The Alpha’s Filthy Heat:Short story collection
It burned slightly as it went down, a sharp contrast to the sweet, wet heat Rox was creating between my legs.
"Drink it all," Eric whispered, his eyes locked on mine, watching for the swallow. "This will keep his seed alive inside you. It will make your womb a garden for him."
As the last drop disappeared, Rox’s tongue turned into a blurring frenzy. He wasn't being gentle anymore; he was sucking with a desperate, rhythmic force, his cheeks hollowing out as he pulled at me. The sensation was overwhelming, the bitterness of the herbs in my throat, the weight of Eric’s hand on my head, and the raw, localized explosion of Rox’s mouth.
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