Alpha’s Mistake
“Please… I’m not. I swear.”
He doesn’t listen. He slide his two fingers into me, stroking. “You are fucking dripping, Lena,” he grunts, his body vibrating.
An unexpected moan escapes me as I try to move away. My hips move, lifting up in their own accord, grinding into Dragomir’s fingers. While my mind darts toward Vladimir and his touch. Imagination of our moment floods my head, making my core drip more for a man. Worst of it, the wrong man.