The Alpha I shouldn't crave
I breathed, because I was too far gone to care about consequences, too desperate for this connection to think rationally.
He pulled my shorts and underwear down in one motion, tossing them aside, and then his hand was between my thighs, fingers sliding through my slick folds.
"Fuck, you're soaked," Damon groaned, circling my clit with deliberate pressure. "All this for me?"
"Yes," I admitted shamelessly, my hips rolling to meet his touch. "Damon, please—"
He pushed two fingers inside, curling them to hit that perfect spot, and I cried out, my back arching off the mattress.