CHAPTER 6: GOING FOR THE CORONATION

SORAYA’S POV

I knew I was walking into madness the moment I signed that contract.

A contract marriage with my ex-mate’s stepfather… no sane woman would agree to that, right?

But sanity had stopped guiding me the moment Damon Sterling looked at me with those dangerous green eyes, eyes that stripped me bare without touching me, eyes that whispered promises I wasn’t supposed to want.

I shouldn’t have accepted, right? No one had ever done that!

I shouldn’t have stepped into the car with him that day he claimed me as his wife.

I shouldn’t have let him wrap his voice around me like silk dipped in poison.

But what choice did I have when the man looked like sin sculpted into flesh… and spoke like temptation’s first language?

And the best part , or the worst,  was the promise he made without blinking:

“Be my bedroom bully, and everything I own will be yours.” who even skad that except Damon Sterling?

But he  said it while driving me toward the massive mansion that now felt like a trap made of gold anyway.

He said it like offering himself was a casual thing, like he didn’t know his words crawled under my skin and stayed there.

And the worst part was, I didn’t even know him apart of the rumours. He was a complete stranger to me. But here I was, all over his as if my life depended on that. And I was enjoying every moment with him.

I was still replaying everything when his fingers sank deep inside me.

“Aah...!” The sound escaped me before I could stop it, my back arching off the bed.

Damon’s breath brushed my ear as he lowered his voice, slow and sinful.

“You like that… I can feel how wet you are, little wolf.”

My legs trembled, the heat between them embarrassing and addictive. Every movement of his fingers made my breath break, my thoughts scatter. His body pressed against my side, warm and impossibly firm.

“You’re sweet,” he murmured, nibbling the edge of my ear. “Sweet and tight… everything a man wants.”

A shiver ripped through me. How did he make a whisper feel like he owned every inch of me?

He shifted lower, lips brushing my neck, tongue flicking my collarbone, each touch stealing another gasp from me.

“Does it feel good?” he asked, voice dripping with wicked pride as he sucked my nipple into his mouth.

“Y-Yes…” The word trembled out, barely louder than breath.

“Say it louder,” he ordered against my skin, that dominant tone making something in me snap with need. “Let me hear you.”

My moan choked in my throat as he licked a slow line up my chest.

“Or,” he added, suddenly pulling his fingers from me.

The loss made my whole body jerk in protest.

“Or what?” My heart raced in panic, my legs clamping shut instinctively.

He sat up, moving back as if preparing to walk away.

“Or I will go.”

My breath died. He wouldn’t… would he?

“N-No! Don’t go!” The desperation in my voice surprised even me. Tears stung my eyes from the sharp pain of a ruined release.

His smirk was pure arrogance and devastatingly sexy.

“Then say what you want.”

My thighs trembled as I spread them again, heat rushing to my face. He watched me like a hunter watching prey present itself willingly. How could a man look so dangerously beautiful?

“Say it,” he breathed.

“I… I want…”

“Daddy?” he finished for me, eyes gleaming with dark delight.

A punch of heat hit me so hard my head rolled back.

He leaned down, kissing the inside of my thigh while his hand slid up between them again.

“Call me daddy,” he growled, brushing his knuckles over my swollen folds.

I was already a mess, my breath shaking, my fingers gripping the sheets. How was I supposed to resist him?

“I… want you, Daddy,” I whispered.

The words unleashed him.

He moved between my legs like a predator finally allowed to feast, and the next second his entire length pushed into me, stretching me wide, filling me to the brink.

I cried out, my voice raw and wet as pleasure shot up my spine.

His tattoo, the massive dragon curling across his back, flexed as he gripped my thighs and pulled me closer, pushing even deeper.

“You’re mine,” he growled into my neck, his thrusts hitting exactly where I needed. “Always mine, Soraya.”

The room filled with the sound of skin slamming, our mixed moans, his deep growls vibrating against my throat. Damon moved like a man starved, like claiming me was the only thing keeping his heart beating.

And I… I let him.

I clung to him, shaking, crying out his name as he pounded into me until all I knew was him, his scent, his strength, his voice whispering filth that made something forbidden bloom inside me.

He was fifthly sexy

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“We’re going to the coronation of Alpha Dorian’s new Luna.”

His voice ripped me out of sleep so abruptly that my eyes snapped open.

The exhaustion from the night… and the night before that… evaporated.

“W-What? No! Absolutely not!” I scrambled to sit up, clutching the duvet to my chest.

Damon stood near the window, shirtless, sunlight carving his chest into temptation.

He didn’t look at me when he spoke.

“Do you want revenge?”

My lips parted. I hadn’t expected him to say it so plainly.

I nodded slowly.

“Then get dressed. We leave in an hour.”

And just like that, he walked away.

I stared at the doorway, heat crawling up my neck.

How could a man be so annoyingly sexy and infuriating at the same time?

My heart kept replaying flashes from last night,  his dragon tattoo, the way he said my name, the way he made me forget the pain, the need Dorian left in me for years.

“Damn it,” I muttered, trying to control my blush. “This is only for revenge.”

The shower didn’t help. Hot water hit my skin and every nerve remembered his hands, his voice, his scent. I hated how alive he made me feel… how seen.

After wrapping a towel around myself, I walked out, only to freeze.

Two maids were waiting with boxes.

“Alpha Damon instructed us to dress you for the coronation,” one said softly.

“No. I can do it myself,” I replied quickly, taking the box from her.

“But miss...”

“I said I’ll be fine.”

The older maid swallowed her words. The younger one nodded politely.

“If you need help, we’ll be outside.”

When they left, silence flooded the room and reality hit in.

My throat tightened.

What would people say? That I left my husband for his stepfather?

That I ran into the arms of a man who didn’t care about his wife and who had abandoned her dead body?

That I was desperate? Pathetic? Stupid orphan omega?

I shook my head hard.

I didn’t want to face Dorian.

I didn’t want to see Elara.

I didn’t want to see the pack members staring at me like I was filth.

But Dorian deserved it after what he did to me, right?

I dropped the towel, ready to open the box when the door burst open.

My pulse stopped.

“W-What are you...?”

“I heard you refused the maids,” Damon said, stepping inside as if the room belonged to him.

The air changed entirely.

His deep voice vibrated along my spine.

His eyes dragged over my naked body slowly and possessively like he was memorizing every inch.

“I’m fine,” I stammered, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You’re not,” he replied without hesitation. “And don’t act shy around me. I’ve seen everything.”

Heat blasted through me, embarrassing and intoxicating.

He walked closer, each slow step making my knees weaker.

“You refused their help,” he continued, stopping right in front of me. “So I’ll help you myself.”

“This is wrong,” I whispered, backing up until my spine hit the wall. “You’re intruding on my privacy.”

His hand slid to my waist, warm and firm.

“And who,” he murmured, leaning in, breath brushing my lips, “said there is privacy… between husband and wife little wolf?”