Zevara's POV
My breath trembled. “I want you to f**k me, my Alpha sir.”
The words spilled out of my lips—steady despite the tremors in my lips. Firm—because I meant every single word.
He didn't say a word; just his posture still rigid. His eyes staring down at me like I'm a sinner at his mercy; I bet he can see my dripping pink cunt. Then his nose twitched like he's already giddy from my scent and arousal.
I didn't f*****g hold back anymore. “I want you to claim me, my Alpha sir.“
I'm not ashamed anymore; I have accepted my fate. “I came to let you know that my untouched cunt is yours now. To use. To claim. To ruin…. I present myself as a living sacrifice for you.“
My words surprised me. They were like nursery poems.
Where did I learn those words from?
I guess arousal and desper
