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.

with my sword before

"I don't doubt that."

deep breath, relieved that he wasn't treating me like my brother did. Even my men had taken a while to come around to the idea of me being left on my own. I had to knock them

here and

and potatoes Diego had, hopefully, purchased in town.

around with me, but I had more money in the

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 with me, but I felt his

mine a few times, but he would

the silence but keep the comfort between us. The last thing I wanted was for him to leave again.

gave me that name before your nickname." His head tipped to the side as he stared at me for a long moment. "Do

off his tongue so beautifully that I wanted to ask him

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

a low chuckle, and I bit my lip to stop

beard had grown longer over the past two

jet-black hair and made him look dangerous." You refuse to accept that we are mates

make sense how he could so easily dismiss it. "I feel drawn to you, Charlotte. More than I have to

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

Lycans were very intimate creatures; most had been with several different partners before hitting their twenties, let alone finding their mates. Instead of addressing it, he avoided that conversation altogether.

he trailed his finger up my thigh. Goosebumps followed his touch, and sparks shot through my system as he moved it higher

I agreed

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

I knew it, but I still fell for his trap anyway. I was furious that he had been with other women when I had been waiting for him, but it was

to me, and I belonged to him. Other women needed to stay

was moving before I could think rationally. Damien let his legs slide out in

touching is me, Damien. 'We' are just a matter of time. I can be patient. But if you want someone to

trailed down his chest,

the trail of hair leading down into his pants made me grow instantly wet and managed to

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