Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 338 Tying You Up

Damon held my gaze for a long time, like he was trying to peel every layer of me. His eyes softened, the storm in them finally calm. "Then we start again, if that is what you want," he said quietly.

I stretched my hand to him in a handshake. "Hi, I’m... Jasmine, it’s nice to meet you." I said with my heart pounding in my ears... ’Oh I said my name, I fucking told my name, I’m so nervous.’

A look of surprise flickered through his eyes. "Jasmine?" My hand faltered at his question, but before I could withdraw it. His palm connected with mine in a handshake. "It’s nice to meet you Jasmine, I’m Damon." He said with a smile, his eyes dancing with curiosity.

I smiled back, pushing my hair to the back of my ear with my other hand. Our gaze met as if we were meeting for the first time, drawing each other to their depth.

I waited for him to ask me why I chose to say Jasmine, but he didn’t say a word about it. I gasped as he gently pulled me into his arms, and I felt his warmth wrap around me like a shield. His chin rested on my head, and for a long time, neither of us spoke. The silence was peaceful, the kind that made you forget the world existed.

"I chose Jasmine, because that is who I am... and because Ember and Aeris hold memories that hurt so much. Since we are starting again, I wanted a new name." I muttered under my breath, fidgeting with the bed sheet.

"It’s a beautiful name, Jasmine, just like your scent... You are my precious gift from the goddess." He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. It lingered longer than it should have, tender and careful. My chest tightened at the feeling.

A warm smile spread across my face like the rise of the sun. ’He liked my name, he didn’t even doubt me. Now I get to love him with my real name, and he’ll remember someone named Jasmine once loved him.’ I snuggled further into his embrace, inhaling his pine, damp earth, and chocolate scent. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

We remained like that for what seemed like forever, feeling secure and loved in each other’s arms. But how could the peace last long when there is a devil in your head?

In my head, Layla prowled slowly about. "Is this the time we’ve been waiting for?"

"What time?"

’Can’t she keep quiet? She can clearly see we are having our moment.’

"I can hear your thoughts Ember," Her tone was laced with slight irritation. "I thought you wanted food?’

"Isn’t this moment worth more than food?’ I snapped back at her.

"I meant the other type of food, you made my ovaries scream in hunger, now you don’t want to get on top?" She asked shamelessly.

In terms of shamelessness, she was more shameless. But now that she had mentioned it, I have 28 days left, better not to waste them.

I smiled faintly. "Oh I want to... just a second okay, chill" I answered her.

But even then, Damon didn’t make any move. He simply held me there, his hand tracing slow, absentminded circles on my back. I could hear his heartbeat under my ear, steady and calm, while mine was a complete mess.

I lifted my head, studying his face. "You think starting again means we take things slow?"

His lips curved slightly. "Yes. I’ll love you the way you deserve, and I’ll win every part of your heart."

A line creased my forehead, and I sighed softly. Of course, he had to say something that... How noble? The psycho master had turned noble. Meanwhile, my heart was racing, and my entire body was already betraying me. All thanks to Layla.

Still, his words made something flutter inside me. I smiled, my fingers brushing lightly against his chest. "You plan to win all of it?" I teased.

He met my gaze with that half-smile of his, the one that made my stomach twist in knots. "Every last piece." His voice was heavy with assurance, like a vow he would take to the grave.

The air between us thickened again. I felt the pull, the tension, the invisible thread that always tied us together no matter how far we drifted. He looked at me like I was the only thing that existed, and for a second, I let myself believe it.

I smiled wider, mischief tugging at the corner of my lips. "Fortunately, I’m going to spare you the arduous journey."

I pulled away from his embrace, and before he could protest, my legs were already strapped around his waist, then I held his hands, holding them above his head.

Surprise flickered through his eyes, before swirling with dark amusement, I bet he wanted to see what his almighty master had in store for him.

"Jasmine, what are you doing?" He asked, his tone teasing as he willingly remained in position.

’Jasmine? He called my name again.’ I froze, butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

"Tying you up."

A rope appeared in my hand, and I tied his hands together before strapping him to the bed. I leaned back, admiring my handiwork, it was pure perfection. "If you struggle, the rope will only get tighter, so you can’t escape from me," I said in amusement.

Damon’s eyes darkened, he looked like he was about to rip the rope apart, but he forced himself to stay in place. Veins popped in his throat as he clenched his jaws, holding back the dominant nature of himself. Werewolves, especially alphas, never liked submission, most of them would rather die.

"Now I’ll show what pleasure is." My voice lowered to a whisper, soft and seductive.

I skillfully traced the line of his jaw, down to his neck, trailing down to his abs, eliciting a groan from him. Hearing him made heat pool in between my legs, I loved how responsive he was.

Something hot and hard poked my thigh, I bit my lower lip to keep my composure.

Holding his gaze, the ripping sound of clothes tore through the room, I tossed them aside, as I admired the perfect handiwork of the marker. His chest heaved up and down, his muscles strong and hard, his eight-pack abs made me salivate... ’What a fine man.’

"You look more sexy naked." I winked at him, my hands trailing over his skin, like I was branding him to be mine.