The Alpha's Lost Luna
He scrambled off the chest, leaving Holden standing there completely bare, throbbing, and brutally denied.
Boo didn't waste a second; he scooped his trousers off the floor, pulling them on with frantic, practiced elegance, and hastily buttoned his torn shirt over his flushed, wet breasts, hiding the evidence of his depravity.
"Boo, wait—" Holden growled, his clove pheromones spiking in pure, frustrated aggression.
"I cannot, Commander. The bells," Boo said, casting one final, wickedly seductive glance over his shoulder at Holden's aching length.
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