The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us
The air turns thick, electric, saturated with her slick and the raw, animal scent of three alphas finally unleashed on the one thing they’ve waited four centuries to claim.
Valentino’s silver eyes go molten. His hands clamp down on her hips like iron manacles wrapped in velvet, fingers sinking into the soft flesh under Vincenzo’s oversized sweatpants. He doesn’t move her yet—he just holds her there, thighs splayed obscenely wide across his lap, her soaked cunt grinding down on the thick, leaking length still half-trapped in his waistband.
She whimpers again—tiny, broken, needy—and rocks forward without thinking. The friction makes Val hiss through his teeth, hips jerking up on instinct, rubb