45| Clohe Mates With Zeb.

The Alpha King slipped two fingers deep inside her core, he stroked her in the most intimate place she had been begging to be filled.

His tongue continued to flick over her erect nipple and his thumb strummed her clit like she was his new, and favourite instrument to play.

Clohes' eyes rolled in the back of her head as she moaned. She wanted to beg him to let her come, but she also wanted to see how far he was willing to push her.

She wanted to be his everything; in between the sheets and on the battlefield by his side.

The Alpha King could sense her trying to hold back, her body was trembling beneath him, and her pussy was clenching around his fingers; sucking them deeper inside her.

He left a trail of kisses in his wake as his mouth moved from her breast to her shoulder, the sharp tips of his fangs played with the idea of sinking themselves deeply into the column of her throat.

His fangs ached, mirroring the ache of his throbbing cock, "Come for me, little wolf," He whispere