Chapter 17

••• Damien’s POV ••• Looking at her injured fingers, I felt something stirred inside me - hurt and guilt because I didn't think it through before giving her a gun that was usually used by he-wolves rather than the smaller ones used by she-wolves? It was such an unfamiliar feeling. I had never cared about how other she-wolves felt before. It must be because of the matebond, I thought. It was never my intention to lick the blood from her injured fingers, but it seemed like my body had a mind of its own as I brought her hand to my lips. Although my body moved on its own, subconsciously, I knew it was a move only meant to make the blood stop and to soothe the pain in those fingers. My tongue poked out from between my lips, and the moment it made contact, I was hit by such a strong desire for her. The taste of her blood awakened something within me. Something primal that even my wolf was feeling it as well. Eros’ howl of arousal intensified my own need to mark her, to make her mine. Those n