“Stop it” I tell her as arousal floods into me from her. Damien sniffs the air, my arousal flooding the room embarrassingly from the steam. Damien steps in, his hands going to my hips and I shove them off, stepping away from him. He grabs my hand and places it on his chest as he steps under the water. I run my fingers down his chest and over the hard muscled lines of his abs.
Damien chuckles before pulling me closer against him. His hand runs over my breasts as he palms it. His lips go to my neck as he sucks on my mark, making me push myself against him as pleasure rolls over me. Layla purrs loudly in my head and I realise it is her arousal hitting me and I force myself back. Damien groans loudly, trying to tug me back to him, but I push him away.
“You’ll give in,” He says, chuckling.
“Not likely anytime soon” I tell him, his hand going to my hip and I turn around when he presses his chest into my back pulling me against him and I can feel his erection digging into my back.
“You seem so sure, but you’re forgetting something” He growls below my ear before sucking on my mark making me moan loudly, my hands going to my mouth in shock from my reaction to him, so tightly pressed against me.
“And what is that?” I murmur as he continues to assault my neck with his lips before he sucks my earlobe in his mouth, his teeth grazing, and I feel my stomach tighten and my core pulsating. He chuckles and I feel it rumble through his chest against my back.
“You will go into heat soon; we are both marked now” He says, and his words sink into me like he just chucked a bucket of ice water over me. I step away from him, instantly missing the contact of his skin.
“No” I gasp. Damien’s face lights up as he smirks.
“I’m surprised you haven’t already, but you will soon. Your scent is getting a lot stronger, addictive” He says, taking a deep breath, a sly smile on his lips.
I stared at him, anger boiling at his words. I wouldn’t have to worry about going into heat if he hadn't marked me.
“Don’t be cranky, it’s a good thing” He tells me.
“Yeah, for you it is, I don’t want to complete the mating process. Not after everything, definitely not now”
Damien looked down at me sadly. “I told you I was sorry, Lily. What more can I say?”
“Yeah, until next time and your mother turns up, then what? You're going to kill me next time,” I spat at him before storming out of the bathroom.
I heard him sigh and switch the water off. Drying myself, I got dressed. Damien walked out, his eyes going straight to my shorts. He growls low but doesn’t say anything before going and getting changed himself. Walking downstairs, I take the tray into the kitchen when I hear the doorbell. Damien answers it, and it is Trey and Tatum.
Walking out, I say hello and we all follow Damien back into the kitchen where he opens a door. The draft hitting us in the face the moment he opened it. The air was thick with the smell of dust and paint. Damien reaches in flicking a light on which lit the stairs up. When he said it was full, he wasn’t lying.
Once down the bottom of the stairs he passed boxes up which we stacked on the kitchen counter and table. After about half an hour Damien had enough room to get to the back where he stored the paint and Tatum went down to help him. Trey and I waited in the kitchen with Natalia. I noticed Natalia eyeing one of the boxes, which read photo albums. Curiosity got the better of me and I could feel Layla wanting to look too. Walking over to it, I opened the lid, pulling a black album out.
Trey, also curious, walked over looking over my shoulder. Looking through the photos, most of the photos were of the pack before I finally found one of Damien as a little boy standing next to a dark-haired woman with a stern face. His father glaring down at the photographer, clearly not wanting his photo taken. Damien looked like a deer in headlights, eyes wide and only around six years old. He was also sporting a huge black eye and had on clothes that were too big for his tiny frame.
I could feel Layla stirring in my head. ”What is it?” I ask and I hear her growl.
“I have seen that woman before” She growls, making goosebumps rise on my arms. I could feel anger bubbling but could tell she couldn’t recall where she had seen her. “I just remember her face,” She tells me.
“Is that Damien’s mother?” I ask, verifying it with Natalia. She tilts her head and nods.” Yes, that is Estella” She confirms. At her words, Trey looked up.
“Did you say Estella?” I looked at him confused and Natalia nodded. Damien and Tatum come up the stairs with two big tins of paint, and painting equipment. I thought he would be mad that I opened the box, but he said nothing. Trey walked over and peeked at the photo and gasped.
“What” I ask.
“I know her, is that the Alpha’s mother?”
“Yes, she is. How do you know her?” Damien asked, curiosity flashing behind his eyes.
“She was one of the rogues I was running from when I came here. She chased me over the border”
“Why were you running from her?” I asked, and I noticed everyone was now intently listening.
“Like I said, I stumbled into the Pack, I really meant no harm Alpha. I was trying to escape her and her Mate.” He says looking at the picture.
“Impossible my father is dead, I killed him myself” He says pointing to the picture of his father. Trey shakes his head.
“No, that isn’t her mate. Horrid man, he tried to recruit the rogues I was with into some fantasy he had about attacking the Blood Moon Pack, said he needed to take down an Alpha so he can take over their Pack. Has some vendetta against the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack apparently they had him jailed for twelve years”