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Aurélie POV
I remember nothing at first just a void. One moment I was there, the next I was gone, my wolf surging forward and seizing control of us both. When awareness finally clawed its way back, I was pressed hard against the cold shower tiles, Fabrice’s body braced against mine.
My wolf was weakening. I could feel it sense it in the way her grip slipped just enough for me to steal fragments of vision, seconds of clarity, before she shoved me back into the dark again. Over and over.
Until she felt him.
Damien.
The moment his presence brushed against us, everything inside her shifted. Panic. Need. Desperation.
I didn’t want her to hurt Fabrice. I truly didn’t. But he was suddenly in the way standing between us and the one she needed to mark. I felt it in her blood, in the way her aura flared violently Alpha power entwined with the claim of a Luna we had once rejected. A title we had turned our backs on, yet one that had never truly released us.
She shoved me aside again, but this time I fought back harder, faster before she could erase me completely.
Then I heard it.
An almighty roar.
A hand closed around my throat.
“Give me back control!” I roared at her from the depths of my mind.
She snapped her teeth at me in defiance.
“NOW!” I screamed.
At last, she retreated.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Damien’s voice was soft too soft brushing against my ear like a promise as his hands slid over my skin, sending sparks wherever they touched. My clothes were soaked, clinging to me, and he slowly began to undo them, each movement deliberate, unhurried.
“It hurts, Damien!” I clawed at my head, the pressure inside my skull unbearable as he used his entire body to pin me in place, blocking any chance of escape.
“I can take the pain away…” he murmured.
The moment his words sank in, desire ripped through me. I moaned helplessly as he stripped my bra away, his mouth closing over my breasts. His lips were warm, reverent until his teeth grazed a nipple, then bit down just enough to make me cry out.
“Do you want me to touch you, sweetheart?” he growled.
My body answered before my mind could catch up. The pleasure surged, drowning out the pain, dissolving it completely beneath his touch.
“Yes…” I gasped.
My eyes stayed wide, locked on him as he consumed me like he’d been starving. He didn’t stop his tongue tracing a scorching path down my stomach, lingering at my navel before he stripped my leggings and lace panties from my body, tossing them aside onto the wet shower floor.
Goosebumps rippled over his skin he was cold, chilled to the bone but he didn’t care.
He dropped to his knees, the tiles unforgiving beneath him, and pressed slow, reverent kisses to the inside of my thighs. His hands slid up behind my legs, spreading me open gently, possessively.
Then his mouth found me.
He gave me no time to brace myself. My scream tore free the instant his tongue parted me and plunged inside. If he hadn’t been holding me upright pinning me to the wall I would have collapsed.
He sucked on my clit while his tongue drove in and out of me, the incomplete bond between us detonating like fireworks beneath my skin.
“Damien…” I groaned, torn between dragging him away and forcing myself closer, desperate for more deeper.
He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, his gaze locking with mine. Desire burned openly in those stormy navy-blue eyes the eyes I had come to love far more than I ever meant to.
My fingers tangled in his hair. The release of pain, the sheer relief of it, erased any shame as I held him there, anchoring him to me. He didn’t stop not until my body betrayed me completely, my walls clamping around his tongue as my orgasm crashed through me.
But I wasn’t finished.
Neither was he.
We both knew what my body needed what it was demanding. I tore his shorts from him, earning a crooked smirk in return.
What was it about us and showers?
The moment his hard length brushed against me, sparks ignited all over again. I ached as if he hadn’t just undone me moments ago.
“Tell me what you want, Aurélie,” he murmured seductively, reaching behind me to turn up the heat of the water.
His body was sculpted, tight like a Greek god and ice cold beneath my hands. Mine was still burning.
“You know what I need.” I slammed my eyes shut as another sharp cramp surged from my lower belly to my chest, stealing my breath.
His eyes shifted instantly stormy navy flashing to ocean-clear blue as he saw the pain grip me. Without hesitation, he lifted me, wrapping my legs securely around his waist.
“Tell me,” he teased softly, lining himself up with aching precision. “Words. I need to hear words.”
“You,” I gasped. “I need you.”
“To do what?”
“To ruin me!” I screamed.
He drove into me in one brutal thrust.
“Now that,” he growled against my ear, “I can do.”
His mouth trailed down to my mate mark, his tongue tracing it slowly, possessively. My entire body shuddered under the force of it.
He moved inside me hard and fast, knowing exactly what I needed what only he could give.
“Damien… ah yes… that’s it.”
I tried to stifle my moans, but they spilled free anyway, feeding the pleasure until there was nothing left but sensation, heat, and him.