Mated To The Ruthless Alpha King novel Chapter 8

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Chapter 8: His Weakness

"Kiss her."

Damon's eyes couldn't cast away from her lips, his brain had long ceased its normal functioning and to make things worst, his wolf counterpart was pushing forward, trying to force himself to the forefront of his mind.

"If t-that's true t-then----then w-what did y-you mean when y-you s-said you'd 'deal w-with me'?" Sarah was expectantly staring up at him, desperately waiting for a valid response to her question. However, Damon hadn't replied....and it didn't seem to Sarah like he was going to anytime soon. He wasn't even focused on what she was saying, instead, he was focused on something else, something that made Sarah's cheeks instantly go red....her lips.

He wasn't about to do what she thought he was about to do, right?

He answered her question when he began to lean forward, hazel eyes clouded over with an emotion that was hardly ever directed at her...lust. Upon realizing it, she suddenly forgot how to breath.

Was this it? The moment she would have to give herself over to him, body and soul?... The moment she would have to please him to his heart's content?

To put it simply, she had forgotten all about that. But how could she have forgotten about why she came here in the first place? She was chosen by Damon and therefore she was his sex-slave, his possession for the rest of her life. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn't shown a tinge of interest in her up until now that made it temporarily escape her mind.

Humans were simply playtoys for werewolves, a weaker species who could do nothing but bend to their will. All she was designated for was to pleasure her owner...nothing more nothing less. She hated that fact, but it didn't matter whether or not she was okay with it...Damon seemed to be more than happy to light things afire.

...and strangely, she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea of kissing the living daylights out of him.

Surely, there had been many times when Mr Knack would use her to fulfil his desires, but this time around, there was something different about it, instead of wanting to pull herself back, she wanted to push herself forward. There was a strange feeling building in the pit of her stomach and a heap of pride grew against her chest relentlessly. It felt good...good to have drawn some of his attention, good to have his eyes pinned on her and only her.

But somehow, when she finally decided to close her eyes and await the euphoric feeling of his lips on hers, her mind had uncontrollably travelled to places that she didn't want to return to. Before long, she was stupidly convinced that the person in front of her was Mr. Knack. Then without realizing it, she started to tremble.

With all the raw fear dancing around in the room, Damon was forced to snap out of his mindless state, even his wolf who had earlier been pushing forward mercilessly, receded to the back of his mind. She was scared...his mate was scared.

Damon leaned back to take a hard, long look at his mate and he was sensible enough to perceive that her reaction wasn't simply because she feared him...these were the signs of past trauma. Her body was convulsing, her lips were palpitating and her fingers were clenched unto the hem of her dress as if to keep it secured over her legs.

Any idiot could tell that something very bad had happened to her before he met her...something that maybe had a lot to do with the fading marks on her skin.