Eli
Hazel grins at me like she’s just been handed front-row tickets to my humiliation and she can’t wait for the show to start.
“Your stance is sloppy.” She circles, staff balanced loosely in one hand. “Almost like someone’s been skipping training drills to… focus on other forms of exercise.”
I don’t dignify it with a response. Mostly because my thighs still ache and my shoulders are still dotted with finger-shaped bruises, and if I open my mouth, she’ll hear the truth in my voice.
Gods, the feeling when he’s moving inside me… I think I’m more addicted to it than he is.
Hazel smirks. “Get your mind off the Alpha’s c**k, Eli. You’ve been walking funny for days. The other Omegas are taking bets on whether it’s the training or the Alpha.”
My grip tightens on my staff. “It’s definitely
