Harper’s POV
Damon’s grin widened, sharp and wicked. “Smart girl. Yeah, I do. Keeps life interesting.” He wiped the last bit of blood off his cheek with the back of his hand, but his eyes never left mine. “Most Alphas want peace. Order. I want the edge. The fight. And right now?” He stepped even closer, his chest brushing mine. “I want you on that edge with me.”
My wolf pushed forward, wanting to lean in, to taste him. I fought it for half a second, then gave up. I played along, just like he wanted. My free hand came up and pressed flat against his chest, feeling the hard muscle under his shirt, the way his heart thumped steady and strong. “Then show me more,” I whispered back. I let my body melt against his, my hips shifting just enough to feel the growing hardness in his pants press in
