Claimed by My Ex's Half-Brother-Chapter 60 Put me down!

Victoria’s POV:

His lips claimed mine with increasing hunger, his tongue exploring my mouth with a desperation that made me dizzy. When I managed to catch my breath, I tried to speak.

"Hey... I..." The moment I opened my mouth, Damian seized the opportunity.

It was as if he had restrained himself for too long and could no longer bear it. After our previously interrupted moment, something inside him had finally snapped.

Damian’s kiss was fierce and demanding, pressing me against the wall with an intensity that let me feel every hard plane of his body. When he finally pulled back slightly, his eyes were dark with desire, pupils dilated until only a thin ring of color remained.

"Your place or mine?" he growled, his voice rough with need.

I stared at him with wide eyes. I hadn’t planned this—hadn’t anticipated the evening would end with this primal hunger between us.

I gasped, trying to steady myself. His kiss had left my legs feeling weak, and my wolf Nora paced restlessly under my skin, urging me toward him rather than away.

We were only steps from my home.

Damian’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. "Then it’s your place. Open the door."

"I won’t," I said, trying to sound firm despite my racing pulse. "What you’re doing... this is crossing a line."

Even as I protested, my body betrayed me. My scent was changing, sweetening with arousal that any wolf—especially a dominant one like Damian—could easily detect.

"Then we go to my place," he decided. Before I could react, he bent down and in one fluid motion, hoisted me over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" I shrieked, shocked by his audacity.

The elevator had descended, and Damian didn’t wait, instead carrying me up the stairs to his house. He didn’t even breathe heavily as he climbed, his wolf strength making me seem weightless in his arms.

He set me down on a luxurious couch and immediately covered my body with his. His mouth claimed mine again, more possessive than before. This kiss was pure male dominance—Arthur making his intentions clear to Nora.

I hadn’t had a drop of alcohol, yet I felt intoxicated by his scent—smoky cedar with undertones of midnight rose, now heavy with arousal. My arms wound around his neck of their own accord, pulling him closer.

Damian’s large hands explored my body, leaving trails of fire where they passed. His fingers traced the curves of my chest, thumbs brushing over hardened peaks through the thin fabric of my torn dress. My back arched involuntarily, pressing myself more firmly into his touch.

Each caress ignited something primal within me. This was why wolves often lost control around potential mates—our bodies knew what they wanted before our minds could catch up. My skin felt hypersensitive, every nerve ending alive and demanding more.

Just as heat was gathering deep in my abdomen and my wolf howled for completion, Damian pulled back. The hard outline of his arousal was clearly visible through his tailored pants, yet he stopped, breathing irregularly.

"I won’t force you," he said, his voice tight. "If you don’t want this, we can stop now."

I stared at him in disbelief. "Are you pretending to be a gentleman now? How hypocritical!"

He was clearly testing me, bringing me to the edge of desire only to leave me hanging. The playful smirk at the corner of his mouth confirmed my suspicions.

My face flushed with arousal and frustration. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Are you sure you want to stop?"

"Not at all," he admitted, his eyes never leaving mine. "But I need your consent. I don’t want you accusing me of anything tomorrow."

Fine. If he wanted to play this game, I’d call his bluff.

I endured the desire and rose from the couch, preparing to retrieve my heels from where they had fallen. "Then fine. I’m leaving."

I hadn’t taken two steps before strong arms encircled me from behind, pulling me back against a hard chest. "Don’t," he whispered in my ear, his breath burning. "Stay."

He thought I might hesitate, might show some reluctance to leave. But he was quickly learning I wasn’t someone to be toyed with.

"Make up your mind," I said sharply, turning to face him. "Either you’re a man who takes what he wants, or you’re not. Should I undress myself, or will you do it for me?"

His large hands curved possessively over the fabric of my dress. "I’ll do it."

With one powerful motion, he gripped the material and tore it open. The already damaged zipper gave way with a loud ripping sound, the designer dress falling away around me.

"My dress!" I gasped. "That was one of Grace’s runway pieces!"

Damian’s eyes devoured my nearly naked body, taking in the remaining black lace lingerie. "I’ll buy her the entire collection," he promised, his voice rough. "I can’t wait any longer."

Then he lifted me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried me toward his bedroom. His mouth found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder—where wolves left mating marks—and I shuddered violently in his arms.

My fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons, desperate to feel his skin against mine. When I finally pushed the fabric from his shoulders, I gasped at the sight of his sculpted chest and abdomen. This man was built like a Greek god, all hard muscle and smooth skin.

"Damian," I moaned as his teeth grazed my collarbone, his hands expertly unhooking my bra.

When my breasts spilled free, he growled appreciatively—a sound so wolf-like that Nora immediately responded, making my back arch and my nipples harden further. His mouth closed over one peak, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out.

"Little wolf," he murmured against my skin, "you taste even sweeter than you smell."

His hand slipped between my thighs, finding the wetness there. I gasped as his fingers pushed aside the lace barrier, stroking through my folds, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves until I writhed beneath him.

"Please," I whispered, beyond pride now. My wolf was taking over, demanding completion, demanding to be claimed by the alpha male who was currently driving me insane.

When he finally removed the last barriers between us and positioned himself at my entrance, our eyes locked. For a moment, everything was still. This wasn’t just sex—this was something more significant between wolves. Our scents had already mingled, creating something new and intoxicating.

Then he thrust forward, filling me completely, and the world dissolved into sensation. The feeling of completeness was overwhelming, as if some missing piece had finally clicked into place. Arthur’s triumphant howl seemed to echo through Damian’s body as he began to move.

Each powerful thrust drove me higher, tension building unstoppably within me. His mouth found mine again, swallowing my cries as my nails raked down his back, leaving marks his wolf would wear with pride.

"Mine," he growled against my lips, his movements becoming more urgent. The possessive declaration should have alarmed me, but instead it pushed me closer to the edge.

When release finally came, it crashed over me in waves so intense that I screamed his name, the muscles inside me contracting around him.

Oh, this wonderful feeling was truly hard to resist.