Transmigrated as the Crown Prince's Mate-Chapter 169: Playing a Dangerous Game...

Evelina sucked in a breath.

The sight of him was breathtaking.

She had always known Damian was handsome; after all, it wasn’t the first time she’s seeing him shirtless.

But seeing him like this, in the heat of the moment, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, his muscles tight from holding back, a fresh wave of warmth washed over her, making her felt hot all over again.

He was perfect.

Every inch of him.

And he was all hers.

Only hers.

Relia purred in satisfaction, her voice dripping with mischief. "Now that’s a view. Remind me again why we ever wanted to stay mad at him?"

"Relia." Evelina groaned internally. "Not the time."

But her wolf had already made up her mind.

A rush of warmth spread through Evelina’s chest, deepening the bond between them, and before she realised what was happening, Relia released a flood of pheromones.

Damian stiffened, inhaling sharply.

His silver eyes grew darker, and his pupils widened as if something deep inside him had been stirred. He clenched his jaw and breathed heavily, struggling to maintain control.

Evelina’s cheeks burned. "Relia!"

Her wolf only cackled. "What? He deserves a little push after all the nonsense we went through tonight."

Damian exhaled slowly, running a hand through his already-tousled hair. "You did that on purpose."

Evelina swallowed hard, feigning innocence. "Did what?"

Damian’s gaze flickered with amusement and something far more dangerous. "You and your wolf just tried to break me, didn’t you?"

Evelina bit her lip, but Relia wasn’t done. The little traitor inside her practically rolled onto her back, presenting herself, sending another wave of need crashing through Evelina’s body.

Damian groaned, his head falling forward. "Eve—" His voice was hoarse and strained.

Evelina shivered under his intense gaze. "Maybe."

His nostrils flared. "You’re playing a dangerous game, little wolf."

Relia only hummed in delight. "Mmm, and he plays it so well."

Evelina had never wanted to smack her wolf so badly.

But then Damian leaned in again, his hands skimming over her bare skin, slower this time, less urgent—but no less intense. He was savouring every touch, every reaction, every breath she took.

And gods—she felt everything.

His fingers traced the curve of her spine, sending goosebumps in their wake. His lips followed a slow, torturous path along her jaw, down her throat, lingering at her mate bond mark.

Her breath hitched when he kissed her there—softly at first, then with growing need. Kissing her on the neck made

It was the most sensitive part of her body.

It was a reminder that she belonged to him, and he belonged to her.

And that, combined with the feel of his skin against hers, his mouth on her body, his scent enveloping her, and his touch making her burn—

She was lost.

Damian groaned softly against her skin, his hands sliding around to her back, gripping her ass and lifting her higher on the bed. His lips trailed lower, following the line of her collarbone

"Mine," he murmured in a low and possessive voice.

Evelina shivered. "I know."

Damian’s lips curled into a smirk against her skin. "Do you?"

Before she could answer, he nipped at her shoulder, just enough to make her gasp, his hands continuing their achingly slow exploration.

Evelina’s body arched instinctively, seeking more, needing more.

Damian chuckled darkly. "Patience, love."

Patience?

Patience?!

"Oh, I hate him," Relia growled, but her voice was weak and breathy, and her own restraint slipped.

Evelina whimpered. "You—"

"Me?" he teased, his lips hovering just over hers.

Evelina narrowed her eyes, a sharp retort on the tip of her tongue—

But he kissed her again, stealing the words right out of her mouth.

Slow. Sensual. Deep.

This wasn’t the desperate, fiery hunger of before.

This was something else entirely.

Something that unravelled her.

Something that claimed her.

And when he finally pulled back, whispering her name like a prayer, Evelina knew, there would never be anyone else.

Not for her.

Not for him.

Only them.

Evelina’s breath came in shallow, heated gasps.

Damian’s touch was slow and almost painful. Every time his fingers brushed against her skin or his lips pressed onto hers, it sent shivers down her spine.

She had never known him to be patient.

Not like this.

Not when he had her pinned under him just minutes before when he had induced three orgasms in ten minutes, when her body naturally arched into his and her skin flushed with heat.

And yet, here he was. Taking his time.

Savouring every moment.

His silver eyes glinted with a hint of darkness, showing a strong desire as he looked at her like a hunter sizing up its target.

His rough, warm hands moved down her waist, holding her firmly enough to make her feel a shiver.

Evelina took a deep breath as his fingers brushed against the laces of her gown, right where the fabric curved around her hips.

Damian exhaled sharply. "I need to see you."

A bolt of heat shot through Evelina’s body.

His voice was deeper, raspier than before—thick with restraint.

She swallowed, biting back a whimper as he shifted slightly above her, his fingers moving slowly to undo the ties of her dress.

The fabric loosened.

Slipped.

Evelina’s breath caught.

Damian pushed it down her shoulders, exposing inch after inch of bare skin to the cool night air.

And then—

The gown fell away completely, pooling around her waist, leaving her in nothing but the delicate lace of her bra and panties.

A harsh, ragged breath tore from Damian’s throat.

His silver eyes darkened dangerously.

Evelina had never seen him look like this before.

He was completely still.

Like a beast holding itself back.

Like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to worship her or ruin her.

The silence stretched between them—thick, charged, suffocating.

Then—

A low growl rumbled deep in Damian’s chest.

"Fuck." His voice was hoarse, almost wrecked.

Evelina felt the heat in her face deepen. She had never felt so exposed and yet... she wasn’t embarrassed.

Not with him.

Not when his gaze was tracing every inch of her, memorizing her.

His tongue darted out, wetting his lips, his hands clenching at his sides as if he were afraid to touch her.

Afraid he might lose the last sliver of restraint he had left.

Evelina’s pulse hammered.

Her wolf, Relia, was practically purring in delight. "Look at him, Eve," she whispered in her mind. "Look how absolutely wrecked he is over you."

Evelina swallowed, her own breath ragged.

"We should do something bold," Relia suggested, her tone absolutely dripping with mischief. "Something that will completely break him."

Evelina hesitated.

Relia hummed. "Come on. He wants you to be his. Let’s show him we’re ready to be his too."