Amelia’s POV
I struggled to catch my breath as I leaned up. Behind me, Damien righted my pants first and then his own. The sounds of the forest were gentle, the leaves rustling, a bird singing to the morning sun.
Yet the space between Damien and I was deathly quiet. He didn’t say a word, and neither did I.
Instead, I searched internally, checking in with my rampaging feelings. I’d gone through a lot already this morning, feeling the freedom of the wolf, almost losing myself to it, to then be brought back through the connection with my mate, and then to be overwhelmed by that connection to the point of unbridled lust.
I didn’t regret what happened. How could I? What we just did was so hot, and I wanted it so badly. I still loved Damien, still desired him so much, even if I was also stil
