Morgana’s POV
His grip on my wrist is unbreakable, the heat of his palm burning into my skin like a brand. Sparks shoot up from where he touches me, shooting electricity all over my body and straight to my core.
Crying out softly, I lose my footing and stumble back, my ass pressing into the hard, prominent ridge of his c**k through his pants.
Oh goddess. He’s huge. Impossibly so. How is that—
“Alpha…” I gasp, helplessly, my voice shameful and filled with lust. I open my mouth to say anything, to plead, to beg for what I can’t even make. But the word dies as he spins me around, slamming my back against his desk.
Papers scatter into the air, and his body cages me in.
I forget to breathe.
My goodness he’s magnificent. Tall, broad, his body radiating pure alpha heat. And his scent
