The boardroom was a slaughterhouse of blood, broken glass, and the heavy scent of raw s*x and dominance. Alexander stood over the bodies of the rival alphas he had torn apart with his bare hands, his massive frame still partially shifted, silver fur rippling across his powerful shoulders and chest. His c**k hung heavy between his thighs, still semi-hard and glistening with my juices and multiple loads of his c*m. I was a complete mess — blouse torn open, breasts exposed and covered in his marks and bites, skirt bunched uselessly around my waist, thighs soaked with his seed leaking steadily from my well-f****d, still-gaping p***y. The fresh mate mark on my neck throbbed with every heartbeat, sending constant waves of dark, addictive pleasure straight to my core.
He turned to me, silver eye
