Faye's Point of View.
Only a few inches away from the random man's face, near to kissing him. Only one move and Damion will kiss the random man unconsciously. But right now, I'm pretty sure he didn't care for anything else other than hurting that man whose planning to hit on me. It feels like he was out of this world and thinks he can do anything without anyone's approval. Whispering, "This is what happens to a man who can't be told once. This is what'll happen to a man who wanted to control my woman." Damion glared at the man, soaked in blood and damaged face, before he completely let go of his collar, coming back to drag me out of that place again.
God damn it. My chest is about to come out. I can even feel my hot cheeks, probably is burning red right now. When he holds my hand, there was heat and spark that traveled through it, going to the passage of my veins, passing through my heart, and leading to my brain. Unconsciously, I stopped even when we were not so far from the bar. I stopped, so he did too. But Damion wasn't looking at me. His eyes were away from mine. Do I have to give him my blessing to look at me without feeling guilty? I wanted to see those beautiful eyes of him stuck in my eyes too. I wanted to feel the connection and reason to believe that having a life mate is truly a blessing. I wanted to believe we were going to end up together. But he didn't.
I stopped for five minutes, but he was just stuck staring at nothingness. Slowly, I took my hand from him, shifting the direction of my eyes away from him.
"What makes you think you can drag me out of the bar?" I asked hastily and peevishly, but he didn't respond. What the fuck?! CRAZY, FAYE! DAMN, YOU'RE A DUMB WEREWOLF! I was out of the bar because I ALREADY let him drag me out, let him hold me, and touch me. Why did I ask that stupidity and let it out of my brain? Gosh, Faye! You really need to go back to your life, as in, right now! If I let myself live a life thinking of how hot my life mate is, I don't think I will ever have the right to decide for myself. Because yes, his whole personality controls the whole hell out of me.
His deep, meaningful, and melting look, his broad chest and shoulder, the build of his body, deep and husky voice, and his stunning look— damn he's so fucking fine. No one could even try to reject this guy if they found out they were his life mate.
I licked and bit my lower lip respectively as I let those thoughts linger in my mind. How could I let it out? I can't stop myself from romanticizing the idea of Damion as my life mate. I shook my head to get the idea off my mind.
"I'll go back," I broke the ice and started marching back. Honestly, I wanted to check the random man and heal him. He doesn't deserve to get beaten up just because he likes me. After all, I'm stunningly beautiful. No one can ever resist the product of Jacob and Lucy's love— which is me.
Damion grabbed my hand forcibly and dragged me back to where he is heading. This time, he made sure he grips on it harder than before, enough to lock me up and lock the idea of my elusion. Hello? I'm not as weak as he thought. Now that he's back, all my energy were back too. So just like him, I forcibly took back my hand and stepped a little backward to get away from him.
"Why are you going back to that obscene place, Faye?!" he shouted, I can sense anger and annoyance at the same time when he spoke. "Are you really that obsessed with men touching you?!" he added.
Although he's so hot when acting like this, I can't tolerate his controlling behavior. Like the moon goddess, he's acting anciently.
"Yes, I do LOVE them. I want sex, I live for it. What's the point of this beauty if you're the only one who will benefit from this? After all, I don't want to mate with you. It seems like you're impotent for not trying to invade my womanhood," I replied, raising my brow, and rolling my eyes upward. "I'll go back and check for the man you punched multiple times. If he died, you will get punished, and I will feel the pain twofold." I added.
I turned my back on him and started to walk away. There's a thought that sticks into my head, 'I wish he follows me and stop me.' God, how the hell could he do this to me? He's so hard to get and control, and it makes me sick to know that there's still someone in the race of werewolves that could afford to reject my alluring charisma. Aish! Once again, I shook my head and just went to the man.
When I came there, he was gone. Even just the trace of his blood isn't present anymore. If I wasn't here, I wouldn't know, that in the first place, there was a dying man who was lying on the ground. All I'm hoping for right now, no matter how impossible it is, I wanted him to be safe.
I was planning to go back inside the bar to look for Gwen and give me men to satisfy my needs. I couldn't find her, though. She must've found a man to give her what she wants. Damn. Am I the only lonely werewolf tonight? Argh, the strike of my lust is high-intensity right now. Whoever sits beside me, I will just grab his face, kiss him, and dragged him to a secret room— just to feel the need of my body for some time now... sex.
I asked the bartender to give me a bottle of Black Label and deliver it to my table. My ass has not yet warmed up, and I began to attract men to come and sit beside me. One after one, and it increases. But none of them stayed, they left after getting a taste of my lips. I couldn't look into their eyes, but just looking at their bodies, woke my sleeping pussy up.
"Want to get a room?" the man who approached and stayed by my side asked. Just like me, he is a fine-looking man, has a smokey black eye, wears slacks and a polo that is unbuttoned at the first button, he has a beard, and a military cut. The way he speaks is like me, so flirty and submissive, but also arrogant and stubborn. He's like the version of me, so I'm a bit bored. However, it's fine instead of spending this night alone.
I smiled before responding, sexily whispering, "I was waiting for you to ask that." I winked as I finished the sentence. He smiled as his sexual arousal boosted. I felt the alcohol overall in my body, and I definitely lost control of myself. He assisted me to the suite he paid for despite having a hard time.
Before the man could open the door, somebody approached us, without saying a word, dragging me away from the man. I resisted, even though I couldn't because of the weakness that the alcohol brought me. Or maybe, because Damion is nowhere to be seen again by my naked eye.
Whatever it is, I assumed is because of the alcohol, because that's what my head wants.
"Dude, she's my girl tonight. You can get to hang out with her once I'm done," says the man who promised to get us a room.
"Yeah, or you could join us if you couldn't wait that long," I added, thinking maybe he wouldn't JUST allow us to go.
"I wouldn't have to wait or even join you. No one has the ability to own Faye," the intruder responded huskily. I think I flushed out all of the alcohol I intake tonight, just because he speaks, and reminded me of the man who turned me down. At least for me.
I jerked my head upward, slowly focusing my gaze on him which is now a little bit blurry. But he didn't wait until I recognized him, he just pushed me inside the room, leaving the man who originally tabled me outside, and locked it from the inside. I can still hear the hard banging and loud yelling, but now that the noise outside is not vivid to my ear, I could see him perfectly. All the intoxication I intake was gone. My heartbeat is beating abnormally as I see him in front of me, looking so annoyed.
"W-Why are you back here again?" I asked, avoiding having an eye-contact with him. I was looking away because anytime now, he could hear my beating heart, racing, and I would feel disgraced and annoyed as well as him! Damion forcibly grips my chin to jerk my head in his direction. I couldn't help, so now, his silver eyes met my ocean eyes. I couldn't just shift my direction because it feels like his eyes were sucking me, forcing me to look at him.
"I am the one who's entitled to ask questions. Why did you let random guys kiss you?" he asked bluntly. Damn, now, that annoyed face is gone. All I see is an empty piece of the face.
"And you just watched as they kiss me?" I replied, looking away.
"I was so annoyed! You're stubborn and won't listen!"
All of a sudden, without giving me a goddamn warning, Damion claimed my lips. It boosted all of the hidden sexual desires I'm keeping the whole night. I slightly open my lips, welcoming the intruding soft lips, giving him more chance to play with my tongue. I couldn't help to moan as he cupped my breast with his huge and veiny hand.
He then whispered, leaving me in awe, "Is this the kind of werewolf you never wished to mate with? You almost lose your chance."