Dove pov
I think I could throw up if I really put my mind to it.
People are looking at me now, mumbling incoherently between themselves. I'm seated beside the Alpha, having unwittingly received the most coveted invitation of the night.
Even if I'm hoping it is fleeting.
"Every woman Claude has brought up here to seduce has known all about his methods of seduction," Varian tells me. "I get the sense you do not."
My brows crease as I dare glance at him.I've decided I both like and dislike the way he looks at me. It's so intense, so deliberate. He knows his power, knows the effect he has on people.
He knows that were he to instruct me to get down on my knees before him, to take his c**k into my mouth I would probably do it with not much thought at all.
"What do you mean by that?" I ask
