*Emily*
Goddess, this Alpha is so sexy. My body reacts to his touch as if an electric current is shooting through my nerves. My eyes are closed, but I picture his firm, defined muscles against my skin as I run my fingers down toward the sensitive area between my legs.
Alpha Tristan is pure magic.
“Ahh!” calls a voice, and it’s clearly not Alpha Tristan. “Yes! Yes!”
A sharp slap whips across my face, forcing my eyes open.
Shit.
On top of me, with his crooked teeth exposed in a full smile and a gust of hot, stinking breath invading my breathing space, is Stephen.
What a f*****g disappointment.
He slaps me again, hard, and laughs. It seems to be his new thing lately since those Alphas dragged me back to him, and I’ve been walking around with a big, ugly purple bruise on my cheek for d
