Olive's POV
He slipped a finger into my cunt, slowly taking over my territory like a well-thought ambush. Fire crackled from my core, sparking a volcano in my head. I bit down on my lower lip, stifling the whimper that rose to my throat.
"You want me to f**k you?" He said, keeping his strokes simple, but malevolent.
Looking into his crystal blue eyes, I saw desire and mischief floating over them. He had the composure of a very bad man who knew what he wanted. I saw myself in them, and I knew he wanted me.
Emilia had high praises of him. She respected him like a god. But I wanted to know for myself who Alpha Orvyn was. Feeling his c**k in my p***y, f****d to the edge in his royal pool was a step in progress.
"Orvyn..." I could barely hold on to his masculine hunk.
"Answer the question
