~Lyra~
My throat went dry. My whole body went dry. Except it didn’t, not really, because between my legs it was the opposite, heat rushing in so fast I swore it leaked into the sheets.
Damon’s hand was wrapped around himself like he owned the world, like he was the only man alive worth looking at, and I couldn’t even breathe without feeling it.
“Oh my Goddess,” I whispered. My eyes wouldn’t move. Couldn’t move. They were glued to the thick, veined length of him, his thumb dragging slow over the head, smearing that bead of c*m, his tattoos flexing on his arm as he stroked. My husband. My Alpha. My monster.
And all I could think was how the hell am I supposed to ride that?
“You’re staring, kitten.”
“You missed it. Admit it.”
I shook my head so fast my hair whipped, but my mouth betra
