Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 342 Breakfast (1)

I stayed pressed against the bathroom door, my chest heaving like I’d just run a marathon. The sound of my heartbeat filled the silence, loud and uneven.

"Greek God? Really, Jasmine?" I muttered under my breath. "You had to say that? Why not something normal like handsome or... tolerable?"

I splashed cold water on my face, glaring at my reflection. My cheeks were flushed, my lips slightly swollen, and my hair... I didn’t even want to describe it. I looked like I had just lost a wrestling match... with a Lycan king.

"Damon, you psycho," I muttered to my reflection, rubbing at the faint bite mark on my shoulder. My legs felt like jelly. I couldn’t even remember how many times I almost blacked out.

But a smile tugged at my lips, I won’t lie, I had a good time.

"Yeah I bet you did, you even forgot that I exist." Layla’s bitter voice echoed in my head.

"Oops." I pressed my lips into a thin line. "But you didn’t say anything. If you wanted some, you should have just said." I added, staring at the hickeys, decorating my skin like red petals on a white dress.

Layla scoffed. "Since you had a wonderful time and I didn’t disturb you, tonight will be my turn."

"Tonight." I blinked at my reflection.

The images of yesterday passed through my mind like a video. Repeating it again would be a dream come true.

"Don’t even think about it, Ember, it’s my turn." She growled at me.

"Okay, fine, we will let him decide." I dabbed my face, strengtened my hair, and turned to go out.

"Are you going out like that?" Layla almost exploded my eardrums with her high-pitched voice.

"What’s wrong with it?" I snapped in annoyance.

"Don’t you dare! You should apply some makeup, and look good for our mate."

"Damon wouldn’t mind, and besides, there is no make-up here," I grumbled, putting on makeup is as arduous and time-consuming as making a bone broth.

"Are you going to spend eternity in there?" Damon’s voice rang from the other side of the door.

"I’m coming," I mumbled under my breath.

I waited a few minutes after his footsteps faded before stepping out cautiously, peeking through the crack of the door like a thief.

I placed a hand on my chest dramatically, before stepping out of the room. The faint clanking of cutlery against the ceramic plates echoed through the room. My breath stopped for a moment, all of my favorite dishes were in one place at the same time.

Damon had a serious expression as he cut the meat into smaller dishes, making sure the dishes looked good. His dark raven hair was a little ruffled, some strands falling over one side of his face. I noticed his hair had grown longer than before, reaching his nose.

He wore a loose shirt that revealed a lot of his middle chest area, which flexed with every movement he made. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

My mouth watered, salivating for this sinful fruit; I remained in my spot, admiring him.

Suddenly, he stared at me, his head slightly tilted, his hair brushing under his eyes like a veil, his reddish pink lips curled into a naughty smirk. "My love, don’t tell me you are hungry for more." His tone was teasing and deep, sending a shiver down my spine like a guitar.

"No, no..." I stuttered, raising my hand in defense. My eyes scanned everywhere else except for him.

The cutlery made a clanking sound as he placed them on the table, then he stood up, walking towards me. His eyes fixed me like a predator eyeing its prey.

"What?" I nervously said, puffing my cheeks slightly.

He leaned closer to me, pinching my cheeks. "You look so cute my love." His eyes softened like those of a puppy.

Before I could snap out of the spell, he bent and swept me off the floor. I stared at him in surprise as he carried me in a princess style, walking back to the dining table.

"Put me down, Damon, I can walk." I playfully hit his chest as my cheeks flustered with nervousness, my heart pounding in my ear.

He stopped midway, narrowing his eyes at me, it wasn’t those scary looks, rather they looked playful and cute. "Damon?" He pouted his lips in disappointment.

"Are you not Damon?" I asked, lowering my voice, blinking at him.

"Shouldn’t you give me a nickname? I gave you my love, because you are. I can’t believe you are still calling me Damon." He huffed like a child whose favourite toy had been snatched away, turning his face away from me.

I held his jaw, tilting his head back to me. "Don’t be mad... I’ll think of a sweet name to call you," I said in a serious voice.

His dark eyes met mine, at that moment a sensation ran through me. The world seemed to stop for a moment, all in our world was just us, and the room disappeared from our view.

His eyes held warmth, love, I never knew he was capable of showing. I pulled him closer and crashed my lips against his.

He reciprocated, letting me take the lead. I kissed him slowly, like time was a fleeting moment, slipping quietly between our breaths. I wanted to show him how much I love him, even if I didn’t admit it. I wanted to show him that I loved more than just making love with him. I wanted him to remember how our tongues intertwined, how I tasted, and how he left me breathless.

I broke the kiss, gasping for air, his hand wrapped around my waist tightly. His eyes stared at me, swirling with emotions.

"You should eat something." He planted a kiss on my forehead.

He sat down, settling me to his thigh.

"I can sit on my own." I struggled to get off his thigh.

He pulled me back. "I want to feed you, is that wrong, my love?"

My back pressed firmly against his chest, his hot breath fanning against my ear. "Now ahhh."