Chapter 99

Lyra

Oh my God.

Like no, seriously. Oh my fucking God.

Did Damon just say that?

Did he really just stand there—broad and bloodstained and terrifyingly hot with those dark Alpha eyes still glowing—and announce to the world, to Camilla, to me, that yes, he had been fucking me?

Yes, yes he did.

His eyes burned with that dark, possessive fire when he took a step closer, his voice dropping even deeper, viscous as molasses and twice as filthy.

“She has that trembling, desperate look in her eyes when I’m inside her—you know, that voice-cracking, breath-melting please don’t stop look? I grab her hips and drive in deeper until her walls clench around me like she’s a fucking vise. And the sounds she makes? God, the way her throat tightens when I knot her…” His fingers trailed over my belly, dragging under my shirt so slow it made me quake, absolutely frictionless just off skin. “…she arches, bites her lip, and fucking moans my name so fucking l