Freya's POV
"Alpha, please," I beg, the desperation in my voice growing more urgent with each passing moment. "I need you to fill me. I'll do anything, just please, let me come."
Logan chuckles, a low, dangerous rumble in his chest. "Anything, you say?" he asks, his eyes darkening with lust.
"Yes, Alpha," I reply, my voice pleading.
A low chuckle escapes Logan's lips as he pulls me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. My body burns with a newfound fire, a desire so intense it feels as though it could consume me whole.
Positioning himself at my entrance, he meets my gaze, his eyes dark and possessive. In that moment, all thoughts of virginity and caution fly from my mind. I want this. I need this.
"Are you ready, Piccola?" he growls, his voice rough with
