Chapter 25 Imagination come true!
25\. Wild imagination come true
'Now this is what I call wild imagination come true.' His wolf commented, increasing the flow of passion and heat in his system.
Alpha Damien had frozen. Means— literally frozen. His fingers tightly knotted around the knob, eyes stilled at the scene in front of him while his body became handicap as a beat of his heart skip and then re-skipped making breathing difficult.
"Are you... Uh, she can't be—"
'Hell yeah, she is your Aura!' Though Alpha Damien lost his voice to the amazing view his eyes discerned, his wolf helped him complete his thought.
He absolutely, for one hundred thousand percent, couldn't believe on his eyes as there Aurora stood across from the mirror wearing nothing but his white shirt over her inky inner wears. The upper three bottons of the shirt were unfastened as she was folding the sleeve of her left hand until her elbow.
"Aura, are you..."
'Bitch, it's her. She won't change into one of your slutty ex-girlfriends over your flabbergasted repitation.' Hunter said in a mocking tone that Alpha Damien scarcely heard as he was busy bathing the love of his life with his passionate gaze.
"Umm when I went to the washroom, I slipped and wetted my dress. So..." Damien slowly blinked his eyes, attempting to register what she said.
He truly needed someone to pinch him. The clouds of surprise hovering over his head were thick and dark. The fog that prevailed before his eyes was dense and too inky to look through.
'Is she really Aurora? My Aurora? The woman who doesn't even know what seduction mean?' Damien questioned himself.
It was difficult to believe her standing near the mirror in his shirt. One of his favorite shirts!
He was forced to believe that it was his hallucination. Aura in Cape Town post she refused his offer was IMPOSSIBLE.
Alpha Damien, just for a second, against the will of his heart and eyes, disengaged his pupils from her figure and looked around him in the room. His whole quarter was decorated with aromatic candles. The chandelier in the room was lit to a dim illumination. The curtains from the balcony windows was pulled into a side and tied away for the eyes to admire the night view of the calm seashore outside. He was baffled to see that the bed was decorated with petals of roses. From the look of it, Damien got feelings he never felt before. His room was decorated as though it was for someone's first night after marriage.
He was still in a state of extreme shock that he had to rub his eyes to confirm whether or not it was his dream or a mere hallucination.
When Damien removed his hands away and glanced in the direction he swore his throat turned dry. Aurora was standing with her left leg angled one step ahead of the right one, slightly inclined on her toe, as she slowly trailed her finger on her white skin seductively!
The shirt from her right shoulder was pulled down that Alpha Damien could clearly see her assets through the thin fabric. Alright! It was not really flimsy but he sure could see through her garments given that they were of lace and net. It was not difficult to not look at it with his wolf vision.
She was constantly gazing at him as if waiting for Damien to make a move nevertheless he was so into the shock mode that he even forgot how to breath.
Getting no response from him, Aura herself strode towards him swaying her hips making Damien gasp at her boldness.
She stood right in front of him and clutched his collars, pulling him closer. While Alpha was still trying to register what was happening with him, Aurora's cotton-like quaking lips drew nearer his left ear and she hushed as softly as ever.
"I know I've annoyed you, that doesn't mean you will leave me, Damien. I... I thought you loved me." Automatically his hands made their ways to her waist, making her turn jelly in his arms.
Only Aura knew how much bravery this movement required her.
Her heart had almost stopped beating if it was possible to say because that's how it had felt when she heard his car. Along with him a dense air entered the house that made her knees brittle and her hands clammy.
She did take the hint from Brian's words and went to change her clothes into something sexy that would make Damien forget everything. But when Aura put on his shirt, every part of her body screamed in an unknown agony, saying that she can't do it. She wanted to remove the shirt and switch back to her dress that would have done just about fine work albiet, the Alpha was there already. And before she took a move further, the door was pushed open and he was staring at her from each strand of her hair to the fingers of her feet.
