ROSETTE’S POV
It wasn’t Alpha Command. I could have resisted if I wanted to.
I didn’t want to.
My thighs parted. His hand slipped between them, fingers brushing against the fabric of my underwear.
Soaked. Goddess, I was soaked already, just from his proximity and his voice and the anticipation of what was about to happen.
He made a sound low in his throat. Approval. Hunger.
“You’re already wet.” The words were a growl against my ear. “Already ready for me. And we haven’t even started.”
The vibrator pressed against my entrance through the ruined fabric. I felt him push my underwear aside, felt the cool smoothness of the toy against my heated flesh, felt—
“Oh Goddess.”
He slid it inside me with devastating precision. Slow. Thorough. Not stopping until it was fully seated, curved per
