And then—God help her—she opened her mouth again.
“Sir, I’m still a medical professional…”
And that was when Damon stepped forward.
One step.
Just one.
And she froze like her soul had been drop-kicked into another dimension.
“Do not speak,” he said. “Not to me. Not to her. Not to anyone about what you just saw. You are in my home, in my territory, examining my mate. And what I choose to do to her body is none of your concern the second your job is finished.”
The doctor blinked.
She blinked like she didn’t even know how blinking worked anymore.
“You will pack your bag,” Damon continued, his voice sharper now, darker. “You will not speak a word about the scent in this room. You will not describe her slick. You will not hint at what you saw on her face or what noises she made while y
