Hunted by My Alpha
Gone was the fear I’d felt that morning and last night.
Gone was my confusion.
Everything in me wanted him, then and there. But that alone made the alarms jangle in my head—was he using the Allure on me?
I gripped the back of his neck, digging my fingers in, pulling him against me as his kisses on my neck became sucks and I only wanted more of those lips, that tongue, all over my body.
His hand slid under my hoodie and I pressed into the touch.
“Fuck, Cara,” he rasped against my shoulder, his teeth closing for a moment over it.
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