~DAMON~
Three days later
Maddox is prowling inside my skull, restless and feral. Laia’s scent fills the air, sweet and inviting, driving him mad. I force him down, grit my teeth, and focus on the memories of our training just 3 nights ago. The way she pouted, the way she smiled, the way she felt in my arms in the short moments I allowed myself to hold her before pushing her back.
Lady Marissa, the woman running that damn We Heat Together, made it clear early on: “Laia requested to spend her Heat alone.” Her choice. One we’re expected to respect. One I am expected to respect.
Even with Maddox pressing hard against my control, raining hell inside my head, demanding I go to her, I stand outside, eyes pressed shut, trying to smell anything except her sweet scent.
Damn her for being so stu
