Claimed by My Ex Chapter 200 What happened?

Chapter 200: Chapter 200 What happened?

Victoria’s POV

Through the bathroom door, I could hear Damien’s movents in the shower. Despite my reluctance to admit it aloud, I worried about him. The wound on his arm wasn’t sothing to take lightly, even for a wolf with our supernatural healing abilities.

I hovered near the door, my wolf Nora pacing anxiously within . If anything happened to Damien, I wanted to be close enough to help imdiately.

Suddenly, a sharp cry echoed from inside. "Ah!"

My heart jumped into my throat. "What happened?" I rushed to the door, pressing my palm against it. The scent of his blood wasn’t in the air, but that didn’t an he hadn’t reopened his wound.

Before I could say another word, the door swung open. Strong fingers wrapped around my wrist, and I was yanked inside with surprising force.

"Ah!" My startled cry bounced off the tile walls as Damien pressed

against the wall. Water droplets cascaded down his bare chest, following the defined ridges of his muscles. His raven hair was slicked back, dripping onto his shoulders, and his eyes—those piercing eyes that seed to see right through —were fixed on mine with primal intensity.

The steam from the shower wrapped around us like a veil, making the already small space feel even more intimate. The scent of his smoky cedar and midnight rose filled my senses, clouding my judgnt.

"You..." My voice caught in my throat as my gaze traveled over his naked form. My wolf Nora stirred within , responding to the proximity of her mate.

Damien’s lips curled into a half-smile, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Victoria..." The way he said my na sent shivers dancing along my spine.

I swallowed hard, trying to maintain so semblance of composure. "Damien, what are you doing?"

"My arm makes it difficult," he murmured, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. "I thought you might help

wash."

I couldn’t help noticing he was holding

with his injured arm. The one with fresh stitches. The one that should be resting, not pinning

against bathroom walls.

"I won’t!" My cheeks burned hot despite the cool tiles at my back. I tried to keep my eyes fixed on his face, but the awareness of his nakedness—and his growing arousal—made it nearly impossible to focus.

"Victoria..." he whispered again, his voice like velvet against my skin. His long lashes lowered as his gaze settled on my lips.

Before I could protest further, his mouth was on mine. The kiss was gentle yet commanding, his tongue skillfully parting my lips. Despite having kissed him nurous tis before, my heart still raced like it was our first. Heat pooled in my core, and my palms grew damp with anticipation.

I found myself responding, arms wrapping around his neck in a rare display of initiative. My wolf howled in approval within , recognizing what I’d been fighting for so long—this man was ant for .

Damien’s gentle kiss transford into sothing more urgent, his hands roaming over my body like he wanted to devour

whole. The bond between us seed to strengthen with each passing mont, our energies intertwining.

After what felt like both an eternity and not nearly long enough, he pulled back slightly, giving

room to breathe.

I seized the mont to ask sothing that had been weighing on my mind. "Damien, I need to ask you sothing." My voice trembled slightly. "If we truly beco mates... if we make this official... I want to maintain my pack’s independence. I don’t want to rge the Crescent Dawn with your pack. How do you feel about that?"

This was the second ti I’d broached this subject. The first conversation hadn’t gone well, and I held my breath waiting for his response.

His brow furrowed, highlighting the small scar above his left eyebrow. "According to alliance laws, packs are supposed to rge when their Alphas mate."

My heart sank, but then he continued.

"But if independence is what you want, I’m willing to challenge those rules." His voice grew deeper, more resolute. "We can make our own rules. You would remain Alpha of the Crescent Dawn."

My eyes widened. "You’re serious?"

"Completely." He pulled

closer, his scent enveloping . "Or I could beco your Luna instead. Before eting you, I would never have considered relinquishing any power. But now? You’re what matters most to . More than traditions, more than power... more than anything."

Joy bubbled through , and I pressed my lips to his in a passionate kiss. It felt like a dream—one I’d never dared to hope for.

While we hadn’t solidified anything yet, my greatest concern had been addressed. The thought of giving up my pack’s independence had been the final barrier between us.

"I... I think we should try being together," I whispered against his lips. "For real this ti."

