Alpha’s Little Plaything
“He’s my friend, Draco. He was just trying to look after me.”
Draco didn’t answer. Instead, he cupped the back of my head with one hand, his other arm winding around my waist, and crushed his mouth to mine. The kiss was wild, possessive, leaving no space for doubt—I was his. My body softened, molding into him, my fingers gripping his shirt to steady myself as heat pooled low in my belly.
When he finally tore his lips from mine, his breath came ragged. He pressed his forehead to mine, inhaling deeply as if trying to ground himself.