Rewriting Fate With The Alpha I Hate
I shattered around his fingers with a choked cry, body convulsing, thighs trembling as wave after wave crashed through me.
My nails raked down his shoulders; my pulse thundered under his grip.
He didn’t stop.
He kept thrusting slowly through the aftershocks, milking every tremor, every flutter, drawing it out until I was boneless, gasping, under his claim.
His thumb brushed my clit once more—soft, almost tender and I whimpered, oversensitive, wrecked.
“That’s my Luna,” he murmured, lips grazing my jaw. “All mine.”
After the last tremor, I sagged into him and Killian held me. My head continued to spin with heat as he moved to the edge of the tub.