Sophie's POV The ancient presence was present in my head, twisting my mind like a heavy shadow. It wasn’t Victor. It wasn’t the Shadow Pack. It felt older than both, something that had been sleeping beneath the mountain for centuries, now stirring because of me.“Damon,” I whispered, gripping his arm. “There’s something else here. In the mountain. It wants.. me.”His silver eyes narrowed. He was still gloriously naked, his powerful body glistening with water and sweat, his thick cock hanging heavy between his legs, still slick from our last mating. Even after everything, the sight of him send more fluid to the pussy and I wanted more of him. I had never felt so slutty for a man before. Talk more of a werewolf. “We’ll deal with it later,” he said, and pulled me close. “Right now, I need to make sure you’re safe. And full.”Before I could protest, his mouth came down on mine. The kiss was so active and desperate. His hands roamed my body like he owned it, squeezing my breasts, pinch
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