Justin
I no longer had a name.
Not really.
Here, in this sterile kingdom of white marble and cold lights, I was simply “Patient Halderman.” A set of vital signs. A collection of failing organs. A c**k that ached constantly because she willed it.
I stared at the ceiling, body heavy with exhaustion and unspent lust. My c**k lay thick and heavy against my stomach, still leaking slowly from the inspection hours ago. Every pulse sent a fresh wave of humiliation through me. The Supreme Alpha of the realm — reduced to this. Edged. Denied. Kept in a state of permanent, painful arousal by the woman I had once knotted and abandoned.
The worst part?
I craved it.
I craved her.
The door opened. I didn’t need to look to know it was her. Her scent reached me first — cool antiseptic, jasmine, and
