The alpha straddling his hips smells like whiskey and cedarwood. Ilya gets drunk on it before he even realizes. He inhales it, filling his lungs like it’s a drug; It’s masculine, dark, and dangerous.His fingers twitch against the sheets as his body reacts before his mind catches up, warmth spreading low in his stomach and heat licking up his spine as the alpha strokes his cheek, his thumb moving gently over his skin as if trying to remember every edge of it.Ilya hums with the feel, yet he hates the way his pulse stutters and hates that his thighs tense instead of pushing the alpha off, but his body wants this, and the alpha smells so good, Ilya wants to drink him.He looks into the alpha’s eyes; they are the darkest shade of green Ilya has ever seen, intense and filled with desire that Ilya wants to bask in, but every passing second, the heat in his body is growing more intense, and the ache in his pants is unbearable while he continues to stain his pants and bedsheets with slick. H
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