"I honestly didn't realize it could just be a wrong message! I really thought it was," She looked beneath, at the pulse at his throat when her voice stuck in her mouth. "You can't blame me either, Damien. Your long list of girlfriends and relationships is not easy to look through without a doubt. You... Made me go insane because I really love you— and I was angry. I can't really help but think you were cheating on me. It's really... Um, really difficult to believe that you love me. "
"But I really do." She was playing with the hem of his collar when Damien slowly offered.
His fingers went under her chin as they made her look into his eyes. The room was thinly dim and the wheezy rush of winds provided the atmosphere a thrilling yet romantic touch. And when Damien's hold around her waist tightened and the grip on her chin became kind of rough, a moan escaped from her mouth.
"I love you more than you can think, Aurora Collins." Though his voice was a slaughtering deep, his eyes depicted love he wanted to communicate.
"You do not know what you mean to me. You do not know how much I love you and want to love you. Only if you've seen yourself with my eyes, you'd know how much I love you. But you refused to. You refused to look at my love and only believe what I wanted the world to see. You really hurt me, Aurora." To say that she was grieving over his cold words would be an incorrect way to describe her feelings. Aura was frozen blue inside as she tried to put on normal looks on the outside.
Damien could smell her sentiments. She was trying to suppress her tears and not bite into her lips. But she failed miserably. One touch of his rough palm around her waist and the barrier of control she's set intact, broke. Tears glistened in her mahogany browns.
Her gaze was lifelessly stuck at the hem of his collar as she struggled to hold onto it tight. When Damien walked closer, Aura forgot what it means to breathe.
She had come here to reconcile with him. Things would turn out like this, she didn't know.
"You really hurt me, Aurora." He hushed, his fingers trying hard not to crawl to the end of the shirt over the curve of her hips but eventually he found them trailing down and under the fabric on her slippery soft flesh.
"I have not loved anyone as much as I loved you. My mate? Not at all." Damien scoffed shaking his head. "I was only with her for my wolf. When she passed away, I knew what my heart wanted and instantly came to you."
Aurora clenched her jaw in anxiety, and for a second the whole room seemed to get darker, for a second it felt like the whole house was shaking, for a second it felt like vending down tear the whole floor right out of the dark and loamy earth– and hide under the open creak— away from his eyes.
She wanted to go away from him before her outburst. Before she succumbed to vulnerability he created around her.
"I never had a permanent place to stay for more than a week or so, Aurora. Your presence was what made me realize that mansion can be called my home— because it had you living in it. It was you why I used to return to that Villa post my meetings and trips. It was you why I started having all the three meals of the day in that mansion. It was you why I changed myself. Always you." His grip loosened for a loose second before it went hard on her again.
Damien would have tried to leave her and let her stand on her own if she had not stumbled. He feared she would fall if she wouldn't hold her. She needed him like he needed her.
He frowned at her stiff posture. Damien swore he hated it when she didn't utter even a single phrase in her defense. She quietly took every sarcastic statement he made. Every damned thing he uttered. Neither did she, for one, lifted her velvety lashes and looked at him.
Her eyes always remained on his collars, looking nowhere possibly! She was not breathing either. Her skin was cold as ice though the room was warm with the heat igniting from Damien's body. Soft locks of hair fell on her forehead which Damien gladly sides from her face.
He despised that look on her. That vulnerability clouding her thick lashes. That redness on her cheeks or for that matter the smell of salt coming from unshed tears in her eyesockets— Damien hated it altogether.
Then with a wheezing hiss, he drew his mouth near her ear and grumbled, "Now kiss me before I loose my mind and throw my fist against the mirror for second time, Aura!" A gusty wind whipped color into her cheeks as Damien pushed his forefinger under her chin to bring their eyes together into a lock.
Aura flickered her partially wet eyes as she attempted to process his words. When his head moved up and down as though answering her thought, without thinking twice Aura pulled herself on her toes and pasted her quivering lips on his warm ones— granting him his much needed wish.
Tbc...