Claimed by My Ex's Half-Brother-Chapter 28 I’m on my period.

Victoria’s POV:

Why was he suddenly asking about my work? Did he know something?

No, that was impossible.

"Just ordinary work," I answered cautiously, watching Damian’s expression for any hint that he knew more.

"Is that so?" His voice was velvet-smooth, dangerous. "If it’s just ordinary work, why not quit? I can offer you better options."

"No, thank you," I immediately refused. "I’m quite satisfied with my current position."

Thankfully, he didn’t press further.

But the next second, he embraced me.

"We haven’t made love in days. I’ve missed you, missed you to the point of madness, Victoria," his voice was so low it was almost a growl, his teeth lightly grazing my earlobe. "Do you know? Every time I see you, I want to claim you as mine."

Nora howled fiercely within me, almost ready to break through my skin.

Arthur responded to her call, and I could feel the primal desire between them.

When Damian’s lips met mine, it wasn’t gentle. It was conquest, a declaration of ownership.

He bit my lower lip, his tongue dominantly exploring, tasting every corner of my mouth.

My body betrayed my reason, melting under his control, every inch of skin craving his touch.

"You saved me just for this?" I asked breathlessly, my heart pounding violently in my chest. "This is the reward you want?"

"Fuck, little thing," he murmured against my lips, his voice hoarse, "I don’t need any excuse to have you." His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling gently, forcing me to tilt my head back, exposing my neck. "I know you’re wet. Every time I get close to you, you get wet."

I trembled in his arms, unable to deny his words.

Without emotions involved, I couldn’t resist.

His hand slipped under my shirt, his rough fingertips igniting fires on my smooth skin, each touch raising my body temperature several degrees. I could feel his hard erection pressing against my thigh through his pants, proclaiming his desire for me.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, only the most primal desire remained. I adjusted my position to straddle his thigh, the luxury seat’s space somewhat cramped for us, but I didn’t care at all in this moment.

His fingers unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my lace bra and heaving chest.

"Damn perfect," he praised, his lips kissing down along my collarbone. "You’re mine, Victoria. Only mine."

His fingers moved to my waist, unbuttoning my pants, pulling down the zipper. I moaned, craving his touch, craving release.

Just as his fingers were about to slip into my most secret place, a familiar cramping pain made me freeze.

"Wait," I said breathlessly, suddenly realizing what was happening. "Damn... I can’t..."

Damian immediately stopped, concern flashing in his eyes. "What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?"

I felt an embarrassed heat rush to my cheeks. "No... I... I’m on my period."

Damian’s expression shifted from confusion to understanding, then he did the most unexpected thing—he laughed, that low, sexy laugh that made my heart skip a beat.

"You think that would make me back down?" He nibbled my jaw, "Little she-wolf, this just means we need to change tactics."

"Then we can play something else," he said, pulling my hand to his bulging crotch, "I know what that pretty little mouth of yours can do."

I felt blood rush to my cheeks, but I didn’t retreat.

Instead, I was somewhat excited.

Oh God, I was going crazy.

I slowly unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper.

He lifted his hips to let me pull down both his pants and underwear, his member springing free, hard and hot.

"Look what you do to me," he said, one hand caressing my cheek, "Now take it in."

I leaned down, the scent exclusive to my mate hitting me intensely.

I couldn’t resist.

If it weren’t for my period,

I would definitely be sitting on him right now, moving wildly.

I first gripped him with my hand, feeling that weight and heat.

He let out a satisfied sigh, his fingers tangling in my blonde hair. I first lightly licked the tip, then slowly took him into my mouth.

"Yes, just like that," he growled, his voice tight, "Take it deeper, oh, damn, that feels so good."

His words should have offended me, but somehow, I was even more aroused now.

I tried to swallow deeper, one hand soothing the part I couldn’t take in, the other gently massaging his sac.

"Fuck," he cursed, his fingers gripping my hair tighter, "Your mouth is fucking amazing."

I sucked more eagerly, using my tongue to trace the contours of the veins, enjoying his every moan and shiver.

"Just like that," he panted, his hips slightly thrusting upward, "I’m going to come in your mouth!"

I hummed in response, feeling his body growing more and more tense. When he finally released, he gripped my hair tightly, holding me in place, ensuring I received all of him.

When it was over and I straightened up, a flash of emotion I couldn’t read crossed his eyes.

He pulled me over and gave me a deep kiss, not caring at all that his taste still lingered in my mouth.

"Next time," he said against my lips, "next time I’ll make you scream until you lose your voice."

After entering the home, I casually draped Damian’s jacket over the sofa without much thought.

"Grace!" I called from the bathroom.

"Victoria! Over here!" Grace’s cheerful voice echoed through the home.

"Grace, my period just started. Do you have any pads?" I asked, embarrassed but desperate.

"Of course! Hold on," she immediately replied.

Within moments, Grace came to the bathroom door with what I needed, along with clean pants. My wolf Nora whimpered inside me, always hating the discomfort of these few days each month.

After changing clothes, I emerged from the bathroom with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Grace."

"What are best friends for?" she waved dismissively, then her eyes narrowed curiously as she nodded toward the jacket. "Whose jacket is that? Tell me everything that happened after you left the racetrack."

Before I could even open my mouth, Grace was already constructing her own narrative: "You went to the police station, right? Did Damian follow you there? Did you suddenly realize how incredibly sexy he is? Did you two sneak off for some excitement, then your period started, so he gave you his jacket and drove you home?"

I couldn’t help but press my fingers to my temples. "You should write novels instead of designing clothes."

"If I ever retire from design, I might," she grinned. "Come on, that’s Damian Sterling’s jacket, isn’t it?"

"Yes," I sighed in admission.

I gave Grace a condensed version of what actually happened.

The danger at the police station, how Damian unexpectedly appeared and helped me escape a potentially dangerous situation.

As for the flirting in the car, I didn’t mention that.

Grace’s eyes gleamed with suspicion. "I think there’s something going on here. Or more specifically, I think Damian is interested in you."

"That’s impossible!" I immediately protested.

"Then why would he risk his safety to save you?" Grace reasoned. "You know, that situation could have been dangerous for him too."

I shook my head firmly. "I think he probably just sees me as a useful tool to irritate Ethan. He showed up at the police station just to make Ethan look bad. Do you really think someone like Damian Sterling would pass up such a perfect opportunity to annoy his half-brother?"

Every time Damian had appeared in my life recently, Ethan was somehow involved.

In any case, I didn’t believe he liked me.

Of course, aside from being wealthy, Damian might also want to sleep with me.

Grace looked unconvinced. "I don’t know... going to such lengths just to annoy Ethan seems excessive, even for sibling rivalry."

"Whatever his reasons," I said, suddenly feeling my menstrual cramps intensifying, "I need to lie down for a while."

"Go ahead," Grace waved me away. "Get some rest."

I picked up my phone, then hesitated and also grabbed Damian’s jacket.

Once in my bedroom, I collapsed on the bed to check my phone. A message from an unknown number immediately caught my attention:

"Don’t forget to wash my jacket clean before returning it, little wolf."

My heart skipped a beat, and Nora stirred restlessly inside me. Even through text, I could almost hear Damian Sterling’s smooth, mocking voice. How had he gotten my number?