The squelching noises were obscene. Sticky. Loud. The air reeked of s*x and slick and sweat. My thighs slapped against the sheets. My hips rolled. I was a mess. A needy, dripping, crying slut of a mess.
“Please…Alpha…please…”
I moaned into the room like a f*****g offering.
My fingers curled again. My p***y squeezed around them like it was trying to keep them in. But they weren’t enough. They were too thin. Too short. Too human. And I needed a monster. I needed that thick c**k I’d felt pressing into my stomach, so f*****g high up it made me think he could f**k my soul out of my body.
My thighs started to shake.
My breath came out in short, sharp pants. My n*****s were rock hard, tight points brushing the air with every movement. My free hand grabbed one, twisted, pulled until pain lit
