High Alphas
"Take your throne back, Alpha."
Michael growls, his fangs extending completely as he lifts Jone by his muscular thighs, slamming him back against the heavy oak library table. Jone gasps, a raw, masculine groan bursting from his throat as Michael drives his massive shaft deep into his wet, burning core, bottoming out instantly. Jone’s eyes turn full silver as his walls clamp tight around the alpha's width, his fingers clawing red marks into Michael's bare back as the brutal, frantic rhythm of their mating shatters the lingering shadows of the cell.
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