Take her deeper. Kiss her until she drowns. Bite her until she bleeds. She is wet for us already. She is crying for us. She belongs in our hands, in our mouth, under our c**k.
I dragged my mouth from her lips down to her jaw, slow and hungry, sucking against the sensitive skin until I knew I would leave a bruise that told every eye who she belonged to.
“Do you feel that, kitten?” I growled against her skin. “That is me. That is your Alpha. That is the man who will f**k you until you forget your name, until you forget your pain, until there is nothing left of you except my scent, my seed, and my claim carved into your body.”
I kissed her throat, slower this time, dragging my tongue along her pulse, groaning when I felt it flutter wildly against me.
“You thought I would kill you, baby?
