The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us
Tilted his head like a curious predator.
“Unless…” he purred, “one of you wants to make her scream louder than I can make her sob with gratitude first.”
Valentino and I exchanged one look.
No words.
Just heat.
Hunger.
Agreement.
I stepped aside.
“After you, little brother,” I said, voice thick with dark promise.
“Show her what a butcher can do with his tongue.”
Lorenzo’s grin split wider—manic, beautiful, terrifying.
He bounded past us like a wolf finally off the leash.