Chapter 8: Hands Off What's Mine

POV: Lucien Kael

"You want to make him jealous?" I whispered against her ear, feeling her whole body press into mine. She was getting warm again...too warm...Actually she was burning and her scent had changed. It became more intense, sweeter, and intoxicating. She was slipping into heat again....because of being close to me. This was not good...not here. I quickly looked round and I knew the wolves present had sniffed her already. She even caught the attention of the elder hosting the party. She looked like he had just sniffed heaven.

She didn’t say anything, she just let out a shaky breath as her fingers curled slightly into my chest, and she couldn't look up at me. But her ex...the idiot...was still staring at us from across the ballroom.

I turned, still holding Seraphina close. “Come on, cutie... I said louder, for him to hear. “Let’s dance.”

We danced slowly to the music, drawing attention. People wondering wich lucky lady was in my arms so affectionately. But I didn’t care. In fact, I wanted them to look. I saw Ayla sitting and staring at us....I knew she was not pleased. She rolled her eyes, stood up and left angrily.

“You’re Lucien Kael,” Damian said behind me, suddenly there again.

I stopped dancing, and slowly turned around. “You figured that out, huh?”

I left the dance floor with Seraphina in my hands as Damian followed.  He laughed, but it was hollow and nervous. “You’re...like, the Lucien Kael. the billionaire...the hotels...the tech firm...the clubs.”

“Correct, you saw it yourself when you checked online, didn't you?" I said.

He looked at Seraphina, then back at me. “And you’re her boyfriend?”

“Correct again.”

His smile twitched. “But how?”

“How what?”

“How would she...” He waved at her like she was a used pair of shoes. “...pull someone like you?”

Seraphina flinched beside me, but I moved closer....just enough to make him step back.

“Maybe because she’s not trash,” I said simply. “And maybe because I see what she really is...a beauty and damsel.”

Damian looked ready to explode. His eyes were red now, and his fists were clenched. “You think you’re better than everyone else just because you’re rich?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “I know I’m better than you.”

He couldn't accept it...then he tried to grab her hand with his hand to take her away. "We need to talk, Seraphina."

That was a very big mistake. How could he touch what's mine?

Seraphina gasped, stumbling back, her breathing pattern was getting irregular already. Her skin was flushed, and her legs were trembling. She was overheating again, too fast this time.

“Don’t touch her,” I growled, and before his hand even made it halfway, I grabbed his wrist and slammed him against the wall. The sound echoed, and people turned to look but then they quickly turned back, pretending they saw nothing. I held him there with one hand while the other hand was holding Seraphina, and his face twisted in pain.

“You lay another finger on her,” I said calmly, “and I’ll make sure you never use that hand again.”

He came closer, angrily. “She’s mine...you're just using her...someone like you can never be truly with someone like her."

“Was,” I corrected. “She’s not yours anymore and she never will be.”

Seraphina’s breathing worsened as her hand gripped my arm tightly. I looked down down at her.

She was sweating, trembling and her pupils were blown wide... Her lips parted and she was... sniffing me?

Damian and I blinked for some seconds, confused. Next thing, she pulled at my jacket, clumsily trying to unbutton my shirt.

Oh Shit!

I let go of Damian immediately and scooped her up in my arms. She clung to me with her face buried in my neck, inhaling me like I was oxygen.

Damian shouted something behind me, but I didn’t hear it. I was already moving fast through the ballroom, past the crowd and out the private exit. People were staring and might have thought she was sick and I was rushing her to get help.

Her heat was stronger than before. The scent was addictive and brainwashing. It was pulling me in, badly.

I found a small, locked lounge room upstairs and pushed the door open with my shoulder. It was quiet, the lights were dim, and it seemed private enough. I set her down gently on the couch but she clung to my shirt, whimpering softly. "Lucien..." she whispered, softly.

I looked at her...her cheeks were read, her eyes were seductive and her skin was shining with sweat. I was on a mission to watch her but this was very hard for me.

She pulled me down to her, looking into my eyes with those lustful eyes of her's. I held myself back, but her hands moved to my chest, trembling as they touched my shirt. She started unbuttoning me again, as one hand got into my chest and started caressing my nipples. 

My breathing got heavier, but my pride got in the way. This was my chance. “Cutie...if you  want me that bad, you'll have to beg me.” I whispered into her ears as I brought her face up using her chin.

She didn't answer me. She was too focused on touching me which was driving me crazy. But I held her hands together. “Tell me what you want, cutie...tell me you want me....”

She looked up at me like I was water and she was dying of thirst. “Please,” she whispered, barely able to talk. "Please, help me.."

"What do you want?"

"I want you...." she whimpered, touching herself now. I growled softly, pulling her close, one hand sliding up her thigh. My control finally slipped. I was ready to make her mine...claim her. Her body curved into mine as my lips brushed her collarbone. I could feel her heart beating like crazy.

But then her phone started ringing. It buzzed, again and again, from her purse on the floor. I tried to ignore it, but then my phone rang too. I stretched my hand to check who it was. I looked at Elder Alpha’s name 'Alpha George' staring at me. I answered impatiently. “How can I help you?”

"That girl with you..is she the human girl who doesn't know she is one of us...the omega?"

"Yes, she...is."

Seraphina was kissing me down my chest, when she moaned and giggled. I flinched at the sound.

“Lucien....are you....? You need to stop,”  Elder George said. “Right now.”

“She’s in heat, it's driving me crazy,” I said, my eyes still on her. “She needs relief, I do too.”

“Not from you,” he snapped. “You don’t understand. That girl… she’s not normal. You can’t mark or claim her. Don't touch her.”

“She’s mine,” I growled.

“No. She’s sacred, she needs to be pure. You mate her, you start a war.”

"But what if she isn't pure anymore." I insisted.

"As far as she hasn't mated after her first heat, she is 100% pure. That scent that is driving crazy proves it." He answered with a rough voice. "She is an extremely rare omega from royal bloodline."

"Understood." I said, then hung up without another word. My jaw clenched as I stepped back. She whimpered, reaching for me desperately.

“Cutie, Sorry...I can’t,” I whispered, more to myself than her.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Someone was hitting the door hard.

“Seraphina!” her cop partner's voice yelled out loud. “Are you in there?! Open up!”

I didn’t move...I was devastated.

CRACK. He kicked the door open, then his eyes locked on me...seeing my shirt her face red and looking like she wasn't herself.