DAMIEN’S POV

I held her there, pressed against me, her body trembling with need. My fingers were still teasing her through those soft cotton panties, feeling how wet she already was—because of me, only me. The scent of her arousal hit me hard, making my wolf growl low in my chest. She was mine, and tonight she was going to feel it in every possible way.

“Rose,” I murmured, voice rough with want. I hooked my fingers under the edge of her panties and pulled them aside, exposing her to my touch. My fingertips slid through her slick heat, finding her clit swollen and ready. I started rubbing faster, firm...