Chapter 35

Lyra

Okay. Okay. Okay. Wait.

WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK.

I blinked.

Once.

Twice.

My legs were sore. Like run-over-by-a-truck sore. Like holy-fucking-Alpha sore. My thighs were shaking before I even moved and there was this weird throbbing pressure between them like someone had crammed a goddamn tree branch inside me and then left it there.

I wasn’t even fully awake yet.

And my first thought?

I fucked my best friend’s dad.

No. Wait. That wasn’t right.

I got fucked by my best friend’s dad.

I gasped, hand flying to my mouth like maybe that’d shut my brain up but it didn’t. It got louder.

We fucked. We did it. I finally tasted Damon fucking Thornvale’s cock.

Oh my god.

I felt it in my throat again. Like my mouth remembered. My tongue twitched like it could still taste him. Salty. Bitter. So fucking huge I gagged like a virgin whore and he’d loved it.

“Fuck,” I whispered,