Bethany’s POV
I barely had time to catch my breath before Damon’s hands tightened around my waist. He pressed forward, his thigh slipping between my legs, the hard muscle pressing right against my aching core.
“Oh,” I sucked in a sharp breath, my hands flying to his chest, but I didn’t push him away. I couldn’t. My body betrayed me, melting into him.
His lips lowered, grazing my ear. “Why do you think I’d stop, little mate? When I want you this badly?”
I bit my lip, shaking my head. I didn’t know. I wasn’t even sure if he would stop. I didn’t think I wanted him to.
His fingers brushed my lips, tracing them slowly. He leaned forward and his tongue flicked out, licking the very spot his fingers had just touched.
“D–Damon,” I gasped, arching against him.
The sight of him tasting me like that… Goddess, it was too much. Too seductive.
Damon had sex on legs. There was no other way to describe him.
I finally understood why women threw themselves at him, why they whispered about him in hushed, breathless voices. If he did this to them, if he made them feel this kind of desperate, aching need, how could anyone walk away?
His smirk deepened as if he could hear my thoughts. His hand drifted lower, fingers brushing my chin before he pressed his thumb against my lips.
“Suck,” he ordered.
I gasped, my body trembling at the command.
What?
My lips parted hesitantly, and I took his thumb into my mouth, my tongue flicking over it.
Damon let out a low growl of approval.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
A rush of heat pooled between my thighs.
His thigh brushed against my swollen cunt and my hips moved on their own, grinding against his thigh, seeking relief from the unbearable ache.
Damon’s dark chuckle sent shivers down my spine.
“You like this,” he murmured, his free hand trailing up my thigh, gripping my waist possessively. “You’re already so desperate for me, aren’t you,
Bethany?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. The words were stuck in my throat.
“Good girl, that’s it, baby. Show me just how much you want me,‘
A large hand grabbed my breasts and I arched my back, moaning his name. “Damon,”
Just when I thought I might completely lose myself to him, the door swung open.
A guard stepped inside.
“Alpha, your food is ready in the dining hall.”
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Damon stiffened, exhaling sharply before pulling back, just enough to put space between us.
Iscrambled to step away, my lace burning.
The guard didn’t react, as it this was a regular occurrence, and I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or relieved.
Damon let out a slow breath before glancing at me again. “Have you eaten?”
I swallowed hard, still reeling from what just happened. “No,” I muttered. “But I’m not hungry.”
At that moment, my stomach betrayed me. A loud growl filled the room.
Damon smirked. “Your stomach says otherwise.”
Iclenched my jaw, mortified.
“Come.” His voice left no room for argument.
Thesitated.
The last thing I wanted was to sit at a table full of Alphas who terrified me. But Damon was already walking toward the door, expecting me to follow.
And, despite myself, I did.
When we arrived at the dining hall, I immediately regretted it. Everyone was there. Including Damien and he looked pissed as hell.
What was I doing here? What the hell was I thinking?
Before I could figure out how to escape, another voice cut through the tense silence.
“What are you doing here?”
I turned, finding Alpha Daniel watching me with narrowed eyes.
Before I could stammer out an answer, Damon replied.
“I invited her,” he said, his tone casual, but there was an unmistakable edge to it as if daring his brothers to refuse him. “To have breakfast with us.”
“You did what?” Damien bellowed golden eyes narrowed, burning with disapproval as he glared at Damon. “You invited an omega here?”
Damon, unfazed, leaned back lazily in his seat, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Yes, I did.” He reached for his goblet of wine and took a slow sip, his gaze never leaving his older brother’s. Then, with deliberate arrogance, he added, “You can treat her as my woman here if her presence makes you uncomfortable.”
The room fell silent.
My breath caught in my throat. My body stiffened. His woman?
I didn’t have time to process his words before Damien looked ready to snap. His jaw clenched, his fingers curled around his fork like he was about to stab someone–most likely Damon. But before he could speak, another voice interrupted.
“It’s okay, Damien.”
Alpha Declan.
I turned to see him watching the exchange with mild amusement like he was merely entertained by the whole situation.
I wasn’t sure whether I should be grateful or terrified that Declan had stopped an argument.
Damon smirked, victorious, and then turned to me. “Sit.”
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Thesitated. I could feel Alpha Damim’s burning gaze on me. But I had no choice. I sat down as Daman motioned for a maid to sarus me
The food smelled amazing freshly baked bread, roasted meats, fruits, and cheeses. My stomach clenched with hunger, yet I struggled to eat.
Because they wouldn’t stop looking at me.
All of them.
Damien’s eyes were filled with displeasure. Damon’s gaze was unreadable, yet teasing. Declan’s lips curled in mild interest, and Daniel, the youngest of the brothers, had a look in his eyes that made my skin prickle.
picked at my food, swallowing hard.
This was what it was like, wasn’t it? Having multiple mates? I had never imagined such a thing.
And then Daniel spoke.
“So, Bethany…” His voice was casual, but his blue eyes glinted wickedly. “How many rounds did you last with Damon last night?”
The fork slipped from my fingers, clattering against the plate.
My cheeks flamed. “I, what?”
Damon chuckled, leaning back in amusement, while Damien’s glare turned murderous.
“I mean,” Daniel continued, grinning. “You’re sitting here, looking well–fucked, so I figured you’d have-”
The door burst open.
A woman stormed in, her presence demanding attention.
Everyone stiffened.
I turned, my pulse quickening at the sight of the stranger. She was stunning. Raven–black hair cascaded down her back, her sharp features exuding confidence. Her golden eyes sparkled with mischief as she stopped before the table, placing her hands on her hips.
“Well, well, my most handsome Alphas,” she drawled, her voice smooth as silk. “You didn’t call me. You didn’t check on me. You just left me to enjoy my
vacation alone. Is that fair?”
No one spoke.
I glanced around the table, noticing the expressions on the brothers‘ faces–surprise, tension… and something else.
Dread.
Who was she?
The woman’s gaze finally landed on me. Her expression was unreadable, her eyes scanning me up and down like I was an object she was assessing.
Then, she turned back to the Alphas. “And who is this?”
Damien’s voice was cold when he answered. “She’s my maid.”
My stomach twisted.
Personal maid?
I wasn’t sure why, but the words stung.
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The woman’s brows lifted. “Oh?”
Damien’s expression darkened. “Bethany, go wait for me in my wing?
I hesitated, glancing at Damon. “She hasn’t finished her food,” Damon said lazily, taking a sip of his drink.
I took another look at the woman and stood instantly. “I’m through with the food.” I didn’t want to stay here. Not with her eyes boring me.
I waited in Damien’s wing for what felt like forever.
And why did Damien send me away?
Finally, the door opened, and he stepped inside.
I stood immediately, my pulse racing, but before I could say anything, Damien spoke.
“What punishment should I give you for skipping work,” he asked, his voice calm, yet deadly, “and yet going around flirting with the same man I warned you about?”
I blinked.
Excuse me?! Skipping work? He was the one who asked me to leave!
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