Chapter 16

• He’s shirtless, with sweatpants slung low on his tight hips, his muscles glistening with sweat, like he’s just been working out. He looks a lot like he did the other night at my apartment, right after he got done fucking me, and my pussy clenches at the memory.
• He’s smirking as he watches me checking him out. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?” He slides his hand down over his abs toward his waistband, knowing my eye will follow the movement. There’s at least a six-pack there, maybe more, tight and well-defined. His skin is pale just above his pants, and I swallow a lump in my throat at the memory of what’s concealed just below the gray fabric.
• He chuckles as he turns and crosses the kitchen to get water. I hurry out of the room, go upstairs, and try not to think about Alpha Damon’s mouthwatering body while I take the most necessary and satisfying cold shower of my life,it’s warm enough being a werewolf.