Damon's POV
Elena had jumped from under me like I was molten lava. One second, I was buried in the scent of her arousal, the feel of her skin against mine—everything—and the next, the atmosphere had been completely obliterated.
All thanks to the stupid fucker behind that door.
Whoever it was better have a damn good reason for the interruption. Because if not? They weren't going to live long enough to see the sun rise. I was seconds away from snapping necks.
Grinding my jaw, I found a pair of sweatpants and yanked them on, muscles tight, my beasts raging beneath my skin. I could feel both of them—feral, volatile, starving. They didn't like being interrupted either. And all three of us wanted blood.
Meanwhile, Elena had run to the balcony. No words. No eye contact. Just gone, like what we shared hadn't just set the entire fucking room on fire.
