(Ember's POV)
The taste wasn't mutton.
My eyes flew open.
Oh no.
Oh no no no.
Panic thundered in my chest as I realized what my mouth was chewing on… wasn't meat.
It was warm. Firm. Soft and plump.
My gaze locked onto his—Damon's. His eyes, wide in horror, stared at me like I had grown horns and started singing opera.
My body froze, the truth slamming into me like a runaway cart. I was fucking chewing on the Alpha's lips.
'What a dumb way to die?'
A scream tore from my throat. I flung myself backward so fast that my head hit the floor with a dull thud. Pain exploded at the back of my skull, but I didn't care—I squeezed my eyes shut like it would erase what had just happened.
Maybe if I stayed still long enough, he would think it was a nightmare. Maybe I could pretend I fainted again. Maybe I could disappear into the floor and never face this humiliation.
But his voice cracked through my thoughts, disbelieving and edged with rage. "You bit me?"
