Damon's arms wrapped around me before I could drop to the floor. The moment he had me in his embrace, I let out an uncontrollable sigh of relief, curling further deeper into his hold. He was shirtless, and the extra skin-on-skin contact was doing wonders in improving my mood and clearing my head, even as the throbbing between my legs grew more intense.
The fragrance that lingered on his body was a mix of perfume and something purely his― the foreign scent had me boiling all over and I wanted nothing more than to rid him of it and replace it with my own.
I nuzzled his neck, trying to replace that interloper's scent with my own, quiet growls escaping my throat. How dare someone lay their grubby little hands over what was mine? Who was the person who had the fortune to spend time with my shirtless mate?
I looked over Damon's shoulder to catch a glimpse of the culprit responsible, only to see a regrettably familiar face.
