WARNING: Sexual Content
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When she came back, Damien was holding her up by the waist. He reached her hands and unbuckled the restraints. Carrying her to bed, he sat her down on the edge. His tall body went on one knee in front of her and she watched him in a daze carefully take off her shoes, then pull the dress over her arms.
She stayed unmoving and longingly watched him unbutton his shirt one by one, her eyes gliding over the skin being slowly exposed. He was made out of hard muscles, and yet sleeping on his chest felt soft and comfortable. Her most restful sleep always came and stayed when her head was cradled on his shoulder. Those same muscles that moved under his skin when he thrust into her.
Leaning back on her arms, she let him strip off the shirt then start undoing his belt. When he had buckled it back on, she didn’t know. Soon his naked form stood above her. He stood immobile studying her as she studied him. There w
4 Years Later Ada sat in the car adjusting the hem of her dress as the city hummed outside of the window. Her left hand was permanently kidnapped by a large masculine hand, her knuckles and fingertips were used to soft chaste kisses. She looked at the man one hand on the steering wheel the watch that she gifted him peeking out of the shirt sleeve. He looked good in a black slick tuxedo. Black shirt underneath was matched with a black tie, his usual style or the lack of it. The only color was in the cufflinks. Black circle with a dark golden wolf inside. He had those made custom without telling her. The dark gold of the cufflinks matched her champagne-gold dress. Thin straps, decolletage showing just enough in a dip between her breasts, soft fabric going straight down the body to her ankles hugging that curve from her waist to wide hips. The upper layer of the fabric was transparent with shiny threads painting vertical lines everywhere, creating an illusion of a trans
“So why do you think Princess herself has requested a meeting?” asked one of the two men sitting in the conference room. Damien didn’t answer, looking out of the wall of windows overlooking the city. It was early in the morning and the crisp air was flooding the modern room from the open window. Despite that, his suit seemed too tight and uncomfortable. “The rumor has it she has been visiting the most influential men her age for the past three months. People say she is looking for her mate, others think she is plotting something against or for her father,” continued Damien’s Beta. Anything coming from that clan, that family couldn’t be simple. Meanwhile, all the way down on the first floor of the tall building that was the financial pride of the Black clan, Alpha Damien’s assistant sat behind the gigantic front desk trying to hide her bitter face as much as possible. Tea, coffee, and small pastries from the bakery around the corner. It was too early f
By the time Arsen and Ada walked back into the room, Damien was standing by the window contemplating if leaving all this behind, going away to live in the woods with his father wasn't such a bad idea. Ada sat as far away from him as possible and took an analyzing look at his eyes. “The concoction dosage was appropriate, I hope,” she said. “Sufficient enough,” his voice was business-like. “What is the deal you would like to discuss?” “As I said I cannot indulge in the relationship traditionally created by the mate bond, instead I would like us to reject each other at the time and place of my indication, and in exchange, I offer financial compensation, a trading agreement between our clans or real estate.” Ada kept looking between Damien and Arsen as she would in a business meeting with almost equal stakeholders. In this case, looking at Arsen was an escape from looking at Damien’s cold eyes peering into her. The silence that followed lasted onl
Damien was having a rare peaceful lunch in the outdoor part of the corporate cafeteria when Arsen sat down at his table without an invitation. They had had a few arguments since meeting the princess. Obviously, Mates with Benefits was the dumbest idea his Alpha had come up with to date, but nothing was changing Damien's mind. Arsen even offered to take him to underground shady sex clubs and treat him to anything his Alpha heart and dick desired.Damien looked up from his lunch with an annoyed “What is it?”“I just received an email from Emma Lord, your rejection meeting is set to Wednesday at noon in a conference room at Institute of Organic Chemistry on King territory,” Arsen informed.Damien made a “humph” sound in acknowledgment.Beta smiled and continued, “Remember Emma Lord from the academy? She used to beat up most of the boys. She is a Beta, isn’t she? So, Princess has a Beta as her assistant.”Damien looked at him and smirked. “Emma used to beat you up.”
Emma was fussing with preparations of tea in Ada’s kitchen, while Ada herself slouched on the stool, fingers gently brushing over the island countertop. It was white marble with black and gold veins throughout. She had chosen it herself. Everything in that house had been chosen by her, and everything brought her joy. The feeling of emptiness because she would never be able to do it in a home with her mate, was gradually growing a hole inside her chest. They would never have late-night snacks, cook for each other, have sex in the backyard pool, wake up from the sound of children’s feet running into their bedroom. She kept staring at the black and gold veins when a cup of tea appeared in front of her.
“I need all the details!!!” Emma roared barging through the front door and almost running to the kitchen.Ada already had Emma’s coffee made the way she liked, placing it on the island. She herself was sitting by that same island eating homemade crepes with strawberries from her grandparents’ summer house. Emma sipped her coffee and stole a piece of a crepe, impatience showing in her jerky moves, as Ada slowly chewed a bite of her breakfast. What was there even to chew?“He kissed my cheek…” she growled not raising her eyes off the plate.Emma’s loud unladylike laughter echoed throughout the goddamn house.“I swear you are cursed. Are you sure your father hasn’t asked a witch to put some sex-repellent spell on you?”Ada already had had a bad night having dreams of an invisible beast chasing her through a night forest growling her name. She had woken up hot and sensitive. Now she was grumpy and Emma’s great mood wasn’t helping.“When are you seeing him next? Do you
The sound of an engine died down in front of her house and she went downstairs to find a self-satisfied Damien standing in her living room.“How have you been, Miss King?” he asked showing his good disposition.“Well. And you?” She disliked his good mood already and didn’t even want to hear the answer.“Same. We signed a treaty with a pack outside of the city. They are more of a village operating on farm lands. This will supply fresh produce and freshly hunted game meat to Black grocery stores,” he answered not minding sharing this information as it would be public very soon.Ada was impressed as city wolves didn’t get to hunt themselves as often but their bodies still craved game meat especially if it had organs and blood.“I am sure a lot of your clan members will be grateful.”“I hope so. I had been pushing for this deal for some time and was glad when everything was signed
WARNING: Sexual Content --------------------------- “Isn’t it that old Char’s nephew? That family has been trying to take down Damien ever since he took over. That boy is no match to Damien. What’s happening?” Emma said frowning. Neither Damien, nor the challenger were attacking. The crowd was getting impatient. Emma silently pointed at the Char family leader, and Ada noticed that the opponent kept glancing their way too. Then after a node from the family leader, the opponent attacked. Damien was calm, almost detached, unsurprised. The fight was over within minutes, they didn’t even shift. Damien was standing above the body of the Char kid, then he walked over to where the rest of his family was gathered and said something. What was surprising, he didn’t move out of the arena or put on his shoes. He simply walked back into starting position and waited. As the crowd was starting to disperse, another man walked into the arena and growled his challenge r