Lilith's POV
From dawn to dusk, Dax pins me down, relentless.
As the last light fades, I'm boneless, utterly spent, while he—f*****g Alpha—shows no sign of exhaustion, his chest rising steady.
If I hadn't begged through sobs, he'd probably still be going.
He carries me to the bathroom, my silver fur still clinging to my skin. For the first time, I manage to will it away, one trait at a time, but it drains me.
My toes won't even curl, and I slump against his sweat-slicked chest, letting him handle me.
Hot water washes the stickiness between my thighs, but then his knuckles nudge my swollen, sensitive folds.
I gasp, clamping my legs shut. "No… can't…"
Our naked bodies press together, and I feel his c**k stirring again.
I've lost count of how many times he's c*m inside me. How t
