The Blessed And The Beast

Chapter 184

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.

myself,” I whispered, suddenly feeling inadequate. Damien didn’t need to say it for me to know what was happening in his head. It was the same thing Killian said when he saw me walking around without bodyguards, that I was an easy target, weak

down a full-blooded Lycan with my

“I don’t doubt that.”

did. Even my men had taken a while to come around to the idea of

spot here and wouldn’t

comfortable between us as I cut up the meat and placed it in the pot with the vegetables and potatoes Diego had, hopefully, purchased in town. His slippery little fingers were good for saving money, but we

money in the bank than

water we kept on the edge of the camp, I sat back down

even felt him press his thigh against mine a few times, but he

Charlie?” I whispered, wanting to break the silence but keep the comfort between us. The last thing I

His head tipped to the side as

tongue so beautifully that I wanted to ask him to

choked out, pushing at one of the rocks surrounding the fire pit with the toe of my

and I bit my lip

I admitted, turning to stare at him. His beard had grown longer over the

wasn’t extreme. Damien kept it trimmed, and it looked incredible on him. It was slightly lighter than his jet-black hair and made him look dangerous.” You refuse to accept that we are mates or

he could so easily dismiss it. “I feel drawn to you, Charlotte. More than

happy that he felt a bond with me, but hearing him admit that he had been with other women was hard to swallow. It wasn’t even singular;

hearing that,” Damien said, his eyes narrowed. His tone sounded confused and curious, and I knew it was because he expected that I had been with other men. Lycans were very intimate creatures; most had been with several different partners before hitting their twenties, let alone finding their mates. Instead of addressing it, he avoided that conversation altogether. We weren’t there yet. “The pull toward you is

dropped from his bent knees in front of him, and he trailed his finger up my thigh. Goosebumps followed his touch, and sparks shot through

I agreed with

low growl as his hand flattened against the top of my thigh, his fingers curling around to slide between my legs but staying

challenging me. I knew it, but I still fell for his trap anyway. I was furious that he had been with other women when I had been

belonged to me, and I belonged to him. Other women needed to stay away from him, and if

before I could think rationally. Damien let his legs slide out in front

a matter of time. I can be patient. But if you want someone to

of you, I’m the only one you should be coming to.” My hand trailed down his chest, and his body shook. I wanted to brand him, mark him… claim

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