Chapter 6

As soon as Neah's back was pressed against the kitchen counter, Neah struggled to get out of the strange grip but then she recognized the scent. The one person she longed to see.

"Damon?" Neah called and Damon's body stiffened instantly, his name on her lips sounded like music to his ears. Damon wanted to hear more of it, he couldn't recall the last time someone made him feel this way.

"Call me again" He demanded, his voice husk and dangerous, bearing a hypnotic intensity that made Neah's heart race.

Neah realized that in just a few days apart, she had missed this male. In as much as she hated to admit, Neah couldn't help but smile against his chest in the blinding darkness.

"Damon" Neah repeated, a blush crept up her cheeks as the name rolled off her lips, she had no control over her feelings, just like it had a mind of its own.

There was silence, it stretched forth for a few minutes until Damon broke it " Surprisingly and for the first time, I hated my responsibility, I hated being born of a Lycan King Neah" Damon drawled out faintly, tilting his head lower and closer to Neah's ears, he inhaled her scent, staying at the nape of her neck like he craved for something at that particular mating mark spot.

His head throbbed with confusion as he tried to balance control of his wolf and mind. "I escaped from duties, I left the pack house which used to be my sanctuary, I never really reside here Neah but here I am, calling on Selene to bring you here "

Damon continued as his grip tightened around Neah's waist. " Even a mere mate bond can't make me this useless, what have you done to me Neah, I really want to quench this desire, it's eating me up with just a week and few days of your presence" Damon confessed and Neah stilled instantly.

"Why do I feel more obsessed with you than with my brothers, I shouldn't feel this way for anyone, especially not for you, but the more I try to avoid it, it worsens " Damon rambled further, strangely, he wanted to share his secrets with her but he knew the aftermath of what was to come if he did that.

If only the strange desires could flee from him, Damon would at least keep living like the 1st ruler he was seen as until fate called to him like he awaited.

Even as the words came out of his lips lightly, Neah knew there was meaning to those words, very dark and deep meaning and Neah felt herself getting ensnared into more inquisitiveness.

"I want every fucking part of your body, I envision to see you vulnerably naked but-but- I can't, no matter how satisfying it seems" Damon faltered on his words as he bit her lobes and Neah felt the bile rise within her.

Holy Goddess!

Damon's hot breath did things to Neah, things that she would shamelessly admit if he groped further. It was intensely dark in the kitchen and she couldn't make out his features but Neah cared less.

Neah shut her eyes slightly to enjoy the weight of his towering body on hers but then Damon slammed his lips hungrily on hers and she gasped, he took the chance to delve deeper, pulling Neah into a drastic coalitions of urges, the kiss was rough and ravaging, dominating and possessive.

Damon groped her neck in the course, abruptly ceasing the flow of air through Neah's lungs but then he eased a little noticing her uneasiness.

His kiss bore an intensity Neah couldn't grasp, hot and spicy, wicked and domineering, Neah was lost in a daze, emotions swirled within her.

Neah didn't want to give in to the urges nor did she want Damon to stop and from how ruthless his kiss seemed, Damon wasn't going easy on Neah.

Soft moans escaped Neah's lips as his knees rubbed her thighs, she shuddered at the feeling, like a cool breeze dotting her skin. Damon teased her sensitivity with his knees and Neah's moans erupted louder in the kitchen.

Neah was falling into an endless realm of urges that needed to be sated and she wanted to sink deeper into it.

She couldn't blame herself, she was totally helpless when it came to Damon. Neah couldn't control her emotions.

Damon seemed to possess something in him that Neah craved for.

Damon broke the kiss and looked at her, his burning gray orbs bored into her.

Damon could see her even through the darkness, he was a Lycan after all,

What was he thinking? Neah stretched out her hand to reach out to his face but surprisingly, Damon pulled off and stepped back.

"I'm- I'm sorry Neah" He said and began walking away.

Neah was taken aback, she had noticed his seclusion from everyone else ever since she got here.

He obviously seemed strange for a powerful king.

The male seemed to be fighting something primal, something he didn't want anyone else to find out but Neah was clouded with curiosity and an unsated heat in between her legs.

Immediately Neah began connecting the dots, even without a wolf, Neah was blessed with an ability to read people's actions.

Damon's tone sounded more beastly than normal, like his wolf was close to the surface but he was trying hard to suppress it.

Neah swallowed hard as two options laid before her; It was either Damon was battling feral madness or he had a traumatic attack. As far as Neah knew, Damon hadn't seemed like one who got a wink of sleep in 365 days.

For the first time in Neah's entire life, she felt the need to protect someone other than her family and worse, an enemy.

Just then, Neah's instinctual thoughts kicked in, she suddenly remembered Damian's warnings and for one battling feral madness, Damon wasn't in the right state to venture out of the house.

Neah skillfully ran in a fleet and caught up with Damon, her reflexes was fast and quick and in what seemed to be a blur, she hauled around him, abruptly halting his movement, she wrapped her hands around him, “ Sate my heat Damon.”