I barely had time to breathe, barely had time to even look at Damon’s face breaking open with wild joy, before the next wave ripped through me—harder, hotter, faster.
“No no no no noooooo!” I wailed, thrashing against him. “Damon, I can’t! I can’t do it again, I’m done, I’m dead, I swear I’m dead!”
And then, three seconds later—another cry.
Back to back. Two pups. One after another, so fast I thought my body had just exploded.
I collapsed against the bed, sobbing hysterically, my whole chest shaking. “Oh my God, Damon! That’s four! FOUR!
“That’s four,” he whispered.
He was crying into my hair, into my skin, his hands trembling as they cupped my face like I was holy, like I was the altar he was kneeling at. And before I could even blink, his lips were on me, kissing my forehead, my
