Every space of skin that touched Scar was on fire and the more Damon refused to pull away, the stronger the heat that spread between her grew. She drew in a ragged breath and bit her lip in the darkness, daring to feather her fingertips across his stomach, feeling the smooth, rippled skin. His muscles tensed and she hoped with everything she had that he was just as affected as she was—this pull, this bond was maddening. “Careful,” he growled, an arm snaking around her neck as his strong hands gripped the base of her skull and his fingers threaded in her hair. Scar closed her eyes against the sensation of it. “I am a man known for his control, but this—this is getting dangerous, anasa mou.” Those affectionate words were her undoing. She knew with every fiber of her being that they were meant for her—for only her. Just like this magnificent creature beside her. By some twist of fate, Damon Hunt was meant just for her. She was molten to the core at the thought of it. Of its own

Waiting sucked. That’s all there was to it. She was glad that there was a plan in place to get Hazel out of there, but she couldn’t stand that there was nothing she could do to contribute to it. Down there she was completely cut off, with no way of knowing how things were going. She didn’t know if the plan had been put into motion yet, or how far along it might be, or if anything was going wrong. And of course, as she had pointed out, there was no end to things that could go wrong. Hell, she wouldn’t know anything until that door opened and Damon came in to whisk me away, by which point the plan would already have been completed. Or until someone else came in, like Alan or Shadow . At which point she could probably assume it had all gone to hell in a hand basket. She ended up spending several long hours doing nothing but nervously pacing. All the things she didn’t know were driving her out of my mind. Had Shadow already forced Damon to “neglect ” her? Were the Lauchair's on the w

Scar threw her arm around his neck and kissed him deeply. She bent and started kissing all over his chest. She moved up and down and forward and backward and side to side, not missing an inch of his flesh. He ran his fingers through her hair, caressing her scalp, and rubbing his other hand over her back. She started to move lower, coming down to his already stiff cock, grasping it in one hand and cradling his balls with the other as her mouth wrapped hungrily around the head. She made slow, languid bobbing motions with her head, lifting her eyes to watch his expression as she did. She also kept humming softly around the stiff thing filling her mouth. “Mmm… mmm… mmm…” He continued to stroke her hair, and then rolled his head back, grunting in appreciation. Scar continued blowing him, enjoying the feel of his cock in her mouth, for as long as her pussy could stand to remain empty,. which that morning was not all that long. Pretty soon her cunt was dripping with anticipation, hungry

Scar blinked her eyes open and got back down on her feet, frowning slightly. “Um, it's fine .” “Come on, Scar,” Damon said, taking her by the arm. “If we’re going to do this, we ought to get going. We need to decide what we’re going to say.” Damon and Scar spent the better part of an hour discussing how they were going to approach this, never quite coming up with any one perfect plan that they were completely happy with. It was getting full on dark by the time they finally decided the only thing to do was to go there and just make the best of it. Once we’d made that decision, Scar slumped her shoulders with a sigh and accepted it, absently turning her head to look around. And in so doing, She happened to notice a small circle of pack members gather around, whispering conspiratorially amongst each other. She couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but by the looks on their faces and the way they kept looking toward the woods in the direction that the rebel village lay, she got

“I’m sorry, Damon . Even if she really means us no harm, the rest of her pack, who knows she’s been here now, certainly does. They’ll use her against us.” “Shadow you should know I will not pick from your options !” Damon whimpered. “And how long do you think this pack will accept her?” Shadow said. “Knowing she’s a witch , who’s to say they won’t butcher her in her sleep?” “I am !” Damon insisted. "I am the alpha! I can forbid anyone from touching her!” Shadow sighed. “Damon , you have a big heart. And I’m proud of that. But a witch can never be welcome among us.” Scar's head hung in dismay. “We could have run away together,” she told them. “We were tempted to do that, even. To get away from all the fighting, the hate, the anger… but we came back. We wanted to put an end to this feud, before anyone else either of us cared about got hurt, or worse.” “Big dreams,” one of the pack named Cole said. “It’s easier said than done. There’s no making peace with a pack of killers and