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Deal
Verena’s POV
The splash of hot wind splash over my body. It’s warm and cozy.
It is warm that I bury my face in the pillow and moan softly at the welcoming embrace. In an instant, it feels as if I’m hugging my favorite teddy bear from Sister Ina.
I burrow further into the warmness of the pillow, inhaling deeply and engraving every detail to memory.
Then I pause when I notice something hard against my head. In fact, the firm surface is glued to my whole body. A pillow isn’t supposed to feel like steel.
Slowly, I open my eyes. The moment I understand the situation, a wordless gasp spills from my lips.
Turns out, the pillow isn’t a pillow, after all, and I am, in fact, cocooned in Damon’s arms.
I tilt my chin up to catch a glimpse of his sleeping face. The hard lines of his jaw are shadowed by the early morning light slipping through the window.
His lashes are quite thick, and so are his brows. I have an undeniable compulsion pushing me to touch them, just to see how they feel.
As I lift my hand, he tightens his arm on my middle. It’s the same arm he threw over me last night, and he hasn’t changed his position, not even an inch. I’m the one who turned in his direction and practically hugged him back.
We made a deal to sleep together in piece and in return he will let me to the library in the pack to research about the Unknowns.
My hand paused infront of his glorious face.
Something hard and massive stabs the bottom of my belly. At first, I think there’s an object between us, so I move my stomach up and down, but the ‘object’ grows in size.
Holy shit.
It’s his…dick.
And it’s erect and huge. I didn’t imagine anyone could be this thick and huge. God almost blessed this man perfectly.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.
My hand swifts the air travelling from his face down to his belly. I reached to poke his fully clothed member with my finger. I continued poking as my fascination grew. It’s getting bigger and bigger as I poke the thing.
“Jesus Christ, what do you think you’re doing Kinzhe?”
I come to a halt, my breath catching, and a cold sweat breaks out all over my skin.
Icy blue eyes clash with mine, and I have nowhere to go or hide. All I can do is remain here, motionless.
“Sorry what?” I simply acted to yawn and act sleepy all of a sudden.
“You were poking my dick…” The husky timbre of his sleepy voice heated my nape.
“I… I was not, sorry I tend to do unreasonable things when I’m asleep.”
“Unreasonable things such as poking an erect dick while you’re asleep? Hmm… seems like your fingers are made for this.”
His large hand flexes on my hip, and I can almost feel his skin sinking so deeply into me that I couldn’t shake it off even if I wanted to.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to.” My croak voice resounded.
“Is your fingers made for poking erect dicks Kinzhe?” The sadistic and thickness in his voice feels like a merciful tone for me.
“N-no why would it be.” I said matter of factly.
“So what is it then? You were doing it intentionally?”
My cheeks heat, and I start to lower my head. In a flash, he lifts my chin with his index and middle fingers. This time, I have no escape from the cold depths of his punishing gaze.
“You’re doing it on purpose aren’t you? You like that, being a fucking tease.” The edge beneath his words leaves me breathless. It’s almost as if he knows the exact corner he’s driven me to and is now coming for the knockout.
“No.” My voice is barely a whisper, but it’s calm and collected-nothing of the nervousness from earlier, as if I actually believe my words.
“I hoped you somehow enjoyed it so you’ll stop fucking making an idle plan to escape and just fucking focus ’til the next morning when you’ll be poking my dick again like it’s your squish toy.”
“It’s an accident.”
“You think I’ll believe that?”
“I hope so.”
“Well I don’t.”
My heart lunges from his insistent voice. I hate to admit that this guys is having effects on me. Like a little rash that once fed will automatically grow.
Damon released me and rolled to the other side of the bed.
“We’ll visit the headquarters.”
“For what?” I asked.
“Matters regarding the attack last night and especially breakfast.”
“I thought I’m gonna be free for the rest of the day?” The disappointment in my voice rushed from the tip of my tongue.
A knock on the door startles me, then Damien’s voice follows, “Hey Damon, Alpha is asking for you and Verena’s presence at once over breakfast.”
“Yeah we will, now get lost Damien.” Damon muttered nonchalantly.
I sighed disappointedly.
“Fuck, I think the deal will be done tomorrow Kinzhe.”
“But I can fit a 30 minutes research in this day right?”
“Yeah sure baby, we’ll make it fit.” He said reassuring me.
Researching is the last thing I’ll do to aid the boredom in my system. I’ll gladly accept my fate from a very old world system book Damon is talking about last night. He said it’ll be more fun if I’ll find it out on my own rather than getting him to talk shallow things.
“Why would you parents invite us to breakfast? Are they notified about the happenings last night?”
“Pretty much so.”
“Should I be scared?”
He gave me a weary look then came his usual stubborn and cold features.
“Why would you be?” He asked while buttoning the new pair of polo shirt.
“Because of the mark and the fact that fates concluded I’m the destroyer?” The sarcasm in my tone didn’t create a very pleasant gaze from Damon.
“You’re not and we’re not sure. Who knows if the princess of divination really existed.”
I frowned. “You told me so.”
“It doesn’t mean that they’ve marked you as the divination means that you’re actually the destroyer Kinzhe.” He answered still giving me the flat look.
I cleared my throat. “And if I am? Am I going to die or kill everyone?”
“You’ll never be the destroyer Kinzhe.” His eyes softened.
That stupid pet name makes my heart flutter everytime.
“And if you are. The only thing you’ll destroy is me if you ever managed to escape from my fingertips.” There’s the hint of sharpness in his voice.
I still can’t apprehend his possessiveness all of the sudden after drinking my blood but it excites my system. I guess this is what he was referring to as a blood linkage.