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Her fingers tangled tightly in the fabric of his shirt as the pleasure overtook her, clutching him as though he were the only thing holding her upright. But the moment her gaze lifted to his face and collided with those eyes those unmistakable golden eyes shock surged through her like lightning.
“Y…your… e–eyes… Ahh”
The words broke apart into a helpless moan as he pinched her clit again, sending another powerful wave crashing through her body.
Her head tipped back as the second climax ripped through her, leaving her trembling.
When it was over, she was left panting, breaths ragged and uneven. Her eyes slipped shut while her chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to catch up with the storm that had just consumed her.
Damien slowly withdrew his hand.
Without a word, he refastened the button of her jeans and pulled the zipper up, his movements controlled and deliberate. At the same time, he forced his wolf back beneath the surface, burying it deep before she could see that strange glow in his eyes again.
Jacqueline’s eyelids fluttered open as she tried to steady herself. Her legs still trembled beneath her, and she attempted to stand properly without leaning on him.
Her gaze searched his eyes instinctively.
The golden flecks were gone.
“Your eyes… they changed…” she stammered, confusion thick in her voice as she struggled to explain what she had just seen.
Damien offered no explanation. He simply stared at her with that same heated, consuming gaze.
Thinking whatever had just happened between them was finally over and believing they needed to talk about his eyes she stepped out of his hold.
But the moment she moved away, Damien grabbed the back of her neck and dragged her forward.
His mouth crashed onto hers.
She gasped against his lips just as his large hand gripped her ass and squeezed it roughly.
At that exact moment, the door swung open.
Before it could slam into Jacqueline’s back, Damien shot his palm out, catching the door and shoving it closed again with a hard push.
“The hell? Who’s in there?” a guy’s voice called from the other side.
Jacqueline jolted, trying to pull away from Damien, but he didn’t allow it. Instead, he pulled her even closer, deepening the kiss as if the interruption meant nothing.
Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs.
A heavy pounding rattled the door.
“Open the door!” the voice shouted again.
Damien broke the kiss with a wet, sloppy sound.
“Shut the fuck up!” he snarled toward the door.
Jacqueline jumped at the harshness of his tone. Her palms pressed against his chest, her wide brown eyes staring up at him like saucers. Her lips were pink and swollen from his assault.
When his gaze dropped to her again, she shook her head softly.
“I need my fill,” he rasped.
And then he devoured her mouth again.
What felt like an eternity though in truth it was only a few minutes passed before Damien finally opened the door.
Jacqueline’s stomach dropped.
Several guys were standing outside, all glaring straight at Damien.
Mortified, she quickly slipped behind Damien’s broad frame, using him as a shield while she hurried to fix her clothes and smooth down her hair, desperately trying to look presentable.
Damien grabbed her hand and pulled her firmly to his side.
Her throat tightened as she felt every pair of eyes on them.
The smug curve on Damien’s lips and the rumpled front of his shirt were already suspicious enough. But Jacqueline’s bright red face sealed the truth they were trying to hide.
A few students shot them dark looks before pushing past them and heading toward the classroom.
Jacqueline kept her head bowed as she walked beside Damien.
Once they were a little farther away, she finally glanced around and immediately froze.
People were staring.
Not just staring… gawking.
Confused, she followed the direction of their gazes.
Her breath caught.
Damien was holding her hand.
Their fingers were completely intertwined.
She tried to pull free, but his grip only tightened.
It was as if he were announcing it to the entire university.
She belonged to him.
Butterflies erupted wildly in her stomach. Her cheeks burned crimson, and the turmoil inside her chest was impossible to explain.
When they reached the classroom door, she quickly yanked her hand free and hurried inside, practically running to her seat.
Dropping into the chair, she sucked in a deep breath.
Across from her, Gilles lifted a perfectly arched eyebrow.
She shook her head quickly, silently begging him not to ask questions. From the corner of her eye, she saw Damien take his seat.
Class hadn’t started yet.
Just as she began calming down, a startled shriek escaped her when her chair was suddenly dragged sideways.
Her eyes widened in shock.
She was now sitting directly beside Damien.
And the entire class was staring at them.
She bit the inside of her cheek and cautiously glanced at him.
Damien was looking down at her as though she were a masterpiece he intended to memorize.
Her mind still couldn’t process what had just happened.
She tried to stand, but he caught her hand again, keeping her seated.
Her gaze flicked toward Fanny, who was staring at them with a deeply suspicious expression. Gilles appeared equally baffled.
Leaning slightly toward Damien, Jacqueline whispered under her breath so only he could hear.
“Did you hit your head somewhere this morning?”
She swore she saw the corner of his mouth twitch in the faintest hint of a smirk.
Embarrassed, she dropped her gaze.
Just then the classroom door opened, and the professor walked in.
Jacqueline quickly scrambled back to her own seat as Damien casually pushed her chair back into place.
She looked up
And froze.
Mr. Vidal stood there beside the head of the university.
“Ms. Jacqueline,” the head said, addressing her calmly. “Mr. Vidal has something to say.”
“I—I’m sorry,” Mr. Vidal blurted nervously. “Please forgive me. I should never have made that horrible offer. I’m ashamed of myself. Please forgive me.”
He was visibly trembling, sweat beading across his forehead.
Jacqueline was stunned.
But she noticed something else.
Mr. Vidal kept glancing nervously toward Damien.
Her eyes shifted to Damien.
His fists were clenched tightly at his sides. His jaw was rigid, lips pressed into a thin, unforgiving line as he glared daggers at the man.
And suddenly it all made sense.
Damien had confronted him.
That was the only reason Mr. Vidal was standing there apologizing.
Butterflies swarmed her stomach again, though she tried to keep her composure.
She simply nodded once.
“Don’t ever take advantage of someone’s vulnerability again,” she said quietly.
Mr. Vidal quickly left the classroom.
The head of the university nodded politely at Jacqueline before following him out.
She turned to Damien.
He was still staring at the door, fury simmering beneath the surface.
“How I wished to kill that fucker,” Damien muttered through clenched teeth.
Jacqueline sat there silently, unable to stop wondering how her entire life had managed to turn upside down in less than an hour.