17 I... It's okay

Alpha Damien didn't know what hit him, he couldn't place his hands on the emotions he felt because as soon as the kiss came so it left, it was almost like it never happened if not for the tingles that remained on his lips that served as a remainder.

He wanted to know what it was that he felt that made his wolf go into overdrive and jump around in his head wanting to come out so badly and make her theirs in the most demanding way.

Layla who had acted on impulse was now regretting her action as she saw the expression on Damien's face, it looked like he hated what she did, like he didn't want it but what she doesn't know is that the expression on his face was due to him trying to control his wolf who is still in a very hot frenzy

And with his eyes changing color into red and grey now and then, Layla sensed she might be in trouble and decided to apologize for her action, she felt heartbroken since she thought he was going to smile at her and then continue the kiss, just like she used to read in every romance story but it seems like romance like that is for humans and not werewolves.

"I..." she started and Damien cut her off with a finger on her lips, the simple gesture sent her stomach-turning and heat building up in her insides

With her scent growing thicker due to arousal, Damien couldn't help himself, not when she had just given him a hint of what it would feel like if he kissed her, not when the taste of her lips is nothing like his fantasies, and not when he was aching to touch her badly

"It's okay" he whispered before merging their lips

He could control neither himself nor his wolf and with every going second of their lips together, he wanted more.

Layla who was now lost in the feel of their lips together, one of his hands at the nape of her neck and the other drawing her closer couldn't help the deepness of the arousal she felt and how wet she got in her panties underneath her gown.

Deepening the kiss by opening her mouth and locking their tongue with every parting second she moved to sit on his lap and couldn't help the gasp that fell off her lips as her core came in contact with his bulge.

The rush she felt was too much that she parted their lips and stared into his eyes.

Damien was going crazy and he knew it, he couldn't understand how just a touch could make him feel the way he was feeling and how her lips could drive him mad.

His eyes were a swirl of grey and red as he felt her pressure and softness on his dick and just like that, every part of his controlled self snapped as he growled deeply and kissed her hard.

It was too much, the feelings rummaging the insides of Layla was too much for her senses and her body that she had to let out a moan, to let a fragment of the pleasure she was feeling be heard as Damien bit her neck.

Her moan was torture and Damien loved it. He kissed her neck, sucked, bite, and licked it as it gave him what he needed, her moan.

He couldn't deny it though, he wanted to bite her harder and leave his mark on her as his fangs threatened to come out.

It was like she was mad and couldn't get enough of him as she tightened her hold on him and moaned out loud.

He didn't know which one affected him the most, her arousal, her taste, the feel of her on him, or her moan.

Taking her gown off, his actions stopped as he saw her boobs on display, and although she was wearing a bra he could see that her left breast was beautified with a small heart tattoo.

Layla has never been shy about her body, she wasn't a virgin and this isn't the first time guys would stare at her like the piece of art she is but this is the first time she felt slightly insecure

Does he hate tats? Why is his face void of emotions? He doesn't hate tattoos, does he? Or are my boobs too small? She thought as questions bombarded her brain

Looking into her eyes Damien knew he was a goner, if this little female who's sitting on him could do this lot of damage to his senses with just a little gesture then there is no way out.

"You're beautiful," he said as stared into her ocean blue eyes which seem to be staring at his soul and making his heartbeat in an erratic rhythm

"I know" she replied with a wide smile that Damien couldn't help but reciprocate

"I might have sex with you right now," he said

"I know" Layla replied again gaining her confidence back.

She knows he wants her as badly as she wanted him

"Are you okay with it?" he asked wanting to know her reply even though her eyes said it all

"Yes," she said, and just like that he cupped her face and smashed their lips together again.

He was feeling hot and restless and the only thing he could think of was to mark her his and make her scream his name loud and make everyone know she's his.

But he couldn't, not when he didn't tell her what having sex with her would demand, not when what it demands could scare her away and make her hate him if he does it without her permission.

Yes they are mates and he has accepted her, but it would be unfair if he doesn't give her the chance to decide for herself what she wants.

She has every right to reject him and do whatever she wants.

He has been scared throughout his whole visit to the neighboring pack, the whole werewolf community has known about her existence and who exactly she is, and that equally means she would be in danger if she steps out of the pack perimeters.

She is the only child of her parents which means she's the heir to her father's company which is worth millions.

If he marks her without telling her what's at stake and that she can decide to avoid it he would feel guilty forever so he stopped his actions despite his wolf's decision against it and separated them.

Layla who had been lost in her arousal felt somehow when Damien's touch left her body as he carried her bridal style, lied her down on the bed, and left her.

She couldn't help feeling distressed and wanted him to continue touching her

"Why'd you stop, I thought I said it's okay," she said standing up and moving closer to where he was standing

"I know, it's just not right," he said ruffling his hair and wiping his hands on his face as if trying to make his eyes clearer, well that's what he's doing.

He doesn't want to hurt her or make her hate him and he knows if he continues staring at her exposed chest he's going to do the things he doesn't want to.

But still, he couldn't tell her to dress up, he decided going out of the room would be the best option for the both of them.