~Damon~
The car smelled like her.
Still.
Even with the windows cracked and the engine humming, her scent lingered on the leather like a f*****g reminder.
My c**k was still sore from how good she sucked my d**k. My palm still tingled from how hard I grabbed her hair.
The Bluetooth crackled, then connected.
“You’ve got three minutes,” I said, putting the call on speaker as I adjusted the steering wheel and leaned back into the seat. My voice was clipped, controlled, sharp enough to draw blood. “Say something useful.”
The man on the other end stammered.
Of course he did.
“Alpha Damon—sir—we’ve received word that the Riker Pack’s West Guard has doubled in size overnight. They’re claiming it’s routine, but our scouts believe they’re planning a move—possibly a direct breach across the