Damien’s pupils dilated instantly, his body tensing against mine. "What did you say?" he asked, as if afraid he’d misheard.

"I said we can try," I clarified quickly. "We should see if we’re compatible before making any permanent decisions. I’m not saying yes to forever... yet."

I knew my feelings for Damien ran deeper than I’d been willing to admit, even to myself. Sowhere along the way, my attraction to him had evolved into sothing more profound than I’d ever experienced before.

"Trying is more than enough for now." His arms encircled

completely, his joy radiating through our touch. The happiness in his eyes made my heart skip several beats.

Then his mouth was on mine again, kissing

with renewed fervor. Now that I’d agreed to be his girlfriend—his potential mate—he kissed

like a man who’d been granted his most fervent wish.

The atmosphere in the bathroom turned electric. I barely registered the mont my clothes disappeared, only becoming aware when Damien lifted

into the bathtub with him.

"Bathe with ," he murmured against my neck.

Reality crashed back. "Damien, your wound!" Even in the heat of passion, I couldn’t forget his injury. He’d just carried

effortlessly, using muscles that could easily reopen his stitches.

"It’s fine," he dismissed my concern.

I didn’t believe him. Fresh stitches could tear open easily, especially when exerting force.

He extended his arm for my inspection. "Really, it’s fine. If the stitches had torn, the bandage would be soaked with blood."

I examined the clean white bandage, relieved to see no crimson seeping through. My shoulders relaxed slightly.

"Join , Victoria," he said again, settling into the tub that suddenly seed much smaller with both of us in it.

In the confined space of the bathtub, Damien continued his sensual assault. Having finally secured

as his girlfriend, he seed determined to celebrate by kissing every inch of . His lips traveled from my mouth to my neck, then lower, making my skin tingle with each touch.

Water splashed around us as his hands explored my body with increasing urgency. I could feel how much he wanted , his arousal pressing insistently against my thigh.

I gripped his shoulders, feeling the powerful muscles beneath my fingers. "Behave yourself," I warned breathlessly. "You need to finish bathing, and your wound can’t get wet."

"Do you want , Victoria?" His voice was pure seduction, ignoring my practical concerns entirely.

"Not now," I insisted, though my body was betraying

with every racing heartbeat. "We need to get clean and then sleep. It’s already past midnight."

We’d left the gala late, then had the accident and hospital visit. By now, dawn couldn’t be far off.

I also suspected, based on Damien’s current state of arousal, that if we started sothing more intimate, we wouldn’t finish quickly. My wolf Nora whined in disappointnt at my restraint.

Damien chuckled, the sound vibrating through

where our bodies touched. "Going to bed can involve another kind of sleeping," he murmured against my ear, his voice dropping to that irresistible timbre that made my insides liquify.

I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. Now that I’d agreed to try a relationship with him, Damien was becoming more shaless than ever.

He captured my hand and guided it to his abdon, pressing my palm against the defined muscles there. Half-subrged in water, his body looked like sothing carved from marble—powerful, beautiful, and impossibly tempting. My fingers traced the ridges of his abs, feeling them tighten under my touch.

I knew exactly where this was heading if my hand moved any lower.

"Help ," he pleaded, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. Despite being the powerful Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, Damien looked at

with such vulnerability and need that it made my heart stutter.

He brought my hand to his lips, kissing my fingers one by one with reverence. "Victoria, please... help ."

"Damien..." My breathing beca shallow as heat pooled between my thighs. "You’re impossible..."

But my protests lacked conviction. When he kissed

again, I surrendered to the desire coursing through both of us. My hand moved lower under his guidance until my fingers wrapped around his hardness.

I stroked him with increasing confidence, knowing from our previous encounters exactly how he liked to be touched. The water made my movents fluid as I slid my hand up and down his length. His breathing grew ragged, his eyes half-closed in pleasure.

"Just like that," he groaned, his hips rising slightly to et my touch.

I increased my pace, watching his face contort with pleasure. There was sothing empowering about reducing this dominant Alpha male to a state of such raw need.

"Victoria," he gasped my na like a prayer as his body tensed. With a final groan, he reached his climax, his release pulsing through him in waves.

As he recovered, he pulled

against his chest, our wet bodies sliding together in the most delicious way.