Damon tried to squash down the butterflies that were hammering at the walls of his stomach and calm the acceleration of his heartbeat just at the sight of his beautiful Omega, with little success. It only jumped up another notch when Clary stepped forward with an outstretched hand and spoke in that sinfully deep voice, the voice that tightened its hold on Damon with every syllable that fell from those perfectly plump lips. He just about registered the words his mate spoke, so wrapped up in the sound of her voice and the scent that was emanating from him in waves. Every time he spent any time away from Clary,...