CELESTEI couldn't sleep all night. It wasn't the heat that had returned once again, making it impossible to think about anything except satisfying myself; it was due to Damon's lips on mine.I had thought of the kiss all night and what it might have led to if I hadn't put a stop to it. Well, I didn't technically put a stop to it; Damon did.If he hadn't, I might be in his room right now, perhaps naked. Or maybe not.He seemed to have better self-control than I did even though it seemed like he was losing control himself.My thoughts snapped back to the present as I heard footsteps.I paced the room, looking out of the window every minute. What was I trying to fish out? I couldn't tell, but there was no way I was going out of the room.I couldn't bear the thought of leaving the room and encountering Damon. That was the last thing on my mind right now. I didn't want to be in his presence, having nasty thoughts about last night.Even if I had prepared my mind not to have it, it was almo
CELESTEDamon let go of my lips only when breathing became necessary.I took in two huge gulps of air, my cheeks heating up.I shifted in his leg, grimacing as I felt the bulge once more. It had become even more prominent.“I need to,” I began to say, but he cut me off, placing a finger on my lips.I swallowed, staring at him. Damon's fingers caressed my lips.I shuddered as a shiver ran down my spine.“You've got the softest lips ever,” he murmured.That was the last thing I expected to hear from him. I mean, he could say anything. Talk about his injury, his fight with Alpha Kieran, just anything…but he settled on my lips.I didn't know how to feel about that.Damon cupped my face, causing me to stare into his eyes.Silence settled between us. It was comfortable, yet at the same time, it made me feel uneasy.It was comfortable because I felt safe in his presence, but the uneasiness was due to his lingering gaze on me.“Um…” I whispered, my tongue peeked out to lick my lower lip.“I s
CELESTEImmediately, Damon left the room; I left the bathroom as well. I felt better. Although the heat was still there, it wasn't as awful as before.When Damon left, everything seemed to go. I wondered if it was his scent that had made me react that way in the first place.I shook my head. No. It shouldn't be.But there was nothing else that could have triggered that response. I had seen people in heat lots of times, and they never acted like they were sex starved and needed to be desperately touched when a man they fancied was near them.I stared at the clock on the wall as the second hand ticked. It was almost midnight.Damon had left the room to attend to something important, as he said. I couldn't help but wonder what it was.It was too late for anyone to be out during this hour, except that he was asked to be on patrol, which I doubted.There were enough warriors in here to do that.I glanced at the door, contemplating whether I should stay or leave. He wanted me to stay.But I
DAMON POV“No, no,” Celeste shook her head. Her eyes were wide in surprise. “I can't be in heat.”“Why not? Werewolves have heat just like the lycans.” I pointed out.“I'm not sexually active,” she whispered, her cheeks going red.“Doesn't matter. You're of age,” I said to her. I stared at her longer, trying to guess how old she could be. I hadn't thought of how old she might be until now.I didn't have a reasonable guess in my head because she looked younger than most eighteen-year-olds I had seen. But yes, Celeste was of age.She had been pregnant. She had engaged in sex for that to happen.She was in heat and sexually receptive once more. And she had met with that bastard who had taken advantage of her.Celeste swallowed. She stared at her hands, her cheeks going even redder. “I thought it was the whiskey. Now this is so embarrassing.” She whispered.“It's nothing to be embarrassed about,” I pointed out.She shot me a quick, sharp glance, looking away again. “You're not the one fee
CELESTEFor a brief second, a deafening silence enveloped the room. I became instantly aware of my surroundings and Damon.I grimaced, staring anywhere but at Damon. I couldn't tell which I was more embarrassed about. The fact that I had burst out in his presence in that manner, or his silence.Even though I never expected him to say anything, I never expected him to stare at me in that manner either.Yet, I didn't regret what I said. I was done living. Maybe if the goddess saw my will to die, she would eventually finish me off when the time arises, rather than trying to give me a second chance.I was done with second chances because, to be honest, this world wasn't worth living in.“And when you die, what becomes of me?”My gaze flickered to Damon. “What becomes of you?” I asked with a frown.I wouldn't know. Perhaps a little happier because no one would hold him accountable anymore.No one would be furious with him for bringing a werewolf into a pack filled with lycans or allowing t
DAMONI moved Celeste into my room as she continued to cry. The hallway wasn't the best spot to stand.Anyone would come, and I doubted she wanted people to see her in this state.“Here's water,” I said, handing her a glass filled with water.“Thank you,” she whispered, taking a sip.Celeste sniffed, wiping at the dried tears on her cheek.She bit her lower lip, shaking her head. Cupping her hands across the cup, she stared briefly at me before glancing away. “I am sorry for acting that way. I ruined your shirt.”She nodded towards the shirt I set aside on the bed.I didn't care if it was ruined. This wasn't the first time either. The last time I had comforted her after finding her in the forest, she had cried all over me, snorts and all.Compared to that, this was little.“Do you want to talk about it? What happened?” I questions.She bit on her lower lip once more.I grimaced, glancing away. I hated it when she did that. My body often reacted to it. No matter how she did it.She was