Because he leaned in even closer, his eyes dark, his mouth tilted in that infuriating half-smirk, and with that exact same voice Damon used when he had me shaking last night, he said it.
“I wanna f**k you,” Daren murmured, slow and deliberate, like he was dropping a match into a field of gasoline on purpose. “Oh, f**k, I wanna f**k you. I want to put my fingers in your p***y and pinch that f*****g pink c**t of yours… and watch you squirt all over my f*****g face.”
I swear my entire soul left my body.
I froze. Absolutely froze. My wolf froze. My mouth opened but nothing came out.
“That’s it, kitten,” he murmured in that same low voice, the one that sounded so much like Damon’s it made my whole head spin. “Good girl.”
“Stop calling me that!” I snapped, except it came out too shaky, way
