••• Victoria's POV •••
We returned to the pack house under the cover of night, the tension between us thick enough to choke on. Damien said nothing as he opened the door, his eyes dark with something primal—hungry. I stepped inside, and the door clicked shut behind me.
The next moment, his hands were on me.
His mouth crashed against mine with a desperation I hadn’t seen before, like he’d waited a thousand years to taste me and couldn’t wait another second. His hands traced my hips, my waist, my spine—everywhere at once—as if memorizing what had always been his.
When he pulled away, his breathing was ragged. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I barely had time to respond before he lifted me off the ground and carried me to the bedroom, dropping me onto the bed like I was
