Chapter 9: M*sturbating To Her Scent

Damon's POV

The moment I finished dropping my verdict, I turned to leave but as I did, I felt Danica’s eyes on me. Watching and scrutinizing me, her glare literally burning through my back, but I ignored her and proceeded toward the double doors. I was done with her troubles for today.

The heavy doors slammed open, then shut behind me with a loud thud the the sound echoing through the long corridor the moment I stepped out

I exhaled sharply, flexing my shoulders as I took the long walk toward my chambers.

The air around the corridor suddenly hot against my skin just too hot and suffocating and as I moved, I could still catch traces of her scent lingering in the air.

It sounded impossible, but it was there. Maybe she came around this area and maybe that was why I scented it in the courtroom earlier.

My jaw tightened at the thought while my boots echoed heavily against the marble floor. Guards stationed along the hallway lowered their heads respectfully as I passed, but I barely acknowledged them. My mind was somewhere else entirely.

Her.

That stubborn she wolf.

Finally, I reached my chambers and pushed the door open hard enough for it to slam against the wall.

Silence greeted me immediately. But in the next second, I smelled it.

Her scent.

In my f**king room.

“What the...”

My breath hitched sharply, my chest rising harder than normal as I shut the door behind me and stepped further inside, only to be surrounded by something that shouldn't have been there.

What the hell?!

The scent was everywhere. Thick. Warm and sweet. It wrapped around me so strongly it almost felt like she was standing somewhere inside the room watching me.

My heartbeat kicked harder against my chest.

No.

She wasn't here. I knew that for sure but why the hell did it feel that way?

“F**k...”

The cursed slip of of me involuntarily as I dragged a rough hand down my face in frustration, my fingers pressing hard against my jaw. This was getting out of hand. So bad that I was hallucinating her scent now.

Slowly, I reached for my clothes, fingers already moving to pull them off while trying not to think about her.

Heck, I needed air. Needed space. Really needed to get my head straight before my people started thinking their Alpha had finally gone insane.

However, the moment my hand dipped into the pocket of my robe, I felt something shift inside it.

My fingers froze instantly, my brows furrowing hard as I wondered what it was.

A second passed.Then slowly, I pulled it out.

It was none other than a small piece of cloth. Slightly crumpled from being hidden inside my pocket.

My breathing slowed for a second as I stared at it, confusion flashing across my face.

“What the hell is this...”

Then the scent hit me.

Sweet vanilla.

Stronger and sharper this time.

My breath caught instantly as realization clicked hard inside my head.

“Bloody hell!”

The words left my throat in a low growl coated with disbelief.

It was hers.

The she wolf.

I didn't need an oracle to tell me that.

Her scent was soaked deep into the fabric, stronger than before, more concentrated, like it had been pressed against her skin for hours.

My fingers tightened unconsciously around it as I tried to understand how it got into my pocket in the first place and only one thing came to mind.

She did this and it was a deliberate act.

Yes she has deliberately cut a piece of her cloth and put it on me.

That feisty little...

My jaw clenched immediately, the muscles ticking hard.

Hell, I didn't even know how she did it. Didn't know how she got that close to me without me noticing but it had to be earlier while I was talking to her.

The nerve.

No wonder I had been losing my f**king mind ever since.

But the thing that unsettled me more was the fact she didn't fear me. She didn't even hesitate. Didn't stop to think about what I would do if I found out.

A short breath escaped me, almost sounding like a laugh, but there was nothing controlled about it.

I already knew she was audacious, but this...

This was madness.

My eyes stayed fixed on the cloth while my thumb rubbed against the soft fabric unconsciously. I should have thrown it away immediately. Burned it even but Instead, I found my grip tightening around it because strangely... I wasn't angry.

Of course I should have been pissed. Furious even. But instead, I found the whole thing thrilling and before I could stop myself, I lifted the cloth closer to my face.

The scent hit me fully this time.

My eyes shut instantly from the force of it, my breathing turning heavier as my senses kicked into overdrive. Rowan surged forward again, but unlike before, he wasn't fighting me.

He settled.

Like this was exactly what he wanted.

*Mine...*

A low satisfied sound escaped my throat before I could stop it, my shoulders easing slightly as that constant pressure inside me loosened for the first time today.

But it didn't leave me empty. If anything, it only made the heat inside me worse and I felt my c*ck stirr harder, the ache turning heavier with every inhale I took.

I cursed under my breath, gripping the cloth tighter.

This was insane.

I wasn't some reckless man who lost control easily. I had discipline. Control and Restraint.

Yet somehow, this woman kept tearing through every single one of them without even trying.

“F**k...”

Before I could stop myself, my hand slipped past the waistband of my pants.

I sucked in a rough breath the moment my fingers wrapped around my shaft. Already hard. Already throbbing heavily against my palm.

My head tilted slightly as another inhale filled my lungs, her scent clouding every thought in my head.

Slowly, I stroked myself once then again as a wild sensation filled me.

"God..."

My grip tightened harder around the cloth while my other hand moved faster, rougher.

“F**k... this isn’t right...”

The words echoed in my head, but there was no force behind them anymore. No resistance.

If anything, I only stroked myself harder.

The room felt hot around me now, the air thick and suffocating as my breathing turned uneven. Every inhale carried more of her scent into me and each one made the pressure inside my body worse.

My chest rose sharply.

My jaw clenched painfully tight.

And I could picture her clearly now.

Her face. Her stubborn mouth.

Those defiant eyes staring at me like she wasn't afraid of what I could become.

Each image of her made my hand move faster and a strained sound escaped me as I leaned back slightly against the desk behind me, my fingers gripping the edge hard enough for the wood to creak.

“F**k...”

The pleasure hit harder than it should have. Wild and rough, dragging my body tighter with every stroke and the more I pictured her, the worse it became.

I continued moving my pace increasing as I felt myself drawing close and faster my hand moved the rougher my breathing sounded inside the room.

My body reeled with the wild sensation, heat spreading heavily through my stomach and chest while tension pulled tighter inside me.

I should stop.

Selene I knew I should.

But hell I couldn't bring myself to. Not when her scent was wrapped around me like this. Not when Rowan was practically purring inside me.

My thighs tightened slightly, my hand pumping harder as pressure coiling low in my stomach coiled even more and then suddenly it snapped.

A rough groan tore from my throat as release hit me hard, my body jerking sharply from the force of it.

For a second, all I could hear was my own breathing. Heavy uneven and rough.

My chest rose and fell while I stared down at my hand, my eyes widening slightly in disbelief.

I had never done this before.

Never lost control this badly over anyone.

I was a decent man. Controlled and disciplined when it comes to things like this but f**k decency when it came to her.

That crazy she wolf was turning me into something reckless. Something dirty.

And the worst part?

Even that wasn't enough.

Because standing there with her scent still wrapped around me, my pulse still racing hard beneath my skin, I knew I it was enough.

Selene help me because I wanted more....