The Council’s convoy was already visible on the horizon — black armored vehicles cutting through the morning mist like blades.
I had less than forty minutes.
I entered Justin’s room for the final time before they arrived. The air was thick with his scent: raw Alpha desperation, sweat, and hours of unrelenting denial. He looked like a masterpiece of my making — powerful body trembling, golden skin flushed, c**k still painfully erect and leaking steadily onto his stomach. His eyes found mine instantly, feverish and broken.
“Doctor Sanchez,” he whispered hoarsely.
I didn’t speak at first.
I walked to the bed, removed my gloves slowly, and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. The heat of his c**k pressed against my core through my scrubs. I rocked once, deliberately, letting him fe
