The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 186: They Can Only Stare & Not Touch

Chapter 186: They Can Only Stare & Not Touch

ZINA

While Zina understood why Daemon chose to still reside at his former quarters, what she didn’t understand was why the corridors leading to his chambers were empty and devoid of any soul.

Something twisted within Zina at the thought of something bad happening to him. Hell, a tongue had been allegedly delivered to the man and they were yet to trace who was the culprit that was responsible for such blemish. So no matter that Daemon was a supreme shifter, he was still very much a mortal that could die under silver or something worse.

Hackles raised, she journeyed carefully, on guard. She had some defense skills, and even if there was some lurking assassin, she doubted they would be able to take her down so easily.

Without knowing it, paranoia over her missing staff had taken over her and she was creeping to Daemon’s room without taking much cognizance of her direction. Instead, her eyes searched seriously for signs of an intruder while her legs carried her forward without her knowledge that she was already deep into Daemon’s chambers.

That was until she hit something hard and wet. She let out a high-pitched scream while her hands darted out to land a hit at whoever it was in a self-defense move that instead had her slipping on the long robe of her slip that had chosen that moment to tangle against her legs.

Now a mess of tangled limbs, flailing hands, and imbalanced posture, she naturally fell freely towards the ground. But before she could land, strong hands wound against her back, holding her in place.

Zina’s eyes widened as she took in dark ones that narrowed at her in confusion. Her eyes trailed downwards only to find out that indeed, the man’s torso was naked. Her whole body probably turned tomato red at that while she quickly glued her eyes back at his face.

His hands still holding her from falling, Daemon pulled her closer until she could see the details that swirled in his eyes. Their bodies were touching, and yet not touching for the only point of contact was his burning hand against her back. They were so close like some decadent couple dancing to some outrageous sensual music, and yet, they were seemingly far away.

"It’s you." Zina spluttered in an attempt to break down the stifling silence.

He curled an eyebrow at her in that manner that only made his eyes darken more from the hint of amusement that was waiting at the sidelines in them.

"Were you expecting another in my room? Perhaps a secret lover?"

Zina laughed nervously, although the sound came out unnaturally, almost giving her away. "Another in your room? Don’t you like to joke?" She exclaimed anxiously, trying to look anywhere but at the bare torso that was dripping with water that stained her chest area with wetness.

It was either Daemon was utterly ignorant to the state of her slip getting drenched by him, or he was just pretending that one drop of water hadn’t landed square on her nipples, causing the thing to pucker and stand out against her already see-through slip.

His next words confirmed that he wasn’t ignorant after all. "Do you normally parade about the castle in your slip?" he asked, his eyes flaring with something dark and almost sinister.

Zina scoffed internally. Was the man being serious? She was wearing a damn rope that could be mistaken for a dress over her already too long slip. Even if he didn’t see that, surely he figured the reason behind her less than graceful fall.

Instead of saying all that thought, she said, "And do you normally walk around half naked." She made a show of looking around the room. "Pray tell, you don’t expose yourself as so to the maidservants? Sweet goddess, I do pity them though for they can only stare and not touch."

Daemon scoffed lightly, seeming to be struggling to keep in his amusement. His lips curved into a haunting smile. "Stare and not touch? Pray tell why that is?"

His eyes were daring her, and oh, Zina had always been so stupid that she never knew when to run away from one.

Her hands crept up to him, and her eyes finally made a much dreaded descent, landing on his dark haired chest.

Zina had not seen much of a naked man, but Daemon’s chest was a masterpiece she could stare at for days without getting tired of it. He was all chiseled muscles, honed from years of combat and war. The dark hair that sprinkled across his chest seemed to dance in the dim light of the room drawing her gaze deeper.

The contours of his muscles seemed to ripple beneath his skin as he breathed, making her fingers twitch with the urge to explore. She wanted to touch him, to feel him, and yet, her fingers remained stiff in the air.

There was denying her lack of experience, nor the shyness and embarrassment tucked underneath it. Daemon seemed to sense her hesitation for his fingers wrapped around hers, resting her hand on his chest.

Her heart jumped out of her throat, and he simply took in her visceral reaction with mild amusement although there was nothing mild nor slightly amusing about the heat that flickered between them, and the sparks that went off at the mere sight of that part of their body touching. Zina could hear her breathing in her own ears, while Daemon was the raging calm after a storm as his hand guided her lower.

They trailed from his chest towards his well defined pecs, and Zina counted his packs in a bid to distract herself from the overwhelming reaction she was having just at the mere fact that he was touching her... and she was touching him.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Six...

Of course the man had six packs; the man was the perfect creation that the goddess blessed their world with. While not as nearly tall as Marcus, nor was he nearly as buffed up as Yaren, Daemon had this contagious charisma to himself. His height and build were cut and molded as if to fit his persona of impersonification.

Whether as Unia or as the Ripper, Daemon was already blessed with a carriage that only the gods could boast of. The man didn’t need flamboyant gestures to be noticed in the room, nor did he need to open his mouth much to command the respect he deserves. He spoke not with words, nor with his actions... he simply spoke with him... all of him.

Words couldn’t explain it, but the more they were closer in proximity, the more Zina could see how Daemon would make for a terrifyingly great Alpha King.

She was jolted out of her wandering thoughts when their hands kept descending his six packs to... what where?

Zina panicked slightly, blushing all the way to her toes although she didn’t struggle to remove her hand. Surely they were not doing something so decadent first thing in the morning?

Daemon seemed to be studying her intently as if searching for something in her reaction. He stopped their fingers from any further descent, resting it on the area just above his hip bones. That was when he said something that completely drained the blood out of her face.

"Why didn’t you tell me about Igar?"