inches below my

he had been with other women when I had been waiting for him, but it was more than that. I felt this primal need to claim him as

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

let his legs slide out

you should be touching 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,

growl when I reached the trail of hair leading down into his pants made me

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