Heart Of A Beast

*Rina*

“So… where are you off to?” I pur seductively toying with the button on the front of the shirt was wearing, Fiona happens be around, that really got me worried, I don’t trust her around Damien, luckily he hadn’t put on his suit jacket yet so instead of closing the button I just sprayed it open.

Smiling in satisfaction I ran my fingers, foudling his chest, I was so much in love with his body, damn! Aware he was reading my thoughts, I blinked up at him innocently pressing my body against his.

He growl softly gripping my waist then in my ear he whispered. “What are you doing?”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“I’m getting you ready for work, why don’t you want me to” I answered innocently.

“I think you know what you’re doing” He grinned back, making him look ten years younger than his age, how old is he by the way?

The door cracked open and Fiona walk in on us, she look shell shocked seeing us in that position cause apparently the last time she was here, she thought Damien hated me.

” Damien, can I talk to you please” She asked totally Ignoring me.

“I know it about saving your pack, Fiona believe me I will do my best okay?” He answered using his Alpha tone on her, then she break down in fake tears.

“You are so kind to me, Anything you want, I’ll pay you back”

My hand itch to give her a sound slap on that rounded fake blush on her cheeks, I’m sure she is indirectly inviting my mate to bed right in front of me!. The nerves of her!.

“You’re his childhood friend, I’m sure he doesn’t need you returning his favours not in anyway” I smile sweetly at her, she thought she’s the only one who can fake innocent right?.

“Rina!” Damien growled in a warning tone.

“What” I snapped back, tugging my waist free from his grasp then walk out of the room.

Walking down the hallway I decided to see Helena or anyone in order to get away from Damien, then I remembered my dream and the signs I have been seeing I decided to see Drake, if anyone could put me through it was him.

“Hey there Drake, are you busy” I asked walking in on him mixing some potions, then few minutes later, chickens came around flapping their feathers, I gasped stepping out of the way and at the same time trying not to laugh.

“More chickens for Christmas thanks Drake” I laughed.

He glared at me. “I have been trying a memory mix up spell, it just so tricky” He groan in frustration.

“Here let me have a look” I walk towards the open book while Drake stare at me with folded arms as if knowing already that I could do nothing to help.

“Just as the sunset all you have to do is memorize, for a little more magic trick to the memory….” I read the puzzle then turn to look at Drake.

“After mixing the potion did you try any spell? Of course not, now use the memory lane after mixing up the potion” I felt a little dizzy and almost sway damn it! what was that all about? I can’t simply be teaching Drake his work? I don’t even know how witch craft is done.

“Hmm I think you’re right” He rubbed his chin and as if realizing something he turn around sharply. “How did you know that?” He asked.

“Just instance Drake” I winked at him and hurried out, I’m not ready to know why I had known that memory magic, I have more problems to worry about, a problem with the letter F.

I opened the door of the room and it was empty, I grabbed my towel and hurried towards the bathroom to freshen up, moving towards the dressing mirror to comb my long dark hair.

To hell with Damien for yelling at me! Who does he think he is? I hissed and reach for the brush I had toss in anger, without my hand touching it, the brush lifted on it’s own and when the door crack opened, it’s dropped back.

I sat there shocked, finally stood up then stood far away from the mirror, okay maybe I had just imagined that, I mean I have no magic for crying out loud.

I felt Damien hand going around my waist, I wanted to nuzzle closer to him, I wanted to breath in his scent then I remember I was still mad at him, but it’s very hard staying mad at a guy like Damien, well not when you’re dripping wet and you want him inside you.

“I didn’t appreciate the way you cut into my conversation with Fiona, she was hurt” Damien murmured, nuzzling my neck.

“Oh really? Since when do you care if a person is hurt or is not? I’m directing implying to her blunt invitation to take you to bed” I reported, wanting to get away from him, I can’t think any clearly when he’s close or touching me.

He refuse to let me go, tugging me more closer, lifting me up and putting me on the dressing mirror, his heavy thighs pressed against me, even through the layers of clothes, I could feel him against me, exciting me further, I arch my back against the mirror wanting to get more closer to me.

“Don’t say such thing”

“Why can’t i? Because I was right? Just so you know I’m not happy about her staying here” I cup his chin, turning his face towards me, he look so handsome I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him.

The kiss was meant to be short, sweet and passionate, Damien immediately captures my lips, kissing me deeply while his other hand rub circles on my thighs, I wanted him, I tug at his tie.

“Damien please mark me” I pleaded desperately.

He look shocked then back off immediately running his fingers through his hair, I knew he would never agree to it, even though it hurts but all the same it was worth the try.

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Tbc.