I could taste the alcohol on his breath—he’d been drinking. That should’ve made me angry. And it did.
But it didn’t stop the desire growing inside me.
A rush of adrenaline surged through my body the moment I felt the scorching tip of the werewolf pressing against my aching folds.
This is madness. A dangerous, intoxicating madness.
I want him—gods, how I want him—but everything about this is wrong. So wrong.
And yet... I can’t bring myself to push him away.
Trying to push alpha, but in vain.
He digs even harder into my lips and penetrates in one movement deep into me.
My mind screams that I should push him away—that this is wrong in every possible way.
But my body... my body betrays me, responding with a hunger that matches his own.
I let out muffled protests, squirming beneath h
