Desiree Montoya Romane & Geschichten

He forced her legs to wrap around his waist, positioning her at the very edge of the mahogany desk. "Xavier... don't... this is wrong, I'm your mother now..." Elara whimpered, her head falling back, exposing her slender neck and the black choker that now felt like a noose. "Your mistake was coming back within my reach," Xavier countered. His long fingers began to navigate the most sensitive points of Elara’s body. He knew exactly where to press. He knew precisely how to make her tremble with a single touch. As his fingers found the center of her desire, already damp with heat, a stifled cry escaped her lips.

Even the wolves fighting nearby paused slightly at the sudden scene unfolding before them. “Everyone!” Monica screamed loudly, her eyes burning with fury and desperation. “Hand Alpha Maverick over to me unless I kill his mate!” Her words came out unevenly as panic slowly crept into her voice. She had already noticed how badly the battle was turning against her. This was not the outcome she had imagined. Maverick slowly shifted back into his human form, blood staining parts of his body while his cold blue eyes locked directly onto Monica. For a few seconds, he said nothing.