Four

Harper's POV

“Of course, no one would know about this. It is going to be our dirty secret.”

The room felt smaller than it had moments ago. Damon's words that hung in the air were as warm as his breath felt against my ear.

Our dirty secret.

That should feel disgusting to me, he was my stepbrother for goodness sake and I wasn't allowed to be touched by anyone. But my body betrayed me as a flush crept up my neck, heat pooling in places I was too ashamed to acknowledge. 

This man just claimed the Alpha title at the cost of my freedom and yet here I was, getting this tingly feeling by just pressing my legs against his.

I wanted to pull away. I wanted to call him out for the creep that he was. But his arm suddenly tightened around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer.

Damon pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, his gaze was intense as he stared into soul. 

"Wh...what are you talking about? What dirty secret?" I murmured even though I was glaring at him, my body language was not matching the verbal one.

"Ours, of course. No one else would know." His hand slid up my back and his fingers traced my spine, the sparks his touch ignited made me gasp softly. 

I could feel even my wolf become excited.

Harper, what the hell is wrong with you?

"Damon, we can't.... this is wrong," I mumbled but my protest sounded weak, even to me. My hands were fisted in his shirt, holding him close instead of pushing him away.

Gosh, you are so shameless, Harp.

Damon's lips curved in a smirk, a smirk that was sexy as fuck, he knew exactly what he was doing and the effect he had on me.

"Why? Because of the ritual? Or because I'm your stepbrother?" His voice was deep and husky at the same time. Was there even anything about this man that wasn't sexy?

He leaned in, and I shuddered visibly as his lips brushed my temple. "Tell me, Harper." Oh fuck, my name coming out of his mouth sounded like heaven. I've never being affected by someone saying my name this much.

"What?" It barely came out as a whisper from me.

"That you don't feel this pull between us. Just tell me and I'll stop."

I swallowed hard and my breath hitched as his thumb circled my back. "I... I do feel it. But that's the problem, if anyone finds out----"

"No one will." Damon cut me off and when his mouth captured mine in a kiss, it was anything but gentle. It was urgent, demanding and it stole my breath away. His tongue teased me as he explored my mouth, tasting it as if he had been starving for this. 

Fuck, he tasted so good. A mixture of peppermint, cigarette and passion.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and dung my hands into his jet black hair, combing through it.

He released a low growl from his throat, the sound sending a thrill through me and making me wet down there. His hand slipped under my shirt and the moment he touched my bare skin, I released a low moan. "Fuck, Harper, you're driving me crazy," he muttered against my lips.

I arched into him and a moan escaped my throat again. "Damon.... please...."

"Please what?" He nipped at my lower lip before soothing it with his tongue, then he trailed open mouth kisses down my neck. "Tell me what you want, baby."

"I don't know," I gasped and my nails dug into his shoulders as he sucked at my neck. Pleasure shot through me and I felt my wet core clench. "Just... just don't stop. Please."

He chuckled darkly and rolled us so I was beneath him, his weight pinning me to the mattress. His hand hooked under my thigh and hitched my leg around his waist. I felt his erection pressing against me, and my body grinded into him, reaching before I could control it.

"You're so wet for me," he whispered as his fingers dipped lower, cupping me through my panties. I whimpered and bucked against him.

I was about to lose my mind from the amount of pleasure I was feeling, and we hadn't even had sex yet. He started rubbing my pussy through my panties and I released a loud moan. The pleasure coiled tight in my belly as I subconsciously thrusted my hips towards his hand. 

"Fuck, Damon. Please just---"

I could barely finish my sentence when I felt his tongue on my clit. 

And then something shifted and a faint, familiar scent hit me.

Earthy, pine, metallic. It was too familiar.

It smelled like Tristan. 

My eyes flew open and the haze of pleasure shattered. I pushed at his chest immediately, "Wait. Stop!"

Damon froze and lifted his head, his brows were now furrowed in confusion. "Harper? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

I scrambled back against the headboard and stared at Damon with my eyes widened in shock. And confusion.

Why the hell did I just get Tristan scent on Damon?

Tristan was already dead before he came into town and there was no way they could have met before he died.

Oh, fuck. Did he kill him???

"Hello?" He sounded impatient more than confused now.

The mating. He needed a mateless wolf as a sacrifice to become Alpha. 

He needed to make me mateless. 

The voice of the police saying someone with a higher position than a rogue killed Tristan, rang through my head again.

Damon killed Tristan.

Without looking at him, I said, "I...I don't think.... I don't think we should be doing this.... it's dangerous." And I flung myself off his bed and sped out of his room.

I continued running not minding where I was headed, I just had to get away from Damon. And then I heard someone calling my name from behind me.

It wasn't Damon. Of course, he didn't chase after me.

"Glynn?" I called out when I saw her face become visible under the moonlight.

"What the hell, Harp?! I've been screaming your name!" Glynndon looked visibly pissed.

I stared at her, confused, "What are you doing here?"

"I think that's my line, Harp."

"Huh?"

"Or should I rephrase the question?" Glynndon crossed her arms across her chest, she only did that when she was about to confront someone. "What were you doing in Alpha Damon's room??" 

Oh my god.