- Prince’s Captive
Ara’s POV
The moment Damon carried me over the threshold of the shabby packhouse, my breath caught in my throat.
This can’t be right.
From the outside, the building looked like it might collapse at any moment–weathered wood, sagging roof, vines creeping up the walls. But inside…
Inside was a different world entirely
Warm golden light flickered from iron sconces, casting dancing shadows across rich mahogany floors. A massive stone fireplace dominated the far wall, its flames crackling lazily. Plush fur rugs were strewn about,
and the air carried the faintest hint of…
Mint and sage.
it set my nerves alight. It
The scent wrapped around me like a velvet cloak, calming my racing heart even as it se
was him. It had to be.
Damon didn’t speak as he carried me up the creaking staircase, his grip unrelenting despite my squirming.
“Put me down!” I demanded for what felt like the hundredth time.
His only response was to tighten his hold, those massive arms flexing beneath my thighs.
The bedroom he brought me to was surprisingly elegant. A four–poster bed dominated the space, its dark wood frame carved with intricate wolf motifs. Heavy brocade curtains framed the windows, and more of
those furs covered the floor
With surprising gentleness, he deposited me onto the bed. The moment my back hit the soft mattress, I scrambled backward until I hit the headboard.
Damon merely arched a brow, those storm–gray eyes tracking my every move. “Like it?”
“Like what?” I snapped, my fingers digging into the bedding.
“My scent.” That infuriating smirk returned, those damn dimples making an appearance. “You were breathing
it in like a dying woman.”
Heat flooded my cheeks. He saw right through me.
“Why do you hide your scent?” I tried to change the subject.
“Because we’re on a rogue hunt,” he said simply, prowling closer.
“A rogue hunt?” I forced a laugh that sounded painfully fake to my own ears. “Why is the Lycan prince himself
hunting rogues?”
Instead of answering, he braced his hands on either side of me, caging me in.
“Enough questioning. My turn. Why were you alone in the woods? And what,” his voice dropped to a growl, “is your relationship with that half–breed?”
“I was just taking a stroll,” I lied. What a pathetic excuse! Even a pup could catch this lie.
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“Taking a stroll? Which pack are you from?” He asked again.
“My throat went dry. Think, Ara, think)
“Blue Moon Pack,” I blurted out before I could stop myself, I regretted it instantly. I shouldn’t have lied.
Damon’s brows furrowed. “Blue Moon? That’s not close at all. What are you doing here?”
“That’s none of your business,” I shot back.
“It is my business,” he snarled, leaning in until his breath fanned across my lips. “Because you’re my mate.”
The word sent a jolt through me. The way he claimed me as his as if I mattered. For a moment, I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted to embrace his warm hug, and stay there forever.
Do you have any idea how dangerous it could be? And where did you find that half breed?” He questioned
again.
If he kept this up, he would make me talk about everything. I had to do something.
“Did you bring me here to interrogate me? I challenged, tilting my chin up.
“No.”
“Are you going to reject me?” The question slipped out before I could stop it, laced with a vulnerability that I
hated.
cay such a
Damon stilled. “Why would you say such a thing?”
“Because I’m wolfless,” I whispered. “Because I’m…”
Because I’m a rejected wife of an alpha, a rogue. Because I’m dying.
But those words stuck in my throat as Damon’s hand came up to cup my cheek, his touch startlingly gentle.
“I don’t care if you’re wolfless,” he murmured, his thumb brushing my cheekbone. “You’re a blessing from the goddess, and that’s enough for me.”
My breath hitched.
He was so close. Too close. The scent of mint and sage was stronger now, wrapping around me like a spell. My heart hammered against my ribs as his gaze dropped to my lips.
Was he going to kiss me?
His long fingers traced my jaw, tilting my face up further. That smirk returned, those dimples flashing.
“You want it, don’t you?” he husked.
Snap out of it Ara! He is hunting rogues! My people! And !!
I pressed a hand to his chest, turning my face away. “Give me some space.”
“Space?” Damon chuckled darkly. In your dreams, little mate.”
Before I could react, he hauled me into his lap, one arm banding around my waist like iron. His other hand trailed up my thigh, leaving fire in its wake.
My breath came in short gasps as his fingers danced along my jaw, down my neck, over my collarbones- stopping just at the swell of my cleavage.
Goddess, why did I wear this dress?
The thin fabric left little to the imagination and the way his gee darkened some noticed her tooder my face as his hand returned to my thigh, squeezing lightly
I trembled
Damon pulled me closer until our bodies were flush, his lens brushing my ear Bee to
I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think
“Now,” he purred, his teeth grazing my earlobe, Ter’s discuss your punishment
“P–punishment?” My voice was embarrassingly breathy
“You did try to murder me, he reminded me, his hand sliding higher up my thigh.
Oh, please. As if I could ever harm this walking fortress of a man
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“Shh.” His thumb pressed against my lips, silencing me deade how you make it up some
Damon’s lips brushed over mine. His hand trailed along my spine. This stupid oord made me feel things! never dared to think of. Before I knew, my lips touched his. Or was it the other way around? I couldnt sell and
didn’t care. The kiss was a devastating blend of possession and promise
His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming, conquering leaving no doubt as to who was in compl
“Your Highness.” I gasped
“Damon Take my name,” he corrected me
One large hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back as his other hand made quick work of the ties on my
dress, impatiently, ending up tearing up the fabric. It pooled around my waist leaving me in nothing but my
thin chemise
“You tore my skin, so I will tear your dress, he muttered against my los
I should protest. I should have yelled, instead I moaned Damn this bond.
His heated gaze raked over my bare skin, lingering on the peaks of my breasts covered under the thin fabric
“Beautiful,” he murmured before he left sloppy kisses on my neck
on my neck and shoulder
I arched into him with a gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue swirled around a specific spot on my neck, sending jolts through my veins. My core was on fire
“Still want space?” he taunted, his breath hot against my skin.
“Please st–stop “My protest sounded more like another moan
“Do you really want me to stop? I can smell the heat, little mate,” he whispered, circling my clit through the clothes of my underwear. “It’s time for punishment.”
With effortless strength, he flipped me onto my stomach, pulling me up onto my knees. One hand pressed between my shoulder blades, keeping me in place as the other traced the curve of my ass What was he planning now!
“Five,” he announced, delivering the first stinging slap
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I yelped, the pain melting into pleasure almost instantly.
“Four.”
Another slap, harder this time. My hips jerked back instinctively.
Damon chuckled darkly. “Greedy, aren’t we?”
By the third strike, I was panting, my core throbbing with need. Too bad, the demon prince saw through me. He chuckled darkly, “already wet for me, little wolf? I can smell your arousal.” His fingers slid between my thighs, stroking through the slickness there for a moment, leaving me wanting me.
The fourth had me begging, though for what, I wasn’t sure. And then came the last one and I shuddered. “This is your punishment, little wolf,” he licked my earlobe before standing up.
“If I find you running again, you’ll regret it,” he left the room with warning.
I fell on the bed, wet from cravings. His touch, his hand, his… And the fear that he was on a rogue hunt. Oh goddess! I was ruined!
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