Isabelle.
Now she was a true woman. Beautiful, sensual, and far from the innocent image everyone in the pack believed her to be. The perfect picture of the virtuous, poor omega, the sister of the little fool he had been toying with, had been anything but. Damon’s smirk widened as he recalled the first time he had her.
It had been a game to him, a way to amuse himself while biding time. Isabelle had been a challenge, her reputation as pure and untouchable making her all the more enticing. But when he finally had her, he was genuinely surprised. She hadn’t been a trembling, inexperienced girl. No, Isabelle knew exactly what she was doing, and she had been incredible. Confident, commanding, and utterly unrestrained, she had drained him of every ounce of his seed that night, her p***y milkin
