Chapter 038

I didn’t see Draven for the rest of the morning.

Not that I was looking for him, at least, that’s what I kept telling myself as I paced around my room, still hearing his words echo in my head. Before I forget why I’m supposed to stay away from you.

The nerve of him. Acting like I was the problem, like I was some temptation he had to fight off instead of a person with thoughts and choices of her own. My pulse still stung with the memory of it, his nearness, his restraint, the crack in his voice that didn’t sound like the Draven everyone feared.

By the time I stepped out into the hall, the house had gone quiet. Most of the warriors were probably out training; the women were busy with their endless routines. I just needed air, space to think without walls pressing in.

I turned down a corridor I hadn’t explored before, passing a row of tall windows draped in sheer linen. The sunlight bled softly through, turning the dust in the air into tiny motes of gold. It was almost peaceful, until I realized I had no idea where I was going.

At the end of the hall stood a large oak door, carved with twisting symbols I didn’t recognize. Something about it drew me closer an old, quiet energy humming beneath the surface.

My curiosity won over the hesitation so I pushed the door open.

The scent hit first old parchment, wax, cedarwood. Then the sight: shelves stretching up to the ceiling, packed with books so ancient the air itself seemed to hum with their weight. A spiral staircase wound to a second level, sunlight falling through stained glass and scattering across the floor in red and gold fragments.

A library.

I stepped inside, the sound of my footsteps swallowed by quiet. For a moment, I forgot everything the bruises, Selene’s snide remarks, Draven’s cold words. Here, it was just me and the endless silence of old knowledge.

A large desk sat in the middle of the room, covered in scrolls, maps, and loose parchment. I reached out, tracing the edges of one. The handwriting was elegant, deliberate, and old. The page showed a crescent moon burning above water.

My stomach fluttered uneasily.

Words in ancient script sprawled beneath the drawing. I couldn’t read most of it, but the few that stood out made my pulse quicken. Moonborn… the chosen vessel… bloodline sealed by the old bond.

“What are you doing here, little wolf?”

The voice came from behind me smooth, deep, and edged with amusement.

I spun around, my heart kicking hard.

Daemon leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, eyes glinting like molten amber in the dim light. Unlike Draven’s contained coldness, Daemon carried a different kind of danger, one that will come out when you least expect it.

Like the quote before the storm.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” I said, my voice smaller than I meant it to be.

“That’s because you were too busy trespassing,” he replied easily, though there was no real bite in his tone. He pushed away from the door and strolled further into the room. His movements were slow, almost lazy, but there was an edge beneath that calm, something coiled and watchful.

“You do realize that. I do not need a lap dog on my tail every minute. Don’t you have something better to do with your time?,” I said rolling my eyes, though my fingers were still on the page.

He tilted his head slightly, gaze drifting to the open parchment. Choosing to ignore what I said, he spoke “interesting choice…….That book’s older than this mansion. Not many can even find this room, you know. But then again, you’re not most people, are you Rain?”

The way he said my name made it sound heavier somehow, as if it carried a meaning I didn’t yet know.

Daemon walked past me, his fingers brushing against a shelf as he passed. He sat down on one of the long leather couches near the center of the room, stretching his legs out like he had all the time in the world.

I swallowed. “Then how did I?”

A smirk ghosted across his lips. “That’s the question, isn’t it?”

He stood up and walked closer, each step unhurried but heavy, until he was standing just beside me. His scent, slipped into my lungs before I could stop it.

“You shouldn’t touch that,” he said softly, brushing his fingers against the page. “It holds more truth than most are ready to face.”

I looked up at him, refusing to step back. “Are you ready to face it?”

Daemon chuckled under his breath. “Darling, I live with the truth every day.”

Something flickered behind his eyes then something I couldn’t name, a mix of pity and warning.

“Go back to your room,” he said finally, voice lower now. “Before Draven realizes you’ve wandered somewhere you shouldn’t have.”

“You people should stop sending me back to my room every chance you get, it’s beginning to get on my nerves………and I’m not afraid of Draven,” I said, locking eyes with him.

His gaze lingered on me a beat longer than necessary, the corner of his mouth curving again, but this time it wasn’t amusement. It was something like… curiosity.

“I believe you,” he murmured. “That might be what makes you the most dangerous one of all.”

The air between us thickened, heavy and charged.

I didn’t dare move, not even when his breath ghosted against my neck. My heart stuttered painfully in my chest as I felt the heat of him, his presence swallowing the quiet space of the library.

“I can smell your arousal little wolf. It’s as if you become a waterfall anytime my brothers and I are near, practically begging us to fill every hole in your body.”

His words sent a shiver through me , half fear, half something I refused to name.

I took a shaky step back, but he only followed, close enough that I could feel the faint tremor of his breath against my skin.

“Daemon…” I breathed, his name leaving my lips before I could stop it.

He tilted his head, eyes dark with something primal, unreadable. “Can I touch you Rain? I want to touch you.”

“Yes…..yes.” I gasped as his breath fanned across my neck.

Daemon grips my waist, pulling me closer to him. “I hate how much you make me want to lose control.”

I couldn’t talk, my voice got stuck in my throat so instead I focused on his hand trailing the insides of my thigh.

“If you keep baring your neck to me this way, I swear to fucking god, I’m going to mark you and I don’t give a damn about Darius not Draven.”

“Please……please…just—“ I needed him closer, i needed outs skins to touch.

“Use your words little wolf, what do you want.” Daemon growled in my ear.

“You…..your fingers. I need your fingers inside me.”

“Tell me rain, have you ever been ginger fucked.” He asked, placing light kisses on my collar bone, inches down tot the top of my breast.

My brain slowly thought back to the moment I had with Draven at the garden, but decided that now wouldn’t be the best option to tell him what I did with his brother.

“No” I breathed.

“Good. Because now I’m going to make you cum with just my fingers.” Finally getting to my center, he shifts my underwear to the side.

“So fucking wet.” He murmurs in approval.

The sleeves of my dress drops to my ankle, exposing my garden nipples which he immediately takes into his mouth. A moan escapes me, as i threw my head back in eye blinding pleasure.

His finger slips between my fold teasing me.

“Daemon…….please.” I begged frustration laced my voiced. I drag my hand through his hair, pinning his face to my breast.

As a minute or two, he finally skids inside me, twisting his finger upward to hit that spot.

“Yes!….. right there!”

“You are so needy little wolf. Say the word and I’ll bend you over this table and fuck you good.” He groans, as his fingers pick up speed.

“Say the word Rain. I need to hear it.”

I couldn’t, I shouldn’t. But I want to! So I did. “Yes…..please take me right here, right now.”

Daemon groans in approval as he flips me over my stomach now pressed against the table.

I hear him struggle to unbuckle his pants with one hand, while the other is still fisting inside me.

In a minute he pulls out, when something thick aligns in my opening, I moan in pleasure waiting for him to finally thrust into me, just then cold air hits my bare ass, then a loud crashing came from across the the room.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?!” Darius’s angry voice drifts to me ears