Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 166 Damien This was the second time I was kissing her during the Rite. * 72%8 EX $5 vouchers The first time had been last night, in the shadows where no one ould see us, and yet here I was again, unable to wait even a full day before claiming her lips for myself. I asked myself what was wrong with me, why my restraint seemed to crumble so easily whenever she was near, but no matter how many times I examined the question, I never found in answer that satisfied me. Then again, why did I need an answer when the very cause of my unrest was already in my arm?

I kissed her before she could finish whatever words she was about to spin. My hand tightened around her waist while the other slid to the back of her head, angling her perfectly as I cut off her words with my mouth. Her hands lifted awkwardly between us, as if she had not expected me to kiss her again so suddenly, but I did not give her time to think, nor did I give her the chance to retreat. I wrapped one arm firmly around her thigh and, with an almost lazy motion, lifted her as though she weighed nothing at all.

She gasped against my lips in surprise, but I only deepened the kiss, tasting the softness of her pink mouth as if I had been starved for it. I moved forward without breaking contact and placed her on the desk behind us, stepping between her legs as though that position belonged to me. When I finally leaned back, she was breathing slightly harder, her usual calm and indifferent mask cracked just enough to reveal something warmer underneath. A faint flush colored her cheeks, and that sight alone stirred something possessive and dark inside me.

She met my eyes as if she wanted to speak, perhaps to argue or to deny what was happening, but I placed both hands on her waist and dragged her closer to the edge of the desk until she was seated directly in front of me. She flinched at the sudden pull. I looked at her from beneath my lashes, my gaze heavier now, the restraint I prided myself on thinning with every second. The sight of her like this, perched on the edge of my desk, lips swollen from my kiss and eyes slightly unfocused, did something dangerous to my control.

"Is this what you wanted, Moonborn?" I asked quietly, my lips curving faintly as I leaned closer. "After all, you just declared yourself my lover." She swallowed, and I watched the delicate movement of her throat with shameless focus. "Alpha Damien, you are misunderstanding," she began. "I did no mean it that way. I only wanted to leave quickly, so I acted that way-oh-" Her explanation dissolved into a soft sound when I lowered my mouth to her neck.

I kissed the sensitive skin just below her ear before gently grazing it with my teeth, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her how easily I could undo her composure, Her fingers clenched into the fabric of my clothes, trembling slightly, and I felt the reaction ripple through her body. Her neck was he weakness; I had learned that the first time, and she reacted just as intensely now. A low hum left my throat at her response, Every time she reacted like this, it felt like a silent challenge.

I was not the one being touched, not the one losing control, and yet the way her body responded to me was deeply satisfying, as hough her pleasure fed something primal inside me. My hands slid down to her thighs, resting there for a moment before I slowly eased them apart just enough to step closer. She shivered under my touch, and I lifted my head, studying he face carefully. Hooking a finger beneath her chin, I tilted her face upward so she had no choice but to look at me. 1/3 ||| O 15:44 Fri, Mar 6 A Chapter 166 Her blue eyes met mine.

255 vouchers Those rare, beautiful eyes stared back at me, bright even now, filled with confusion, defiance, and something else she probably did not want me to see. And in that moment, I realized I was far more intrigued than I had ever intended to be. "Look at me, little wolf," I said, my voice rough and steady. "Don look away when I'm about to ruin you." Selene's eyes widened slightly at my words, but she did not pull away from me. She held my gaze as if she refused to give me the satisfaction of seeing her flinch.

Without breaking eye contact, I reached for the fastening of her pants and tugged it open before sliding the fabric down her legs and tossing it aside. I could hear the change in her breathing immediately. It grew quicker, and uneven, yet her expression remained composed. I had been with women before, and I knew how they usually reacted in moments like this. Most of them grew shy or nervous when I touched them. They would look away, blush, or remble under my gaze. But Selene was different. Just like the last time, she did not seem embarrassed or afraid.

Instead, she watched me with a strange curiosity, as if she were trying to understand me rather than fear me. However, her body told a different story. Every small touch I gave her made her inhale sharply. Every brush of my fingers caused the slightest tremor to run through her. She wanted me. could feel it clearly in the way she responded to me, even though she tried to maintain that calm exterior. Selene tilted her head slightly as she looked down at me, her expression unreadable. Then she spoke in a steady voice.

"Alpha Damien, go on your knees for me." I raised my eyebrow at her request, taken aback by the boldness in her tone. She looked completely nonchalant while asking something that no one had ever dared to demand of me. If anyone else had spoken those words, they would have been risking their life. I had never gone on my knees for anyone before. I had not bowed to enemies, allies, or even to the Moon Goddess. Submission was not in my nature. Yet Selene was not afraid. She had never truly been afraid of me since the day we met.

She had been surprised by my sudden appearances, yes, but never frightened. I found myself wondering who she truly was and what made her believe I would kneel for her. Perhaps she did not expect me to obey. Perhaps she thought I would walk away. Or perhaps she simply wanted to see whether a man who had never submitted to anyone would lower himself for her. When I did not immediately move, a faint smile formed on her lips. She looked as though she was about to change the conversation. But before she could speak, I made my decision.

I slowly lowered myself onto my knees between her legs, my movements deliberate. The shift in her expression was instant. Her eyes widened, and for the first time since this began, she looked genuinely surprised. She had not expected me to actually kneel. I lifted my gaze to meet hers, holding it firmly. Even on my knees, I did not feel diminished. I had chosen to kneel because it was her, I tightened my hands around her thighs, feeling her shiver violetly under my touch. Her body trembled, and it made something deep inside me darken, my gaze burning as I leaned loser.

"Don't be surprised," I murmured, letting each word sink into her. "This is just the beginning." My finger slid along the edge of her panties, already slick and damp beneath my touch, and I felt her hips press instinctively closer, begging for more without saying a word. Her soft moant me like fire, and I could feel her burning all over. She tried to pull away, and I caught her waist, holding her firmly in place. Slowly, I parted her panties, exposing her warmth, 2/3 III 15:44 Fri, Mar 6 A MO Chapter 166 and my chest tightened at the sight.

72% $5 vouchers "After all," I whispered against her skin, "even a monster can knel, when he finds something worth surrendering to." I leaned down, letting my tongue glide over her fully, tasting her devouring her. Her moan broke, ragged, needy. I savored every tremble, and reaction. Her body was mine, every inch of her, and I intended to make sure she never forgot 3/3 AD Comment Send gift Editorial board Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.