06: Kiss me harder, damien

Ria's POV.

I shoved the thought aside, we just met and it was way too early to start assuming the worst. I decided to enjoy the moment for now.

So, I fell on my bed, and just stayed there for a while, taking nice breaths of relief.

I was enjoying myself, when I heard a knock on the door. I sat up, and said, "come in."

Just then, a young and beautiful girl walked in. She looked like she was in her early twenties. She folded her hands in front of her, and moved closer.

"Good day, ma'am. My name is Amaya, and I'd be your personal maid from now on." She said in a really sweet tone. I stood up to shake her hand.

"Thank you, Amaya. I am Ria, the new Luna of this pack," I replied. As I said that, I felt a strange feeling of pride.

Just yesterday, I was a maid and an omega. And today? I was someone's Luna. Not just anyone, but my ex boyfriend's uncle. I liked the thought of it a lot.

It was fascinating.

Anyway, I smiled and asked her what was next for me to do.

"There's not a lot to do. I haven't gotten the order from the alpha to bring anything to you. So, for now, you can just freshen up." Amaya said, as she pointed to the bathroom.

I nodded and watched her leave, before I pushed myself off the bed and I started removing my clothes, piece after piece.

I was taking my time, as I had a lot going on in my head.

Finally, I was fully naked. I checked around for a towel but I couldn't see any. I went to the bathroom to check and I was relieved to see a pile of white towels there.

I shut the door after myself, and turned the shower on. The water felt cold against my skin, making me shiver a little.

But then, I started laughing. I didn't know why but I didn't stop until I was done scrubbing my body with the new sponge and soap I found there.

By the time I was done washing my body, I felt... relieved and better. At the same time, my tummy dropped a little out of sadness. Everything was becoming true so fast.

The years I had spent with Alex were just...gone.

Washing my body felt like I was washing him away and washing every memory that we had shared, both the good and the bad ones.

I wasn't sure if that was a good thing.

I was still deep in my thoughts, when I heard my room's door creak.

"Amaya?" The name came out of my mouth before I could stop it. I quickly grabbed my towel, and wrapped it around my wet body.

Amaya hadn't responded. Maybe she left?

Gripping the door knob, I twisted it and walked outside, shivering a little as the cold air brushed against my sensitive skin.

"Amaya, you-" I started saying, but stopped.

I stopped in my tracks, I couldn't move.

Amaya wasn't the one that entered my room, it was Damien. As he faced me, his eyes were squinted. Slowly, they roamed around my body, making heat rise in my body. The cold was suddenly cold.

His eyes continued roaming around my body, moving up and down, until they finally stopped at the swell of my boobs that could be seen through the towel that I just realised was too small to cover my body fully.

"Wh...what are you doing here?" I stuttered and tried to avert my gaze from him, but I couldn't. My eyes were fixed on him, taking every facial expression that he had as he stared at my body, in.

Then, slowly but finally, a small smile broke through his lips as he started making his way towards me. Even though we were several steps away from each other, his body met mine in two steps.

The heart radiating from his body hit me, making me stagger backwards a little. His scent, oh fuck, his scent. His scent clouded my head...and my thoughts. It was a mixture of an expensive cologne and mint. It smelled so good, so masculine and so...Damien.

"So, tell me," he started saying, as he released his hands from his chest, and gripped my wet shoulders. I shook a little but maintained my composure. "How are you? I came to check on my future wife, remember?" He said, and chuckled.

I watched as his chest rose and fell a little as he chuckled even more. Without realising, I licked my bottom lip and swallowed.

It seemed he had noticed that, as the small smile on his face suddenly disappeared and his eyes got dark.

"Do that again." He ordered, as his grip became harder. I raised my head to meet his eyes and licked my bottom lip again, this time slower.

His eyes got dark again, making me feel weirdly confident. I smiled inwardly, and released my hands from my towel.

I placed my hands on his chest, and gasped at how hard it was. It felt like a wall, a hard wall.

Slowly, I started running my hands through his hard chest. I didn't know why but I started enjoying it, forgetting the fact that he was watching me.

"Wow," I chuckled to myself and continued, until my wrist was grabbed and held in place.

"I can see you like playing, but I don't." He said, while staring deep into my eyes. My heart had skipped so I quickly nodded and begged with my eyes to let my hand go.

But he didn't.

We just continued staring into each other's eyes. I couldn't take the intensity so I started struggling a little, but it was making the grip even harder, with his eyes still not leaving mine.

I continued struggling, until the worst thing happened.

My towel slipped off my body. Panic surged through me, as I watched the towel on the ground.

I was stark naked in front of Damien!

I couldn't even pick it up because he was holding me in place.

Then, I saw it. I saw how his eyes got dark again, as he tilted his head to look at my body.

My skin felt so cold, and I felt awkward under his gaze. His eyes roamed around my body, before they stopped at my breasts.

"Stand straight!" He ordered and reluctantly, I stood straight but it was hard as my legs wobbled under me for a second.

"Oh, fuck," he slowly said, as he finally dropped my wrist. I bent down to pick my towel and wrap it around my body, but his hands were faster than mine.

He grabbed the towel and threw it at the other side of the room.

My eyes widened, and I parted my lips to say something. But I couldn't, not because I didn't want to, but because Damien moved even closer.

He scanned me with his eyes for a few seconds, before grabbing my neck, and slamming his lips against mine.

Oh God.