Kyra blushed, unable to bring herself to meet his gaze, while Damon smirked knowingly.
But one question kept running through his mind: How the hell had he lost control last night? He had even shared her with Lucas, something he never imagined he would do. Damon had always prided himself on his self-control, even when Kyra was in heat, he had managed to restrain himself. But last night… something had changed.
Kyra had the same question. Damon had always been possessive—someone who wouldn't even consider sharing what was his. And yet, last night, that possessiveness seemed to slip away.
'Well, it's your hormone scent,' Kaia's amused voice chimed in. 'We Frostlyns release an addictive scent for our mates that drives them wild, makes them lose their minds with excitement. It's only natural.' Kaia's laughter echoed in Kyra's thoughts.
