Amelia’s POV
“Upstairs,” Damien growled as we parted for breath, the first of many commands I hoped on hearing tonight.
I worried my bottom lip with her teeth, in a poor attempt to hide my smile. “Yes, Alpha.”
I scurried upstairs in a hurry, with him only a half-step behind me, so close I could feel his warmth. I entered the bedroom, but he didn’t let me get too far before his arm wrapped around my waist and he yanked me back against his hard chest.
Reaching back he closed and locked the door behind us. Then, turning me in his arms, he covered my lips with his. He shuffled us a little, then pressed me up against the wall, his mouth still on mine, his tongue licking its way into my mouth.
He kissed me like a drowning man searching for drink. I clawed at his shoulders, holding on as he
