Claimed by My Ex's Half-Brother-Chapter 103 Luring？

Victoria’s POV

"Sh-should I thank you for the compliment?" I stammered.

"So you planned to walk around like this, Luring all the males?" His voice dropped lower, a possessive growl underlying his words.

Wait—Luring ?

"What’s wrong with it? Everyone out there is dressed the same," I challenged, avoiding his intense gaze. "Don’t tell me you’re that old-fashioned. Besides, how I dress is my business. You’re not my mate or my Alpha. You have no say over me!"

"Sweetheart, do you know how charming you are? You just stand there and let the males go wild.Not every man out there will be as restrained as I am." The rumble in his chest was pure wolf now, Arthur rising to the surface.

I couldn’t help but laugh at that. "If you consider yourself restrained, then I guess there are no truly dangerous men in this world."

"You think I’m dangerous?" His eyes darkened, pupils dilating as Arthur pushed closer to the surface.

"Aren’t you?" I countered. Anyone in our world knew to fear the name Arthur, his wolf’s reputation for ruthlessness extending far beyond the Northstream Pack territories. People whispered about his merciless methods, how he never left enemies with hope.

"Do you want to know what dangerous men do in situations like this?" His Adam’s apple bobbed hypnotically as he spoke, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

I whispered, "What do they do?"

In answer, his hand captured my chin firmly, and his lips descended on mine with hunger that stole my breath. His kiss was demanding, claiming, nothing like the tentative caresses Ethan had offered during our years together.

I should have pushed him away. Instead, my body betrayed me, responding instantly to his touch. My lips parted without resistance, allowing his tongue to sweep inside, tasting me thoroughly. Nora howled in triumph within me, recognizing what I was still denying—the pull between us was primal, beyond mere physical attraction.

His hands moved down my bare sides, fingertips tracing patterns that left fire in their wake. The thin material of my bikini seemed to disappear beneath his touch. One large hand cupped my breast through the swimsuit, his thumb circling the sensitive peak until it hardened painfully against the fabric.

A moan escaped me before I could stop it, and I felt him smile against my lips. His mouth moved to my neck, finding the sensitive spot just below my ear that made my back arch. My hands, which should have been pushing him away, were now clutching his shoulders, pulling him closer.

"Damien," I gasped as his teeth grazed my pulse point, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

His free hand slid down to my thigh, his fingers leaving trails of goosebumps in their path. When he reached the edge of my bikini bottom, he paused, his eyes finding mine. The amber glow of Arthur looking back at me made my breath catch—his wolf was as affected as mine.

"Tell me to stop," he challenged, his voice rough with desire.

I couldn’t. My body was liquid fire under his touch, my core throbbing with need. Nora was fully awakened now, pushing against my control, demanding I submit to the connection we both felt.

Instead of answering, I pulled his mouth back to mine, kissing him with all the confused passion I’d been suppressing. His hand slipped beneath the fabric, finding the wet heat at my center. I gasped against his mouth as his fingers explored, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with expert precision.

"So responsive," he murmured against my throat as his fingers slid deeper, entering me slowly. "I’ve thought about this since that night. Having you again. Hearing those sounds you make."

My hips moved of their own accord, meeting his rhythmic strokes as pressure built low in my abdomen. His thumb continued its relentless circles while his fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

"Damien, I—" My words dissolved into a cry as he increased his pace, his mouth capturing mine again to swallow the sound.

I was close, so close, my body tightening around his fingers. His wolf’s growl of approval vibrated through his chest and into mine, triggering something primal within me. When his teeth nipped at my lower lip, the slight pain mixed with pleasure pushed me over the edge.

My release crashed through me in powerful waves, my body arching against him as he continued his movements, drawing out every last tremor. Only when I collapsed back against the sofa, boneless and panting, did he withdraw his hand, his eyes never leaving mine.

It wasn’t the end, he was still going on about flirting with me.

"Stop," I gasped against his lips, my body betraying my words as I arched against him. "Damien, wait—"

His mouth silenced mine with bruising force. This wasn’t a gentle kiss—this was punishment, possession, primal and raw. Arthur, his wolf, was barely contained beneath the surface, and I could feel Nora responding inside me, eager and willing despite my rational mind’s protests.

Damien knelt between my legs, one knee on the sofa as he pressed me deeper into the cushions. His hand gripped my jaw, preventing me from turning away as his eyes—steel gray and burning with something dangerous—locked with mine.

When his mouth descended again, I surrendered to the onslaught. His tongue invaded, demanding submission as his hand slid lower, fingers splaying across the small of my back where my skin was already burning for him. I felt myself melting beneath him, my body liquefying into sensation.

"I can smell how wet you are," he murmured against my throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "Your scent drives me fucking crazy."

My breath hitched as his free hand moved to my thigh, pushing the thin material higher. "We —"

"We absolutely should," he countered, eyes flashing with that dangerous fire that made my inner wolf whimper in submission. His fingers traced patterns on my inner thigh, each circle moving higher.

When his finger touched my core again, I gasped.

My clitoris is very sensitive because I just had an orgasm.

That touch was like a flash of lightning, and sparks shot up along the spine.

"So responsive," he praised, pressing his forehead against mine as he continued his exploration. "Tell me to stop, and I will. But don’t lie to yourself, Victoria."

Instead of answering, I grabbed his shirt, yanking him closer as I captured his mouth. I was done with pretenses. My body had made its decision long before my mind caught up.

With skilled precision, he snapped the delicate ties of my top, the fabric falling away to expose my breasts to the cool air. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight.

"Perfect," he breathed, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth.

I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me, my fingers threading through his dark hair to hold him in place. The wet heat of his tongue against my sensitive flesh sent shockwaves through my body.

His hands were everywhere—caressing, claiming, marking. When his fingers finally pushed aside my underwear and slid into my wetness, I nearly came undone.

he growled against my breast. "You’ve been so wet, the sheets are soaked through. I know you still want me to go on."

Two fingers pushed inside me without warning, and I cried out, my hips bucking against his hand. His thumb found my clit, circling with devastating precision as his fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

"That’s it, baby," he encouraged, his voice rough with desire. "Let me hear you."

I was beyond caring about restraint. My wolf was clawing at the surface, demanding to be claimed by her mate. Because that’s what he was—what he had always been. My true mate, even if he didn’t know it yet.

His fingers worked me relentlessly, building a pressure that threatened to consume me. When I shattered, crying out his name, he swallowed the sound with another bruising kiss.

Without breaking contact, he shifted, unfastening his pants with practiced ease. I felt the heavy weight of his erection pressing against my thigh, hot and insistent.

"I need to be inside you," he said, his voice strained with restraint. "Tell me you want this."

"Yes," I breathed, beyond pretense. "God, yes."

When he pushed inside me in one powerful thrust, we both froze, overwhelmed by the sensation. He was huge, stretching me to my limits, the burn exquisite as my body adjusted to accommodate him.

"Fuck, Victoria," he groaned, his forehead pressed against mine, breath ragged. "You feel like heaven."

He began to move, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.. His hands gripped my hips, angling me to take him deeper.

"Mine," he growled, his eyes flashing wolf-gold momentarily. "Say it."

"Yours," I gasped as he hit that perfect spot inside me. "Damien, please—"

He increased his pace, driving into me with abandon. One hand slid between us, finding my clit again, and I was spiraling toward another climax.

"Come for me again," he commanded, his voice guttural and raw. "Let me feel you come around my cock."

His words pushed me over the edge, and I came with a force that left me breathless, my inner walls clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.

He followed moments later, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself deep inside me, his release hot and pulsing as he claimed me completely.