Claimed by My Ex's Half-Brother-Chapter 150 Let me go

Victoria’s POV

"Fine, I’ll leave you alone then," I said, trying to push away from his iron grip. "Let me go, and you can do whatever you want!"

Instead of releasing me, Damien’s eyes darkened. His fingers dug deeper into my waist as he growled, "What gives you the right to abandon me? Why won’t you take care of me?"

I stared at him, speechless. This was ridiculous. Was there any winning with him? If I tried to help, he pushed back.

If I backed off, he demanded attention. Alpha males were impossible when emotional—and a drunk, emotional Alpha was apparently even worse.

He was a walking, growling contradiction, and I was caught right in the middle.

"You’re completely intoxicated," I sighed, my wolf Nora whimpering inside me, concerned for her mate. "We won’t get anywhere talking now. Let’s get you home. We can discuss everything tomorrow when you’re sober."

Damien didn’t respond, just held me against him, his breathing heavy against my neck. His scent—smoky cedar mingled with whiskey—wrapped around me, making it difficult to focus. Minutes ticked by in that strange, tense silence.

"Damien," I finally whispered, my resolve softening. "We need to go home now."

His chin rested heavily on my shoulder, and when he spoke, his voice carried a vulnerability I’d never heard before. "You took his side."

I pulled back slightly to look at him. Was this about Patrick Wagner? Surely he couldn’t still be upset about that misunderstanding.

"Don’t be ridiculous," I said, trying to keep my voice firm despite the flutter in my chest. "I’m not on anyone’s ’side.’ I stand with what’s right and reasonable. I know you meant well visiting my grandfather today, but couldn’t you have told me first?" I shook my head, abandoning that line of conversation. "Never mind. Just get up so we can leave. If you won’t move, I’m calling your assistant. I can’t carry you myself."

Damien was six-foot-four of solid muscle—there was no way I could physically move him without his cooperation.

Something in my words must have gotten through to him because he finally stood, swaying slightly. I slipped under his arm to support him, guiding him downstairs and out of the club. The cool night air hit us as we emerged, but did nothing to diminish the heat radiating from his body. He felt like a furnace against my side.

When we reached my car, I helped him into the passenger seat. As I leaned over to fasten his seatbelt, his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and pulling me directly into his lap.

"Are you actually drunk," I hissed, my heart racing, "or just pretending? Because you seem suspiciously coordinated for someone who’s supposedly intoxicated."

His dark eyes locked onto mine, unreadable in the dim light of the car. My breath caught in my throat as I became acutely aware of our position—me sprawled across his lap, his powerful thighs beneath me, his face inches from mine. The air crackled, thick with unspoken desire and the subtle hum of two wolves too close for comfort.

"Sit properly!" I commanded, finding my voice again as I tried to extricate myself.

In one swift motion, Damien’s hand came up to cup my face. Before I could process what was happening, his lips crashed against mine. The kiss tasted of expensive whiskey and raw need. The small confines of the car left me nowhere to retreat as his mouth claimed mine with startling precision despite his inebriated state.

"Mmm..." I couldn’t hold back the sound that escaped my throat as Damien kissed me with wild abandon. There was nothing gentle about it—he devoured me like a starving man finally granted a feast. His intensity overwhelmed me, making it impossible to resist.

"D-Damien..." I managed between kisses, his name a breathless plea on my lips. He showed no signs of stopping, continuing his assault on my senses without mercy.

His tongue swept into my mouth, exploring every inch as if claiming territory. Despite my better judgment, I felt myself melting into him. It had been days since our last intimate encounter, and my body responded eagerly to his touch, awakening with a hunger that matched his own.

With a growl that vibrated through his chest and into mine, Damien reached behind me to lock the car doors. The sound of the locks engaging sent a shiver down my spine—we were sealed in this small space together, the windows already fogging from our heated exchange.

"Victoria," he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with desire. "Mine."

His hands found their way under my blouse, his fingers leaving trails of fire across my skin. I gasped as he unclasped my bra with expert precision, cupping my breasts with calloused palms. My nipples hardened instantly at his touch, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

"We shouldn’t—not here," I protested weakly, even as my body arched into his touch. My words lacked conviction, and we both knew it.

Damien’s response was to capture my mouth again, silencing any further objections. His hand slipped under my skirt, fingers tracing the edge of my panties before pushing them aside. I moaned into his mouth as he found me already wet and ready for him.

"So responsive," he whispered, his eyes briefly flashing with his wolf’s golden glow. "Always so ready for me."

I fumbled with his belt, desperate to feel him. When I finally freed him from his confines, I stroked his impressive length, relishing the way his breath hitched at my touch. Despite the alcohol in his system, he was rock hard and throbbing in my hand.

Maneuvering in the confined space of the car wasn’t easy, but desire made us resourceful. I straddled him properly now, positioning myself above him as he guided my hips. Our eyes locked as I slowly sank down onto him, taking him inch by delicious inch until he filled me completely.

"Fuck," he hissed, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. "You feel perfect."

I began to move, establishing a rhythm that had us both panting. The car windows fogged completely as our bodies moved together in ancient harmony. Damien’s mouth found my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin where my wolf’s mark resided. The dual sensation—him inside me and his mouth on my mark—sent white-hot pleasure coursing through my veins. Nora thrilled beneath my skin, recognizing the primal dance, the claiming.

"Damien," I gasped as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside me. "Right there. Don’t stop."

He growled in response, increasing his pace, driving up into me with powerful thrusts that had me seeing stars. One hand slipped between us, his thumb finding my most sensitive bundle of nerves and circling it mercilessly.

The pressure built rapidly inside me, a tightening coil of pleasure threatening to explode. Damien sensed my approaching climax and intensified his efforts, his own breathing becoming ragged as he neared his release.

"Come for me," he commanded, his Alpha voice impossible to resist even in this context. "Now, Victoria."

My body obeyed instantly, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I shattered in his arms. I bit down on his shoulder to muffle my scream, tasting the salt of his skin as my inner walls clenched rhythmically around him.

My release triggered his own, and with a guttural groan that sounded more wolf than human, Damien found his completion, pulsing deep inside me as he held me tightly against him.