I gasped. And not just a cute little oh-my-God type of gasp. I mean the kind that escaped involuntarily, straight from my chest like it had ripped itself out of my lungs. My mouth flew open.
My back arched. My thighs clenched so hard I probably gave myself a charley horse. Because Damon—Damon Thornvale, the scariest, hottest, most emotionally confusing Alpha to ever walk this planet—just whispered the filthiest thing I had ever heard in my life.
Luna gagging on Alpha c**k. That’s what he said. Out loud. With a straight face. Like it was a perfectly normal Tuesday.
I just blinked at him, completely stunned. I was absolutely speechless for about two-point-five seconds, which is saying something because I talk more than I breathe. My brain was glitching. My hormones were screaming. My p**
