Lilith's POV
"Why...isn't she showing up...ah…" My voice breaks, gasping as I ask Jarek, but he's too lost in savage pleasure to hear me.
Jarek didn't answer—couldn't.
His movements are rough, commanding, his Alpha strength leaving me powerless to resist.
My wolf, though I can't speak to her, approved him.
I know—he's my mate. At least one of them…
"Mm...stop...wait!" I pant, struggling, my hands scratching faint marks on his arms—more like flirting than fighting.
He thrusts too deep, pain and pleasure crashing together, making me tremble.
I push against his hips, trying to gain some distance, but my body's too weak, my resistance more like an invitation.
"Honey, I knew it...you're mine." His chest presses against my back, one hand kneading my breast, the other splayed on my s
