Harper’s POV
I stood there in the middle of the formal pack dinner hall like a fool, my blood-red silk dress completely soaked. The hot wine Tina had spilled stuck the thin fabric to my skin, making it see-through. My breasts were on full display for every eye in the room. The cold air hit my wet n*****s and they hardened right away, poking out like they had a mind of their own. Heat rushed to my face. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.
Rage burned in my chest. Shame made my stomach twist. But the worst part? That unwanted spark between my legs. Because Damon’s eyes were locked on me. Dark. Hungry. Like he wanted to rip the rest of the dress off and take me right there on the table. I hated how my body reacted to that look. My thighs pressed together without me telling
