Aurélie POV
There was something wrong with the space between Damien and me.
Not wrong charged.
It hummed. A low, vibrating current that made the air feel thicker, heavier, like it was pressing in on my skin. Being this close to him was suffocating… and at the same time, dangerously intoxicating.
I hated how easily he got under my skin. Hated that I couldn’t pinpoint whether it was him or something broken inside me that reacted so violently to his presence.
He wore aftershave. I was close enough to catch it fully now, the scent still sharp and potent, spiced with something warm and masculine. Beneath it lingered that unmistakable leathery sweetness that was him. The combination sent my wolf into a restless frenzy.
She pushed against my restraint, urging me closer.
Breathe him in. Tas
