Tricked by the twin alphas
"Crazy? Maybe. But your body's honest, Angela—or whatever the hell your name is. Jay's obsessed with some ghost bitch named Angela, but you? You're flesh and blood, and you're dripping for a knot right now."
"I'm not—" The denial died on her tongue as his hand dipped lower, boldly cupping her mound through the fur. She gasped, arching into it despite herself, the pressure grinding against her swollen clit. Wetness seeped, soaking the pelt, the musky evidence of her need filling the air. Shame flooded her, hot and twisting, but so did want—raw, animal hunger that drowned out reason. Her nipples ached, tight peaks begging for teeth, and she hated how her thighs parted just a fraction, inviting
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