Chapter 6

Lyra

I didn’t even make it to the bed.

I barely got the door closed.

I stumbled inside my room like my legs didn’t belong to me, like I wasn’t human anymore, just some sick, soaked thing possessed by the scent of him. Of Damon. Of Alpha. His sweat. His skin. His cock.

Fuck.

My back hit the door with a thud.

I just stood there. Shaking. Breathing like I’d just run miles barefoot through snow. My hands were trembling. My cunt was throbbing. My panties stuck to me like wet silk, soaked straight through, clinging to the lips of my pussy like they were trying to keep the heat inside.

But it was useless.

I was dripping.

So fucking wet it felt wrong.

I peeled the robe off my skin in one slow, breathless motion. My nipples were hard, stiff like diamonds, brushing the air, brushing my hair. Every movement made me whimper.

The cool air kissed my chest.

But my skin was burning.

I was fire. Flame. Fucking need.