Chapter 7

Lyra

Fuck. There was no point honestly.

There was no fucking point in even checking the time again.

No point in grabbing my phone again or pretending I’d sleep. Sleep was a lie. A cruel fucking fantasy I kept telling myself while my body throbbed, my cunt ached, and my skin burned like someone had set fire to it from the inside.

My limbs wouldn’t stay still.

My legs twitched.

My feet kept flexing.

My fingers? Still tingling.

Every time I closed my eyes, I didn’t see dreams.

I saw him.

Damon. Alpha. Daddy. The man whose voice had already broken me from the other side of a door. Who hadn’t even touched me and still left me shaking through three orgasms that barely scratched the itch he put in me.

I shifted on the bed, and my thighs stuck together… wet, raw, used. The slick was cold now, and it made everything sharper. I could feel it drying on the inside of my legs, between my folds, everywhere.

I should’ve