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This is a lot to take in one day. “ I’ll see what I can find out” he whispered, stepping to open the cell door. I watched as Alex carried his bony body bridal style out of the basement. I followed behind a few inches away from everyone. When I reached the top of the stairs Alex stood at the door with his arms out as if he wanted a hug. “ no thank you.” I muttered looking toward the ground “ if I hug you I’ll cry. I don’t want to cry right now”

he growls. My dick grown hard as he continues his cock into my clothes ass. My arms uncross as I place them on his hard taut chest and rock my hips into his. “Fuck me” I say surprising us both, because I never say shit like that out loud. In a few quick seconds I’m stripped naked, face down on the bed with my ass in the air waiting for my alpha mate to fuck me. His hard slicked cock probs my surprisingly already slick puckered hole. Nixon has made it his personal mission to make love to me every chance he gets and shower me with affection as his way of making up for the past.

The other times were painful too because it wasn’t consensual. I wouldn't want to go through that ever again. Alpha Rex lets out a deep chuckle that brings me back to the present. Our eyes lock and my heart skips a beat. His eyes are so dark. They feel like a magnetic force, pulling me in, trying to suck me into the depths of his soul. "Don’t worry. I said it's a no strings attached arrangement so naturally we won't have to do those things. At least we won't touch in private but if need be, we will have to display some affection for each other. My family can be a bit... nosy.”

He said with a soft smile as he took his wife’s hand gently and caressed it. “He’s right hunny.” The Luna says and Runa only smiled and nodded. A man stepped out, stood at least five-six, and looked young. “This is Alex, he’s unmated and is a very excellent fighter. If anything happens,” he paused before glancing to Alpha Ace, “Report to us and keep her safe.” “Of course Alpha,” Alex said, crouching down to get bags and placing them in the car that awaited her. She grimaced a bit before giving her farewells to her friends, Sierra and Milo, and her pups she trained for years.

Both of us slowly turned our heads toward the door and there he was. Alex. Standing there in scrubs and a healing gash across his forehead, holding a styrofoam cup of coffee that was now dripping onto the floor. His mouth was wide open. Eyes bulging. “You gotta be kidding me,” he muttered. “You’re making out? In the ICU? With your bandages still soaked in blood?” Ariana practically jumped off me, cheeks flaming red. “Alex! I—It’s not what it looks like—” “It’s exactly what it looks like,” Alex snapped, stepping fully inside, still gaping at us. “The nurses said you needed rest. Not a f**king porno.”

Almost alone. The sound of footsteps on the stone path made her look up. Alexander—Alex—stepped out from the shaded walkway leading to the private gym. At twenty-two, he was the perfect specimen of youthful masculinity. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sun-kissed skin and dark hair still damp from his workout. His tank top clung to his sculpted chest, outlining every ridge of muscle. Sweat glistened on his arms as he carried a towel over one shoulder.

Alex pulled over at a roadside turnout, gravel crunching under tires, stars blazing overhead through the rear doors as Cole unchained her ankles just enough to drag her out. Naked save the blindfold and wrist cuffs, Lia shivered in the night chill, gravel biting her knees as they bent her over the van's rear bumper. Stars wheeled above, vast and indifferent. "Outdoor DP, bitch," Alex rasped, dropping trou to reveal his longer, curved cock, slicking it with spit. He claimed her pussy first thrusting in balls-deep, the cool air kissing her stretched lips, his girth splitting her wide.

I froze. Before I could scramble to cover myself with the duvet, it was too late. Alex stood in the doorway, eyes locked on the scene: me completely naked on the bed, legs spread wide, the candle buried deep in my ass, the other hand still wrapped around my dripping cock. My phone was propped up in front of me, screen bright with his topless gym video still playing… and streaks of my own cum already smeared across the screen from earlier leaks. Alex didn’t move. He just stared, dark eyes slowly dragging over my exposed body, the candle still lodged inside me, and the undeniable evidence on my phone.

Alex came again with Max's hand on his cock and Max followed right after filling the condom once more. They spent the whole weekend like that. Fucking in the bed in the shower on the couch even once against the big window with the city watching below. Max took photos of Alex sometimes naked and hard with his permission. The pictures were raw and beautiful. By Sunday night Alex did not want to leave. Max felt the same. They exchanged numbers and promised to meet again soon. Alex flew back to London but the memory of Max's hands and cock stayed with him every night when he touched himself.

“Why don’t you join us, Alex. Our patient needs a more thorough exam tonight.” Alex didn’t need to be told twice as he instantly crossed the room in three strides, already peeling off his scrub top to reveal a sculpted chest and defined abs. His scrubs pants followed quickly, freeing a thick, heavy cock that was already rock-hard and curving slightly upward, the head flushed dark and glistening with pre-cum.