Free Web NovelChapter 67: Spider’s Web II
Before I could properly reply, he had already leaned in, connecting his lips to mine. His hand moved to grab the back of my neck, deepening our kiss.
Just one touch and my body was alight, sparks dancing in my vision even with my eyes closed. I moaned against his lips and Damon took that as a sign, slipping a hand under my clothes. His fingers found my nipples underneath all the layers, lightly pinching them as I gasped in pleasure, breaking our kiss.
"Damon, wait―"
He cared not for what I had to say, simply sealing our lips together once more. Lust had me at the edge of insanity. I could feel moisture pooling in between my thighs. My mind was blank and even though I was filled with resistance prior, now that our lips were connected, I was hungry for his touch.
I practically melted into his hold, allowing him to move and touch me as he pleased. Everywhere he touched was a mixture of fire and ice― he was able to soothe the flames of arousal and yet, at the same time, he added the fuel to my desire.
It took me a moment to realize that I was out of my mind, and even then, it wasn’t my own realization. A sudden wave of sadness rushed through my body, followed by burning jealousy. My eyes snapped open when I realized that those emotions weren’t mine.
Rather, the mark on my left shoulder felt like it was a hot metal rod that was searing right through my skin. I gasped in shock, quickly pushing Damon away. He moved back, his hand raising to wipe his lips as his eyes stared hard at me.
I, on the other hand, could only stare at the palm of my hands.
That wave of misery and betrayal... those feelings belonged to Blaise. If I could feel him, then that meant―
"Can he feel you even from so far away?" Damon asked, a hint of a chuckle coloring his voice.
He smirked sinisterly, shaking his head. There was a metallic taste in my mouth and only when I noticed the small dab of red on Damon’s lips did I realize that I must’ve bit him hard enough to draw blood just to tear us apart.
"You... knew?" I asked, incredulous. "You knew that he would be able to feel... this?"
"Not quite," Damon said, shrugging. "I assumed he could if he had been somewhere within House Sirius, but I never knew that the bond between mates could stretch for miles."
A wave of disgust washed over me and I raised my hand to my lips, trying not to retch. My actions were disgusting, there was no excuse for that. While Damon might be my fated mate as well, how could I possibly do this to Blaise? And for him to feel my arousal and lust for another man... freēwebnovel.com
"You..." Red flashed through my eyes and all I saw was anger. "You’re a monster! How could you do this to your own brother?!"
"I could say the same!" he roared, causing me to fall back in shock. "How do you think I felt when I saw you with him? With that... that..." He pointed to the mark on the left side of my shoulder, a nearly identical one to the one Damon left on me himself. "That abomination sullying your skin! Not to mention, the very same one you left on him as well."
"He’s my fated mate."
"So am I," Damon said, his voice low. I thought I could even hear a crack in his voice at the end of the sentence but whatever weakness there was, it was washed away from his face nearly immediately. "I came first. I am the reason why you two even met. So really, who is the monster here, Harper Gray?"
Now that the spotlight was on me, I found myself at a loss for words. Damon was right. I was the one who couldn’t cut things off with Damon and Blaise. I was the one that had to choose, yet I couldn’t make a choice. While Damon hadn’t allowed me to reject him, I could’ve avoided him instead of creating opportunities for us to interact over and over again.
But did I want to draw the line with him?
As if answering my question, the new necklace around my throat began to burn. It was a delightful, tingling sensation that set my skin alight. My hands clawed my neck, wanting to peel it off, but I soon realized that as delicate as lace was, it could be tougher than leather.
"What is this?" I asked, panicked. "Get it off!"
"It seems like the necklace has accepted you as its new owner," Damon noted his observations, scoffing. "You won’t be able to take that off. Not even I can."
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My fingers dug into the lace, trying to peel it off. However, while I was able to detach the lace bits from my skin, the dewdrop diamonds were stuck on as if they were a part of me. I couldn’t rip it off, and if I put any more strength into attempting, it felt as though I was trying to tear my fingernails straight off.
The longer these diamonds clung to my skin, the more my body felt as though it was being set on fire. Lust quickly pooled between my legs, and I was soon a quivering mess. I panted heavily, leaning most of my body weight on my elbows, struggling to even sit up properly. The sheets were soft beneath me but every fabric felt like it was only trying to boil me alive.
I pulled and tugged at my clothes, trying to use it to fan myself, but it was to no avail.
When Damon’s hand brushed across my face to move fallen strands of hair out of the way, his skin made contact with mine and it felt like a kiss of winter. I gasped, shuddering at the relieving sensation.
"You’re in heat," Damon plainly said. I couldn’t read any emotion from his expression; it felt as though he was reporting a scientific fact from a data sheet. "If you don’t give in, you’ll die."
