Chapter 119 119
Aurélie POV
His kiss begins slow deceptively so before his true hunger surfaces, and I surrender to it completely. There is no illusion of control here; I never stood a chance. His tongue moves with deliberate skill, exploring my mouth as though he intends to memorise every part of me. My knees weaken beneath the intensity, my body forgetting how to hold itself upright.
He feels it.
One hand leaves my hip and slides around my back, pulling me firmly into him, pressing me against his groin. The hardness there steals my breath and only fuels the fire already burning through me.
The hand that had traced sparks along my face drifts downward to the top of my strapless dress. With a slow, unhurried motion, he tugs it down just enough to expose my dusky pink strapless bra. Lace. Delicate. Completely at odds with the way he looks at it.
A low, hungry moan escapes him as his gaze drops, my nipple buds clearly visible through the sheer fabric.
His mouth crashes back onto mine, possessive and consuming, and if my dress weren’t so tight, I would have wrapped my legs around him without a second thought. His kiss unravels me so thoroughly that I know deep down there’s no going back from this. Something fundamental has shifted.
Then, abruptly, the rhythm changes.
He places a single, lingering kiss on my lips before pulling away. Carefully, he slides my dress back into place. His nose lowers to my neck, and with a frustrated, unsatisfied sigh, he inhales deeply, breathing me in before pressing a soft kiss to my most sensitive spot.
“What” I start, confused by the sudden restraint.
He lifts a finger to my swollen lips, silencing me just as footsteps echo nearby.
Small feet race toward the back entrance of the party room, loud whispers erupting as Dominique and Delphine argue over who won. Moments later, Élodie catches up to them, laughing as she declares them both winners and promises prizes from the dessert table.
When the garden falls quiet again, I smooth my dress, adjusting the neckline carefully to ensure no hint of my bra remains visible.
Our eyes meet.
The heat between us is still there but now it’s laced with something softer. Vulnerability. From both of us.
“You know I can’t keep you, right?” I tease with a smirk, though the truth of it aches beneath the words.
“Come on,” he says gently. “Let’s go back before the kids start wondering where you disappeared to.”
“Damien…” I catch his elbow, stopping him. “Can we— I’m not ready…”
“We don’t need to tell anyone,” he says quietly, offering a reassuring smile. “This is between you and me.”
Then he steps away.
We return separately. I enter first, heading straight for the dessert table where my little monsters are piling far too much sugar onto fresh plates. About ten minutes later, I sense him arrive. I don’t need to turn around I feel his gaze on the back of my dress, on my ass, heavy and unashamed.
Élodie passes close to me, her nose tipping toward my shoulder. She smirks.
“There’s perfume in the ladies’ bathroom,” she murmurs, winking as she leads the twins to a table.
After a quick spritz, I step back into the room and am immediately surrounded.
A group of male attendees descends, all smiles and interest, all wanting to know if I’m single, if I’d dance. I deploy the mother excuse, explaining that my children need me but that I might return later.
It seems to satisfy them.
My gaze drifts to the bar.
Damien stands there with a glass of whiskey, jaw tight, tension radiating from him.
I’m still trying to process what just happened perhaps the champagne has dulled my judgment when I turn back toward the table and my arm is suddenly caught.
“Alpha Aurélie,” a voice says smoothly. “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Alpha Jérôme of the Black Mist pack.”
I blink, surprised. This is the older male who had been laughing earlier with his… companion. Where was she?
“I’m here with my daughter, Clémence,” he continues. “Ah there she is. By the bar.”
He gestures.
And there she is.
Talking no, performing for Damien. She’s taken his drink and is dragging the icy glass deliberately across her chest, lingering over her nipples to harden them.
The slut.
“Oh yes,” Jérôme chuckles. “She’s always had a thing for Alpha Damien. Girls and their crushes, eh?”
I offer a tight, sarcastic smile and prepare to excuse myself when my phone buzzes inside my clutch.
A message.
From Théo.
My heart kicks sharply in my chest and judging by the way Damien snaps his head in my direction, he feels the shift too.
“Excuse me, Alpha Jérôme,” I say politely. “I need to take this.”
I walk toward the bathrooms, pulse racing, ready to finally hear the news I’ve been waiting for.