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“Are you saying you need me?” His amber eyes burn as they gaze at me.
I nod. “Iris needs you too.”
“Iris...” He rubs his face and clutches at his fiery strands. “There’s no way she’s a beta.”
“She’s an omega.”
“Not just any fucking omega.”
“No. She’s my mate.”
A haunted look comes over Damon. “No, she’s mine.”
I stare at him. “Iris is your fated mate?”
Damon nods and takes another swig of the scotch.
Leaning forward, I snatch the bottle from him. “You’ve had enough.”
“She’s both our mate?” he says in a weak voice. “How’s that even possible?”
“I don’t know but her scent is still affecting me,” I say through clenched teeth. “She’s upstairs and we’re here but my body still won’t stop reacting to her.”
“Fuck! I haven’t felt this horny since the first time you went into heat.” The look in his amber eyes intensifies.
My cock pulses at his unspoken invitation.
At the same time, my mind goes to the incident that frayed our bond.
Damon was recently healed from the injuries he sustained at the hands of the terrorists who’d imprisoned him. While his body healed, his mind seemed to have been affected by the torture he endured.
Damon bit me, scratched me bloody, and tore out my hair while he took me that one night two years ago. There was no warmth or affection in the way he used my body.
There was no pleasure. Only pain.
Caleb found me the next morning, bruised and bloodied. The sight disturbed him so much, that he punished Damon brutally.
Damon accepted the punishment without any protest but it was the start of our fading bond. He was my alpha, my mate, but he never touched me again. The intimacy we once shared was lost since that day.
“What does she smell like to you?” I ask in a low voice.
“Like summer,” he answers. “Fuck! Just one whiff of her and I was intoxicated. Roses, raspberries, blue skies, and butterflies. That’s what she smells like, Jules.” Getting to his feet, he staggers toward the door.
“Damon!” I call out. “Where’re you going?”
“I want her,” he says with a low whine in his voice.
Shit! Sober Damon is unpredictable.
Drunk and dazed Damon is a disaster waiting to happen.
Abandoning my drink, I walk out of the kitchen.
Damon is nowhere in sight.
Cursing under my breath, I hurry toward my bedroom.
The door is ajar by the time I reach upstairs.
