The heavy oak door to the Alpha’s private chambers did little to silence the raw, animalistic sounds echoing into the dimly lit corridor. Elara Voss pressed her palms flat against the cold stone wall, her silk nightgown bunched roughly around her waist, exposing the pale curves of her ass and the slick heat between her thighs. Alpha Kael’s massive frame dominated her from behind, his thick, veined cock slamming into her dripping pussy with brutal, punishing strokes.“Fuck, Elara,” Kael growled, his voice a low, feral rumble that vibrated through her core. One clawed hand gripped her hip hard enough to bruise, the other fisted in her long, raven-black hair, yanking her head back sharply. “You’re still so goddamn tight. Even after all these years, this cunt milks me like it was made for your Alpha’s cock.”Elara bit down on her lower lip until she tasted blood, stifling the moan that threatened to spill out. Shame burned in her chest, but her body betrayed her, as it always did. Wet, ob
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