Chapter 11: YOU WANT ME

Irwin’s thoughts raced as she made her way through the corridors toward Dorian’s chambers. What could he want with her this time? She tried to calm her nerves, but her heart hammered in her chest. The last few days since their mating ritual, had been a whirlwind of confusion and tension. Each time they crossed paths, Dorian’s presence made her feel things she didn’t understand and that keep stressing her out.

When she arrived at Dorian’s chamber, the servants silently led her to him. She stood in the dimly lit room, her head bowed, avoiding his gaze as she greeted him in a soft voice.

“My Lord Dorian, you sent for me.”

Dorian watched her closely, feeling a strange twinge of emotion. It bothered him why would she being addressing him with such deference when she was supposed to be his mate? That thought alone had annoyed him. He couldn’t afford to appear weak in front of her, so he quickly masked any emotion with a cruel smile.

“That’s how you should greet an alpha like me,” he said, his tone cold.

Irwin’s heart skipped a beat. The sharpness in his voice sent a shiver down her spine. She cursed under her breath, keeping her head down. She didn’t trust herself to meet his eyes. There was something about him that made her feel vulnerable in ways she couldn’t explain. Better to keep her head low, to avoid releasing something out of her

.

But Dorian wasn’t about to let her hide. His voice cut through the tension like a blade.

“Raise your head, little hybrid,” he commanded, his voice dripping with disdain. “And seriously, you're beginning to despise me already with this attitude you're displaying?”

Irwin swallowed hard before responding, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s better this way.”

Dorian laughed, a low, menacing sound. “Are you frightened already, after seeing me devour that useless guard?” he taunted. “You should expect more of that Irwin. I am much more than they’ve told you.”

Irwin’s stomach twisted in knots, but she forced herself to speak, her voice steady despite her fear. “I will never be scared of you.”

Dorian’s eyes narrowed at her defiance. “Then prove it,” he growled, stepping closer. “Look at me and Face me if you have the courage.”

Irwin gritted her teeth, her pulse quickening as she lifted her head. Their eyes met, and she felt a strange, powerful heat rush through her body, pooling in her stomach. Her knees grew weak, and she clenched her fists to keep steady. 

"Why did this keep happening to me each you're close to me " Irwin thought within.

Dorian’s eyes flicked over her before he turned away, pacing the room. “Why didn’t you act when the guard disrespected you?” he asked, his voice full of reproach. “You slapped him, Yes, but you should have killed him. That’s the only way to deal with such insolence.”

Irwin’s jaw tightened, her anger rising. “I don’t need to kill just to prove my strength, Dorian” she said, her voice sharp. “And I certainly don’t need your protection, if really you think all this stunts you pulled was to prove something.”

The moment the words left her mouth, she realized her mistake. Dorian’s head snapped toward her, his eyes burning with fury. In an instant, he moved with inhuman speed, closing the distance between them. Irwin’s breath hitched, her heart racing as she felt the raw power emanating from him.

“You do need my protection Irwin,” Dorian hissed, his face inches from hers. “And you will admit it.”

His breath brushed against her skin, sending an unexpected shiver down her spine. Irwin opened her mouth to protest, but before she could speak, Dorian’s finger brushed against her lips. She froze, her body betraying her, as her pulse quickened even more.

Dorian’s touch was slow, deliberate. His finger traced the curve of her lips, and despite herself. Irwin felt a deep, undeniable heat bloom inside her. She stood still, breathing heavily, trying to suppress the sensations flooding her senses.

Dorian’s eyes darkened with something dangerous as he watched her reaction. “You think you can stand on your own?” he whispered, his voice low and thick with intent. “ If you think is possible then, Prove it, little hybrid.”

Before she could respond, his lips descended on hers. The kiss was fierce, almost punishing, as though he was trying to dominate her through sheer force. But what surprised Irwin more was her own response. Her body acted on its own, her lips moving against his, her hands gripping his arms as if she couldn’t bear to let go.

Dorian groaned softly as his hands roamed down her body, pulling her closer. His touch was rough, possessive, and yet it ignited something deep within her that she had never felt before. Irwin gasped as he kissed her harder, his hands sliding under her clothes, brushing against her skin.

Her body ached for more, betraying her mind’s efforts to resist. She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips as Dorian’s fingers teased the sensitive skin of her neck, his lips trailing down to her collarbone.

“Dorian…” she whispered, her voice heavy with desire.

He growled in response, his hands moving with more urgency as he tore at her top, exposing her dangling breast to him. His mouth moved to her cleavage, sucking deeply, leaving her gasping for air. Irwin’s mind spun with the intensity of it all, and she clung to him, her nails digging into his back.

Dorian lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the wall, his lips never leaving hers. Irwin wrapped her legs around his waist, her breath coming in ragged gasps as his hands gripped her thighs. The world seemed to blur around them, and all she could focus on was the heat of his body, the pressure of his lips, and the way he made her feel so utterly out of control.

As their passion escalated, Dorian pulled back for just a moment, his eyes locking onto hers with a hunger that sent a chill down her spine. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch surprisingly tender for someone who had just devoured her with such intensity.

“You may deny it all you want,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “But you need my protection. And soon enough, you’ll admit it.”

Irwin’s chest heaved, her body still trembling from the heat of their embrace. She opened her mouth to argue, to protest, but no words came. She was caught in the storm of her own conflicting emotions, desire, fear, anger, and something else she couldn’t quite name.

Dorian’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he watched her struggle. “Say it, little hybrid” he commanded, his voice soft but firm. “Say you need me.”

Irwin’s heart raced, her mind screaming at her to fight back, to resist. But her body betrayed her, the pull between them too strong to deny. She clenched her fists, trying to hold on to whatever shred of defiance she had left.

“I… I don’t—”

Dorian silenced her with another searing kiss, his hands tangling in her hair as he pressed her harder against the wall. Irwin’s breath caught in her throat, and the last of her resistance crumbled. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching toward him as she lost herself in the moment.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes were dark with triumph, and his lips hovered just above hers.

“Admit it,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “You want me, but you're proving stubborn.”

Irwin’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind a whirl of confusion and need. She couldn’t answer him, couldn’t find the words to deny or confirm what she was feeling. All she could do was stare into his eyes, trembling with the force of their connection.

Dorian’s fingers traced the line of her jaw, his touch soft yet commanding. “You may not say it now,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl. “But you will. Soon enough.”

Irwin’s breath hitched, and she knew deep down, beneath the layers of denial and confusion that he was right.

Irwin was swept out of her thoughts as  Dorian carried her, his lips never leaving hers, he moved toward his large bed, thrusting his tongue on hers deeply.

Irwin left a soft cry.