Eight: Charlie

Charlie P.O.V.

I watched Damien out of the corner of my eye as he moved to the line of clothes Paxton had left up overnight to dry.

Paxton was probably the closest to Damien’s height, but Damien’s thighs and hips were a lot larger and way more muscular than Paxton’s.

My jaw dropped as Damien pulled them on, getting the zipper up a few inches but leaving the button undone. The trail of dark hair leading down beneath the fabric made me very happy indeed, and I had to swallow hard to keep from drooling.

His hand slid into the pants, adjusting himself and making my body burn hotter. Could he smell how aroused I was?

My cheeks felt like they were on fire, and I turned away from him, running my hand over my chest to wipe away any perspiration. The less evidence there was of my wild hormones, the better. I had never understood how out -of-control mates would act in public, but I finally understood because I wanted to throw caution to the wind and climb Damien like a tree.

Everything I had ever been taught about composing myself and masking my emotions went right out the window with him around. I felt Damien walk up next to me as I bent down, grabbed the knife, and easily sliced through the meat.

He was too damn close. I knew if I lifted my hand, I could touch him.

I cleared my throat before speaking to save myself from the additional embarrassment of my voice cracking. “Did you bring my dagger this time?”

He sat on the ground next to me, leaning back against the log behind him where I usually sat. I had moved the log back before bringing the deer in to make room for me to work.

It was proper not to sit in a chair higher than the princess, and I felt myself tense. Did he know who I was, or had he just wanted to sit next to me?

He didn’t look at me, his eyes glued to the small fire I would have to build up before hanging the pot over it. “Do your men leave you here alone often? ■

My head pulled back at the anger in his tone. “We take turns. We can’t all leave the camp at once. Whoever stays behind is responsible for cooking for the day and ensuring no animals or people ransack our things.”

He didn’t like the answer. His hands clasped together with his forearms resting on his knees.

in his head. It was

down a full-blooded Lycan with my sword before they could

“I don’t doubt that.”

while to come around to the idea of me being left on my own. I had to knock them to the dirt several times before they accepted that

spot here and

cut up the meat and placed it in the pot with the vegetables and potatoes

carry it around with me, but I had more money in the bank than we could ever require and took

on the edge of the camp, I sat back down next to Damien. He

few times, but he would pull away after a few

The last thing I wanted was for him

gave me that name before your nickname.” His head tipped to the side as he stared at me for a long moment. “Do you want me to call you Charlie

off his tongue so beautifully that I wanted

choked out, pushing at one of the

I bit my lip

to stare at him. His beard had grown longer over the past two weeks since I

jet-black hair and made him look dangerous.” You refuse to accept that we are mates or even the possibility of it. But you’re here, and you don’t have to be. You chose to be here. What do you want from

didn’t make sense how he could so easily dismiss it. “I feel drawn to you, Charlotte. More than I have

with me, but hearing him admit that he had been with other women was hard to swallow. It wasn’t

been with other men. Lycans were very intimate creatures; most had been with

bent knees in front of him, and he trailed his finger up my thigh. Goosebumps followed his touch, and sparks shot through my system as he moved it higher in delicate

agreed with a

against the top of my thigh, his fingers curling around

I was furious that he had been with other women when I had been waiting for him, but it was more than that. I felt this primal need to

him to know and accept that he belonged to me, and I belonged to

Damien let his legs slide out in front of him

me, Damien. ‘We’ are just a matter of time. I can be patient. But if

one you should be coming to.” My hand trailed down his chest, and his body shook.

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