Chasing Their Unloved Luna
Ace sits up tall licking his lips, “You taste far better than any of the omegas and I hate to admit, even better than my dear Rebecca, but that probably has to do with the damned mate bond between us, My Little Mouse!”
The anger is back as the desire in his eyes flicks to rage and I brace myself. The first blow is a smack across my face, followed by a hard, punishing kiss. Ace grabs one of his favorite toys, a riding crop. He doesn’t waste his time leaving marks on my thighs and waist and then he lowers his mouth back towards my entrance and bites my inner thighs.
“These are mine! And this…” Ace says, snarling as his thumb glides over my mound. “This is mine! I do not wish to share it, but
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