The Usurper's Throne

**Sequel to The Alpha's Claim**

"Damien, we're in public," I blushed, glancing around.

"So?" he said, swirling his tongue on the mark on my neck. "You kissed me first." My body erupted in tingles, and I almost lost my balance.

"Damien," I protested again. "Stop."

He leaned his head back but didn't lose his grip on me. In fact, he readjusted to keep a firm grip. He slowly pulled my hips against his. "Look at me, dove," he said lowly.

I glanced up and saw his dark green eyes flickering gold. They were mesmerizing. Slowly, Damien maneuvered me against the stone wall of the castle. He pinned my hips against the wall with his own. My body flushed with pleasure as our eye contact deepened; we were locked in each other's stares.

Damien suddenly lurched forward and trapped my lips with his own. His hands went to my neck, and he cupped my face roughly. "I don't want you talking to Elijah," Damien said as he leaned back to take a breath. My head was swimming. All I wanted was more of Damien. "I don't want you alone with anyone except Berry."

"But why?" I asked, leaning in for more. His right hand moved from cupping my face lovingly to gripping my throat subtly. His eyes froze in anger and I stiffened.

"Because I don't trust a damn soul here," he said lowly into my ear. "And I am here to protect you. Understood?" he said. The pressure on his thumb began to increase. His eyes were demanding my submission.