Claimed by My Ex's Half-Brother-Chapter 61 So greedy this morning

Damian’s pov:

I woke to her wandering fingers tracing my chest, curious and precise as they slid down toward my abdomen. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating her golden hair scattered across my sheets. Before those delicate fingers could explore further, I caught her wrist.

"So greedy this morning, little wolf?" I growled, deliberately letting my voice rasp in her ear. "Not satisfied yet?"

Victoria jumped, those magnificent eyes widening as reality crashed back. Seeing her like this—disheveled, wrapped in my scent—Arthur purred with satisfaction within me.

"You... I..." she stammered, and I could almost see last night’s memories flooding back into her mind.

Before she could form a coherent response, her stomach growled audibly. The sound made me smirk. My little wolf was hungry after our marathon of possession.

"I’m hungry," she stated directly, without pretense in her voice.

I loved this about her—how she dropped her initial guard around me. Arthur agreed, pushing at my consciousness, wanting to be closer to her wolf.

"I thought I fed you quite thoroughly last night," I purred, letting my gaze travel meaningfully down her naked form. "No wonder you were caressing me this morning. Hungry for another taste?"

Her cheeks flushed beautifully. "Don’t be so crude. I need actual food. My stomach is empty."

My eyes locked on the marks decorating her neck. The traces I’d left there. Still no successful marking. Fine. But it didn’t matter. She was mine regardless.

Looking at those kiss marks triggered something primitive within me.

Despite spending most of last night repeatedly possessing her body, the hunger hadn’t subsided. If anything, each taste of her left me craving more.

"What do you want to eat? I’ll make something," I offered, surprised by this domestic gesture myself.

Victoria looked equally shocked. "You cook?"

"I make excellent breakfast," I replied, not mentioning it was one of the few skills I’d learned after leaving the Sterling household. Alphas don’t usually appear in kitchens, but I’d cultivated certain... independent abilities.

"Alright. You cook, I’ll shower," she agreed, sitting up and letting the sheet slide from her perfect breasts.

At the sight, Arthur howled within me, demanding I possess her again.

When she stood, I caught her wrist again, a swift motion pulling her back to the bed, pinning her beneath me.

"You think you can parade around naked and just walk away?" I growled, nipping at the spot on her throat where my marks were already prominent.

Her pulse quickened beneath my lips. "I was just going to shower," she protested weakly, even as her body pressed against mine.

"I don’t want to let you go," I murmured against her skin. "And I’m not finished with you yet."

I slid my lips along her throat to her collarbone, then lower, capturing a perfect nipple with my teeth. Her gasp was everything—part surrender, part challenge.

"Damian," she moaned, fingers threading through my hair. "I thought you were making breakfast."

"I am," I replied darkly, turning my attention to her other breast. "I’m starting with the sweetest course."

As her arousal built, her scent intensified, that intoxicating sweetness that had first drawn me to her. Arthur went wild, recognizing something familiar yet frustratingly elusive in her fragrance.

I growled against her skin, the sound vibrating through both our bodies. "Get up, little wolf. Let’s continue this in the kitchen."

Her eyes widened. "The kitchen? But—"

I didn’t give her time to protest, carrying her naked form to the kitchen with its marble countertops. Her skin flushed beautifully with embarrassment and excitement.

"What if someone sees?" she whispered, even as I set her on the cold surface.

"No one enters my territory without my permission," I reminded her, "and right now, you’re in the most private part of my domain." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

I pulled ingredients from the refrigerator—eggs, bacon, fresh fruit—setting them aside, my eyes never leaving her. The sight of Victoria Lancaster naked in my kitchen was more satisfying than I’d anticipated.

"I thought you preferred raw meat," she teased, watching me work.

I smirked, moving between her parted thighs. "Some things I like raw," I murmured, my hands sliding along her inner thighs. "Others require... proper preparation."

Her breath hitched as my fingers found their target—already wet and ready despite her protests. Arthur rumbled approvingly as her sweet scent intensified.

"You’re wet for me again," I observed roughly. "Your body won’t lie, Victoria. It knows who it belongs to now."

She bit her lip, fighting the moan threatening to escape. "It’s just a physiological response," she insisted stubbornly.

I chuckled darkly, my fingers working deeper as she writhed on the counter. "Is that what you tell yourself? That it’s just your body reacting to me?"

I leaned closer, my mouth at her ear, my fingers continuing their skilled assault.

"That’s not—" she began to deny, but I silenced her with a deep, consuming kiss.

I withdrew my fingers, earning a protesting moan that quickly turned to a gasp as I lifted her, turned her, and bent her over the counter in one fluid motion.

"Palms flat," I commanded, pressing her hands against the cold marble. "Don’t move them."

I kicked her legs further apart, positioning myself behind her. The sight of her—vulnerable, exposed—nearly made me lose control.

"Tell me you want this," I demanded, my voice rough as I pressed my length against her entrance without pushing in. "Tell me you want me to possess you again."

She trembled, caught between pride and desire. "Please," she finally whispered.

"Please what?" I pushed, needing to hear her surrender.

"Please, Damian," she gasped, her walls contracting around nothing as she waited. "I want you inside me."

With a growl more wolf than human, I thrust fully into her, claiming her with one powerful stroke. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the kitchen as I set a punishing rhythm.

"Mine," I growled against her neck, one hand gripping her hip, the other tangled in her golden hair. "Say it, Victoria. Say you’re mine."

Her resistance crumbled as the pleasure built between us. "Yours," she moaned, her inner walls tightening around me. "I’m yours, Damian."

My teeth sank into the junction where her neck met her shoulder—not deep enough to break skin, but enough to leave my mark of possession for days to come.

When she shattered around me with a cry that could wake the entire building, I followed her over the edge, emptying myself deep inside her with a roar that was purely wolf.

After her cry, clear fluid gushed from within her. Oh, God. That excited me too. Soon, I reached my climax as well.

We remained connected for a long time, our breathing gradually slowing. I didn’t want to withdraw, didn’t want to break this connection that felt increasingly important.

"Now," I finally said, my voice still rough as I reluctantly pulled away, "about that breakfast..."