Chapter 0143
Dane
Neah is curled against me, her cheek resting on my chest as my fingers trace lazy patterns down her back. The lingering scent of our passion still clings to the air, evidence of our inability to stay away from each other—even after an argument.
No matter how much she resisted, all it took was my lips on her mark to make her melt.
For once, her mind is silent. No overthinking, no analyzing—just peace. It feels like a rare moment, and I savor it.
Her lashes flutter against my skin, and her arms tighten around me. For a second, I think she’s fallen asleep, but then she speaks.
"When will you kill Roan?" she murmurs.
"Soon," I reply. "After we’ve finished making him pay, he’ll face trial."
My hand moves down to her stomach, feeling the small curve already beginning to form. A reminder that she carries our child.
Tilting her head back, she presses a kiss to my lips before guiding my hand lower, placing it between her thighs. The kiss deepens as I slide my fingers through her wetness, teasing her sensitive clit.
She gasps softly, her hips bucking into my touch. A moan escapes her as I quicken my movements, pushing her closer to the edge.
A sudden knock at the door makes her freeze, letting out a startled squeak as she pulls the blankets up around us.
I don’t stop. Instead, I slow my touch, keeping my fingers pressed against her, teasing, drawing out her pleasure. She glares at me, trying to hold back the sounds threatening to escape.
"Alpha," a deep voice calls from the other side of the door. "There’s a man here. Says he knows you."
Neah tenses beneath me, her breath hitching as she fights to stay silent.
"Did he give a name?" I ask, continuing to toy with her, watching as she silently battles the orgasm building inside her.
"He says his name is Damien."
Her body betrays her, hips rocking against my hand, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip to stifle a moan. Her grip tightens around me as she squeezes her eyes shut, barely holding herself together.
"Keep him at the entrance," I instruct. "I’ll be there soon."
As the footsteps fade, Neah finally lets go, a strangled moan slipping free as she shudders around my fingers.
"He’s here," she mutters, trying to move away.
"He can wait," I growl. "I need to finish what I started."
I rip the blanket away, burying my face between her thighs, drinking in her taste as she gasps. My tongue flicks over her swollen clit, sending a shiver through her as I spread her legs wider.
She’s mine. And I will always be the only one who gets to taste her this way.
As she writhes beneath me, on the verge of falling apart again, I thrust into her, her body immediately clenching around me.
"Dane," she breathes, eyes fluttering closed as I fill her completely.
I pull her upright, pressing her against my chest, my lips hovering inches from hers. With each deep thrust, I feel her tightening around me, her nails biting into my skin.
"Look at me," I command, voice low and rough. "Let me see those pretty blue eyes."
She obeys, locking onto me as pleasure overtakes her. A final cry escapes her lips as she shatters around me, her body trembling while I spill inside her.
She remains in my arms, her breathing ragged, her heartbeat racing against mine.
"You need a shower," I murmur, threading my fingers through her hair.
"Are you saying I smell?" she teases.
I chuckle. "Of us."
She wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her into the bathroom, her lips grazing along my jaw. Pregnancy has made her insatiable.
It’s nearly two hours before I finally leave our room and make my way to the pack’s entrance. Damien is already there, caught in a heated argument with several of my guards.
The second he spots me, his expression darkens.
"Where the hell have you been?" he snaps.
I smirk. "My mate had needs."