6 Chapter Six

Drums and a loud applause sent them into a panic.

"Shit, that means my brother finally came to the party."

Tristen jumped off the bed and helped Rina down as well. Her legs wobbled as she held herself up. A low growl rumbled through Tristen's chest.

"Fuck, you have no idea how hot that is."

"What, me not being able to stand?"

"Exactly, I did that." Tristen pulled her towards him and kissed her. "We need to get dressed and get out of here." Rina squealed when he slapped her bottom heading to the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom.

Tristen cleaned himself by the sink while Rina rinsed her body in the shower.

"Damn, how does my makeup look?"

"Well it doesn't look like you just enjoyed a double round of organism if that's what you mean."

"Ugh you're hopeless." she dried off and headed back to the bedroom.

"What? You asked."

"Where are my panties?"

"You can't wear them." Tristen tucked the dress shirt into his pants.

"Why not?"

"Any demon with half a brain and nose would be able to smell the arousal coming from you simply from your wetness."

Rina clenched her legs at the thought. "Damn demons and their senses."

Tristen shrugged. "Well this half demon wouldn't mind everyone knowing what we did, but I know you would hate that."

Rina pulled her dress on and sighed as wet kisses trailed down her back. Tristen came back up and wrapped his arms around her waist and laid a firm kiss on her neck. Rina groaned and clenched her thighs.

"Stop, we have to get out of here."

"I know." he mumbled against her neck.

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-Damien-

An hour had passed since the celebration of his birthday began, yet he felt no need to show face. The yearn to celebrate yearly was something he never desired. He took a swing of demon wine; it was the only thing that could give a brief view of what humans felt when ingesting the putrid liquid they called alcohol. The spiced wine spread warmth down his throat to his stomach. The warm sensation gave the desired buzz but it disappeared just as quickly as it came.

He walked towards his private balcony and stepped outside. The ballroom music reached him as well as a familiar scent. He went to the end of the balcony and peered over. His eyes narrowed at the sight of an uninvited guest, in his private garden no less.

He watched her stumble a few times before his patience ended, gulping down the rest of his drink he set the wine glass down and leaped over the balcony ledge. He landed in his garden, she was none the wiser to his presence. The scent of her being increased to an intoxicating level at this proximity. Something stirred within, the scent managed to garner its inner host's attention. He could feel the beast within stretch ready to claw its way out. The sight of her open back dress framing her unblemished skin did not help.

"What are you doing here?"

The reaction that came was not expected, her scent wafted forward. Her soft curves pressed against his, her dazed gaze pierced through him. He froze, then quickly released her when he noticed she managed to gather her bearings.

He entertained their banter back and forth, gaining a slight amusement from her dazed replies and stares. His energy simmered within, then it began to shift again in her presence. He ended the conversion and strided up the stairs without a glance. Not a moment later her gasp forced him to turn, his reaction was instantaneous.

Heat rushed through his body. His beast had awakened, it was too long since its last appearance. She struggled at first but immediately stopped at the sight of his eyes.

'Mine' it whispered.

'Go back in your cage.' he commanded.

Damien growled, as he held her in place and tried to regain control of his body. Rage flashed through him, he was always in control. This shouldn't be happening and with a human no less.

The beast let out a vicious growl in his mind, then whimpered. He looked down at the human but could only see the crown of her head. The scent of fear wafted forward, she was afraid and submitting.

This was not something the beast wanted. Damien took this opportunity to slam the beast down and take control once more. He took a deep breath and disappeared once he released her delicate arms.

He snarled as soon as he found himself inside his palace and away from the girl that managed to take down all his defenses. Growling he flipped the couch in front of him against the wall. His breathing escalated to pants, he stared at himself in the mirror across the room. Walking towards it he saw his eyes shift between red and gold, his eyes narrowed. His lips pulled back into another snarl.

Her scent was still here, all around. The two physical encounters created an imprint on him. There was a spice to her scent that wasn't normally associated with a human, but then again she was a holy priestess. But this was not the first time he had come across her scent and it wasn't there the last time.

'Close to heat.' it whispered.

"Damn it." he muttered.

The human was close to going into heat, her fertile body called to his beast. He let out a snarl, he would be damned if he bedded a human. That would never happen. His inner beast growled but said nothing more.

His claws swiped at the mirror sending it across the room into the wall. He headed to his room and ripped the clothes from his body, washed his hands and dressed in another suit. Cleansed of her spiced scent he snarled again as her scent wafted from the shredded clothes on the floor. He left his room and slowed his pace. He took his time, he would enter the ballroom calm and collected leaving none the wiser to what he just experienced.