Chapter 93

Lyra

Okay so listen, I know this is going to sound crazy—and I swear I’m not even exaggerating—but the moment that last elder walked out and the door slammed shut? I felt it.

Like not in a subtle, oh-what-a-tense-moment kind of way. No. I mean I felt it in my chest. In my throat. In my freaking pussy.

I knew what was about to happen and my legs were already trembling because Damon was standing behind me, breathing like he had murder in his lungs and sex in his veins, and I just knew.

I fucking knew he was about to lose it.

He didn’t even speak at first. He didn’t say a single word. He just stood there with his big Alpha body radiating heat like a goddamn volcano while I sat there—still in that stupid bloody chair, still pulsing between my legs, still trying to pretend I wasn’t so horny I could cry.

And then?

Oh my God.

He slammed his hand down on the table. Not gently. Not like a little warning tap. I mean he slammed it like the